Giselle
“You came,” he states as I step forward.
“Did I have a choice?” I answer and he comes closer.
He leans forward like he’s going to kiss me but stops a breath away, just hovering by my lips. Instinct tells me he wants me to kiss him and only met me halfway.
The quirk of his brow beckons me forward so I move. I close the space between us and press my lips to his.
We kiss and our tongues tangle and chase. It’s him who pulls back first and gives me that wicked smile.
“You always have a choice Giselle St. John. Like you proved just now.” He smiles with triumph. “Don’t resist.”
“I’m not,” I lie and I sure he can see straight through me.
“Good, because I plan to have a lot more fun with you tonight,” he muses looking me over.
“I thought we were working.” Of course I knew we wouldn’t be. I just want to see his reaction, which is exactly as I expected.
He smiles and pulls me closer, pressing me up against him so I can feel the bulge of his cock against my stomach.
“Really?” he asks, catching my face again.
He holds my face up as we sway to the music and then he releases me and walks around me slowly. He stops behind me, and I glance over my shoulder to find him checking out my ass again.
His gaze runs up my thighs and he surprises me by taking the hem of my slip up my legs and up my hips, exposing my panties.
“I’m wearing panties,” I tell him, putting forth my voice before he does anything more to steal it away.
He chuckles and allows the slinky material to float from his fingers. “It’s wishful thinking. Can’t blame a guy for that with a sexy as fuck woman like you.” That’s the second time he’s said something like that to me.
“You think I’m sexy as fuck?”
He chuckles and straightens up. “Yes, don’t you?”
“I try.” Best to say that because there’s no way I’ve ever thought of myself in that way.
“You don’t have to try, trust me.” He presses his hand to the edge of my hip and pulls on my panties through the slip. “I’ll be having that pair tonight too. You smell different.”
My God… I raise my brows. I don’t know how to be with him.
“How do I smell?” Why did I ask that?
That question just gave him the invite to sniff my neck. Oh, but he doesn’t just stop there, he licks over the skin and inhales like he’s smelling something to savor.
“It’s citrus. Something with a hint of orange. Like Sanguinello oranges, freshly picked.”
I’m impressed. That’s actually the name of my new shower gel. “It’s stuff I bathe with.”
“Wonderful, so your pussy will smell the same.” The rawness of his words make my pussy clench with need. It’s clear what he plans to do with me tonight. It’s clear he wants a repeat of last night, and damn me…I want it too.
I’ve known this man for a little over twenty-four hours and all I can think of when he looks at me the way he is and the way he touches me is I can’t wait for him to be inside me.
He takes hold of me again, and we sway to the sexy music that moves us. He stays behind me and we move together like our bodies were made to dance together. Each move is electric and scandalous. He makes sure that as I wiggle my hips, he’s grinding against me, moving with me too.
I forget where we are.