“I said yes,” I underscore. “I’m not too drunk. I won’t change my mind and get you in trouble later.”
Colin moistens his lips and strokes his fingers along my temple, tucking my hair behind my ear; a gesture he offered earlier that’s far more emotionally intimate than what this really is. “I would appreciate that.”
“So stop worrying.”
His brows draw together. “How do you know I’m worrying?”
I lift my hand to draw my thumb across the crease between his dark brows. “This line only shows up when you’re worrying about something. You’ve made this face a few times today. You made it in the coffee shop when you were on the phone. You’ve made it at work. I don’t know you as well as everybody downstairs, but I know you well enough.” I let my hand slip from his face and reach for the side of his jacket to hold him close to me. “Don’t worry.”
Colin answers by lowering his mouth to mine, claiming another penetrating kiss as his hand draws down the side of my neck and travels to my waist. He wraps his arm around me and pulls me away from the wall. With my eyes closed, I grip his jacket with both hands so he can guide me to wherever it is in the room that we’re going to do this There’s a low clunk of glass on wood, as though he’s set down the champagne, and then both of his hands frame my face. Anticipation causes the ache between my thighs to throb with a vengeance, and I need those hands on every part of mebutmy face. My face isnotwhere I need him touching me right now.
But that’s where his hands linger for a while, and it makes this continue to feel even more intimate than I know it is; like he actuallyfeels something,and like I do, too.
And I do feelsomething.
It’s hot and hard andsubstantialat the connection of my hips firmly pressed to his, and I need these minimal layers of clothing to be gone. In an effort to encourage him, I let go of his jacket and reach for his belt, tugging it open, then going straight for his fly. I bypass his slacks and what feels like boxer briefs—Iknewit—and I’ve suddenly got a handful of Colin.
Our breath does a mirrored hitch as I wrap my fingers around him, and he’sbig. He’s so big that I can barely get my fingers all the way around him, and I can already tell this is going to hurtso fucking good.
The anticipation unleashes pure, carnalneed, and I free his erection as I rip my mouth from his and drop low in front of him. With my eyes back open, I can see that he’s now leaning against the dresser, and I can also see every glorious inch of his dick, andoh yes.This is going to be one for the damn books.
Colin’s hands have retracted from my face, and he’s white-knuckling the edge of the dresser as I greet the man downstairs with a slow stroke of my tongue over the crown. A guttural groan rumbles deep in his chest when I fist his length and then draw him as deep into my throat as I can. But again, he’sreally big, and my gag reflex is not going to accommodateall this. I supplement that by adding my other hand, both of them stroking the base of his cock while I draw it in and out.
Colin snaps one hand from the dresser to thrust his fingers through my hair, gripping and holding me in place while he slowly pistons his hips to meet my mouth. He curses under his breath, and I flick my gaze up to meet his. His jaw is rigid and pulsing, and his blue eyes have darkened even further that they now appear pitch black.
“You have the most perfect mouth I’ve ever seen,” he rasps, cupping the back of my head with one hand while the other wraps a strand of my hair around his index finger.
It’s a hell of a compliment from a guy who has always seemed to be inflicted with excruciating pain from sayinganythingnice about me. It’s only right then that it dawns on me that this is one-hundred-percenthate sex—or whatever it is that writers of racy romance novels I sometimes indulge in call it. Between that and the fact that the entire arrangement for this weekend is straight out of a Hallmark movie, I nearly laugh with his dick still filling my mouth. But more than that, having him in my mouth while he looks down at me through lidded eyes, his lips parted while he breathes long and slowly, is getting me so wet that I should probably be mortified by the time we get to the main event.
Colin strokes my hollowed cheek as I continue to bob my head forward and backward, and then he sweeps his hand to the back of my head. He grabs two fistfuls of my hair and gives it a firm enough tug to inform me that I’ve done enough. I stand back up, and he pulls my hair to guide our faces back together. He drags his tongue in a sweep over the perimeter of my lips as though wanting a taste of himself on me. After a long series of probing kisses on my mouth, he licks and sucks down the side of my neck, and I reach between us to keep pumping his cock because it really isthatmesmerizing, and I don’t think I’ve ever wanted a dick so much in all my life.
Colin grabs my hands to pull them off of him, then grips my upper arms and spins me around so that my back is flush against chest. His erection is now pressing against my ass, and he wraps both arms around my waist as he turns us to face the mirror.
With his lips on the shell of my ear, he murmurs, “I want you to see how fucking beautiful you are.” He reaches with one hand to jerk both straps of my dress down my shoulders, causing my bare breasts to spill out. “I want us both to watch your face while I do everything I thought of doing the moment I saw you in that coffee shop.”
Colin cups my breasts with both hands, thumbs circling and toying with my nipples, and I’m suddenly so lightheaded that I’m not sure how much longer my vision will last. His fingers simultaneously pinch my nipples just as he bites down on my earlobe, and the pleasure-pain sensation pulls a whimper and a moan from deep within me. One of his hands leaves my breast to reach for the hem of my skirt, hiking it up on one side before his strong fingers slip under my soaked panties.
High heels are a really bad choice right now because my knees suddenly don’t feel solid enough to support my weight. I lean back against him, angling myself just right with the toe of my shoe wedged against the base of the dresser, and his fingers play me like a fine instrument. They stroke between my swollen folds, teasing me with occasional shallow dips into my sex, just close enough to my g-spot to torture me.
Colin’s opposite hand leaves my breast to grab my wrist while he nips the side of my neck. “Touch yourself, Elle.”
He doesn’t need to tell me twice.
While I take over where his hands left off at my breasts, I lock my gaze on the reflection of him slipping his free hand under my skirt. His fingers stray from my throbbing clit, but before I can protest, he’s shimmying my panties down and all the way off. With one hand on the back of my knee, he frees one of my legs and lifts it to prop my stiletto on the edge of the dresser, then pulls my skirt all the way up my hips.
He’s still fully dressed in his suit and tie, and my cocktail dress is halfway coming off me, my swollen lips on full display for both of us to see in the mirror. We look like a scene right out of a fucking porn movie, and this is hands-down the hottest, dirtiest thing I’ve ever done in my life.
We both watch the reflection as Colin reaches around to my front with both arms and uses all of his fingers to stroke and massage and fuck me. I lick my lips and pinch my nipples, and the internal tremors start immediately.
“This is gonna make me come,” I confess on a shallow breath.
No shit, Sherlock, my snarky, yet hazy brain hisses at me.That’s the whole point.
“Thencome,” he growls against the nape of my neck, eyes locked on his fingers working my pussy in the mirror. “Come all over my fingers, Elle.” He bites my neck again, and I suddenly understand some women’s weird eroticism over vampires. “You have no idea how much you’ve fucking tortured me every single fucking day.” His words are pushing me to the edge as much as his hands are, and my eyes are rolling back in my head. “You have no idea how much I fucking wanted you. I wanted you to fucking call me so I could do this to you on daytwo.”
I couldn’t read into his words if I wanted to because pleasure is crashing over me in waves, and I’ve lost the ability to think and speak. My head falls backward against his shoulder as I am reduced to mewls and whimpers and moans while my core clenches around his fingers, and he presses hard on my g-spot. My legs are jello, but he’s only getting started.
“I fuckingwantedyou.” Colin pulls his hands away and grips the back of my thigh to remove my foot from the dresser. His breath is ragged as he continues to bemoan that first day. “I wanted to fucking fire you immediately so I could do this.”
