“Ready or not, here I come,” I purred seductively.
Instead of throwing the curtains wide for a big reveal, I teased him a little through the space where they met. First, I slid a bare thigh out, my fingertips trailing from my knee to my hip. The rumble that sounded fromhis chest had my heart skipping a beat. There was only so far I could push him before he broke. But fuck, if I wasn’t ready for him to punish me.
There was no denying I wanted him. It was a good thing everything I planned to model for him was already paid for and coming home with me, or I’d end up in debt with the amount of lingerie that would be ruined by my arousal.
Showtime.
Taking a steady breath that did nothing to calm my racing heart, I stepped into the waiting area.
Those green eyes that had captivated me since the night we met were nearly black, his pupils eating away at the emerald irises. A lesser woman might’ve been frightened by the feral, predatory look on his face, but not me. I was desperate to have his hands on me again, his cock stretching me to the limit as he pounded into me. It was all I could think about; it was taking up all the available space in my brain.
“Fuck, Bristol.” His voice was strained. “You look fucking incredible.”
I chewed a corner of my lower lip as I fought a smirk, taunting, “Good enough to eat?”
Those beautiful eyes slid closed as his head tilted back with a groan. “I know what you’re doing.”
“And what’s that?” I eased closer, hoping to gain the element of surprise.
“You’re trying to tempt me into touching you, going back on my word to wait until you’re ready.” His throat bobbed as he swallowed. “So fucking tempting.”
“Baby, I’m right here. All you have to do is reach out and grab me. Stop fighting what we both want.”
Using his lack of sight to my advantage, I propped one heeled foot onto the seat beside his thigh, widening my stance with my other foot firmly planted on the ground. When he opened his eyes, a sexy little surprisewould be waiting for him—one that no red-blooded man would be able to resist.
Releasing a sigh, he lifted his head, but whatever words were poised on the tip of his tongue died the moment he saw my bare pussy on display.
Crotchless lingerie for the win.
A smug smile crept onto my lips, and I teased, “Cat got your tongue?” Clicking mine, I mused, “Would be a damn shame since I’d kill to have it buried between my thighs. The thought of it is keeping me awake at night.” My voice grew breathy as I begged, “Please, Maddox. Just a little taste.”
Lightning quick, he stood, and I stumbled backward as his chest brushed mine. A hand circling my upper arm kept me steady.
This was it. I’d finally done it. Gotten him to take action. My thighs clenched as my clit throbbed, knowing he was about to put me out of my misery.
What I wasn’t expecting was for him to march me halfway across the room, stopping once we reached a wall of mirrors. Holding my shoulders, he made me face forward as he stepped up behind me, his large frame dwarfing mine, even in heels.
I leaned against his chest as my body trembled, my knees threatening to give out. The anticipation was overwhelming, and I craved a release only Maddox could provide. Getting off on my own wasn’t scratching the itch. I needed him and only him.
His burning gaze met mine in the mirror as he brought a hand to my hip, his head dipping beside my ear. “Do you see how good we look together?”
“Yes,” I breathed out, tempted to close my eyes but unwilling to miss a minute of the erotic sight playing out before me in the reflective glass.
Maddox’s other hand trailed a path up my arm, the featherlight touch setting a fire beneath my skin, and I moaned, my head lolling back against his shoulder. Finally, settling that massive palm over my exposed sternum,he pulled me further into his embrace until our bodies were completely flush.
His erection pressed into the small of my back, and I tried to rub against him, to drive him as insane with lust as he made me, but he kept his hold firm, not allowing any movement.
Voice husky and low, he rasped, “Can you feel what you do to me?” I could only whimper in response. “My cock can sense his home is near. He wants to come out and play.”
“Please.” I wanted nothing more than for him to fuck me in this dressing room. I was so ready.
“Hmm,” he hummed in my ear.
The vibrations of his chest pressed to my back had me clutching onto his forearm, banded across my chest. I needed an anchor.
That arm shifted beneath my touch, his eyes never leaving mine as his hand encircled my throat, putting pressure on the arteries he found right under my jaw. The slight restriction of blood flow only heightened my arousal.
“Is this what you wanted when you texted the other night? For me to choke you?”
