It’s then that I notice some splattering of crimson spots on his neatly ironed shirt.
“Is that…is thatblood?”I ask.
Halting his advance, he stares at me for a moment. There is a split second of confusion as his eyes move to look at what I’m seeing. He sucks in a breath and shakes his head; a small chuckle bubbles from his throat.
“Hot sauce, I had a breakfast burrito on the way over,” he says.
Moving my gaze over the crimson stains, my brows knit together as I try to think how he was able to splatter hot sauce onto his shirt as he was driving. Never mind the fact that he was at the cafe, or at least I think he was. Why would he be eating in the car?
“How did you manage that? One hand with a hot sauce bottle, the other with the breakfast burrito? How were you able to steer your car?”
Straightening his posture, he gives me a nonchalant shrug of his shoulders.
“I wasn’t driving, Princess. Harold was. He’s my family’sdriver, remember? I told you about him last night. You’ll love him, he’s a big ole’ teddy bear. I had him drive-thru Burrito King on the way over and I picked up a couple of sausage and potato breakfast burritos. I tried to wait so we could eat together, but honestly, I was starving so I did eat mine. Yours is in the limo outside, I know you didn’t eat much at brunch and probably need something to sop up all that alcohol, hmm?”
Arching a brow with his accusation, a small look of annoyance lashes over his face.
Nodding my head at his scolding, I feel the implications of his words. The fact that I was right about him watching me in the cafe is completely overshadowed by the shame I feel for disappointing him. I absolutely hate it. While he deserves to chastise me for drinking on a Sunday morning, I really don’t want him to be upset with me.
“You’re right, Sir. I’m sorry,” I reply, my eyes dropping to the bouquet.
Lifting his hand, he places his fingertips under my chin and forces me to meet his gaze. There’s a calmness behind his eyes that wasn’t there a moment ago. For some reason, it erases all my chaotic thoughts and feelings.
“You’re forgiven, Princess. I can’t be too upset with you since you don’t know the boundaries. But we are going to have a long talk about expectations when we get home. Now, before we grab your things and head back to the limo, I need you to dosomething for me,” he says.
Lifting my lips into a small grin, my head nods as much as his hold will allow. I find myself getting lost in his soulful eyes. Is he hypnotizing me with his forgiveness? It sure feels that way. He could ask me anything right now and I would do it.
“And what would that be, Sir?” I ask.
“I want you to stand there and let me kiss you. Will you allow me to do that?”
My breath hitches at his question, a million caffeinated butterflies fill my stomach. God, I don’t want to mess this up.Please don’t let me mess this up.
“Yes, Sir,” I say.
Humming low, his hand drags to cup the side of my face. Brushing the pad of his thumb across my flushed cheek, he takes a step into my personal space. His torso presses the bouquet of flowers against my chest and for a moment, I think about flinging them to the other side of the room so I can feel the hardness of his body.
“You’re such a good girl, you know that?” he whispers.
Closing my eyes, his lips brush over mine, his touch feather light and sweet as he makes a handful of slow, teasing passes. I whimper in response, the excitement in my body melding into raw want after only a handful of heated seconds.
Raising his free hand, he touches the other side of my face. Pressing his fingertips against my skin, he holds me still ashe deepens the kiss. Slipping his tongue into my mouth, he toys with mine in a lewd game of give and take. Coaxing the desire I’ve repressed inside me for so long.
Emboldened by my growing need, I return his passion with a hunger of my own. Moaning like a needy whore, my tongue eagerly slides into his mouth for a greedy taste.
A low growl of warning fills my ears, causing a shiver to race down my spine. Sutton abruptly pulls away from me, leaving me dazed by the sudden change. I open my glassy eyes with a confused expression, only to catch him shaking his head.
“No…I’m in charge, is that understood?”
Breathing hard, I reply with a nod of my head.
“Yes. Yes, I understand,” I say, my voice not more than a whisper.
Giving me a pleased smile, he lends back in. His lips quickly find mine once again, moving with a desperation that causes my heart to race. Demanding my obedience, he pulls his tongue from my mouth each time I become a little too wanton. It’s both frustrating and exhilarating, but I soon learn my place in this new dance.
Melting against his full lips, I allow him to devour me. Every swipe of his tongue, every nip of his teeth makes me want to submit just a little more of myself. It’s as if I’ve been put under a spell, his mouth using my breathy whimpers and whines to seal the lustful incantation.
My head spins from his possessive kiss, the ache in my core becomes harder for me to ignore. I want his hands to drop from my face to learn my body. I want to shatter beneath his touch.
