Those eyes see through my waves and hurricanes and capture me with more passion and intensity than anything I’ve ever had. It’s another reason I can’t seem to let her go.
“You don’t want me?” she asks, her hand reaching out and cupping my cock. “By the size of this it feels like you do.” She plays, but there’s still no smile touching her lips. She leans in and kisses me softly. “What are you waiting for, Atlas? You always take what you want. That usually includes me. Now I’m giving you permission, and you aren’t taking me.” She kisses me again, and I let her, because her kisses are like vanilla kisses, once you take that first bite, it’s impossible to stop.
My restraint leaves when she pushes against me, her now naked body on mine. My hands touch her sides, and I dig my fingers in as she deepens her kiss and lifts her leg to my hip. I take it, hiking her up so both legs wrap around my waist and she pulls back from the kiss.
“Do you plan to have me on the counter or in the bedroom?” she asks.
“How about we eat first,” I tell her. “I bet you haven’t eaten.” She pushes me, so I have to place her down on the floor in front of me. She turns and picks up her clothes. “Theadora.”
“This was a mistake. It’s all just a big mistake.” She shakes her head while trying to dress. I reach for her hand, making her turn to face me.
“It isn’t a mistake. Let’s eat first. You’ve had a busy day.”
Theadora closes her eyes briefly. “No, I should go.”
I strip off my shirt and offer it to her. “You have no way home. Here, put this on and eat, I have sushi ready.” She gives up on her clothes and takes my shirt sliding it on, and I reach for her, gripping her waist and guiding her toward the kitchen. Letting her go, I get the food out of the refrigerator, and she sits at the table as I bring it over to her. Immediately, she reaches for a piece and places it in her mouth, groaning as she chews. I sit and pour us each a glass of wine while watching her eat.
She looks up at me and wipes at her mouth. “You aren’t eating?”
“I’ve already eaten, ” I tell her. Even if I hadn’t, what I plan to eat is not on this table. Yet.
“Oh, well…” she puts another piece in her mouth, “… what about dessert?”
“I plan to have you for dessert.”
She chokes on her food and manages to catch her breath. “Oh, gosh, you…” She shakes her head. “I did just throw myself at you, and you turned me down.”
“I didn’t turn you down, I need you to have energy for later.”
“You so should have ended that line with a wink,” she tells me with a smile. “This is weird. You know this is just a one-night thing, right? It’s a goodbye. It’s our last goodbye.” She says the words, but they’re not believable. At all.
“It isn’t goodbye. Our goodbyes don’t work,” I tell her.
She drinks the wine in front of her, and when I believe she’s had enough to eat, I stand and walk around to her, pulling out her chair. Her legs that were folded up on it, fall to the floor.
“I think I’ll have dessert now.”
I look up to see her smirking. “Do you?” She raises an eyebrow as I pull her legs apart. The moment my hand traces up her leg she shivers, goosebumps schooling her skin. “What if I told you no, that we shouldn’t do this?” she asks, all the while spreading her legs even farther apart.
“I can remove myself from you, but is that what you really want?” I ask, leaning in again, this time putting my lips to the skin of her leg, trailing kisses to the middle of her thigh. Her head drops back, her body sliding forward, her legs opening even wider. I take that as my invitation.
Standing, I move behind her chair, clasping each hand and tie them behind the chair. She looks up at me, those sky blue eyes stealing thoughts and maneuvering her way into my heart.
“What are you doing?” Her voice is raspy, her breathing heavy, but she doesn’t pull against the restraints. I go back to where I was, but before I drop to my knees, I lift my shirt up her body exposing her breasts. Her nipples peak, and I lean in, my tongue circling and savoring her taste. She moans as my hand grips her other breast, squeezing it while my tongue laves in circles, while I suck and bite her other breast. She’s a slave to my will, so responsive, so fuckable, so feisty, yet also so reserved.