My knees were in danger of failing me.
“Because I’m the one who gets this.” His hand moved quickly under my skirt. Kace didn’t move slow or tenderly once he reached the lace of my underwear, he went right in, coating his fingers with my wetness before plunging them inside.
I let out a muffled cry.
“Yeah,” he grumbled, his mouth moving at my neck. “You weren’t this wet for that fuck in the suit.” His fingers kept moving with expert grace, my orgasm building from the bottom of my stomach.
“You wouldn’t let him in,” he continued, mouth moving down as his other hand yanked my dress so my nipple was exposed. “No fuckin’ bra,” he hissed before he landed his mouth on my nipple.
Every nerve ending in my body felt electrified. I made another sound, or tried to. He was commandeering all of my motor skills. I was his.
“You’re not gonna let some lawyer fuck you like I do,” he informed me, removing his mouth to look me in the eyes.
He pulled out his fingers, and I moaned at the loss. At the orgasm he’d stolen with his retreat.
He stepped back, and it was all I could do not to sink to the floor.
Kace picked up the wine from the counter, draining it without taking his eyes off me. “You think I was going to make it that easy?” he asked, voice guttural. “That you’d get off wearing that?” He shook his head. “Get in the bedroom. Now.”
Fuck me if I didn’t heed his command immediately.
I hurried down the hall, and he trailed me like the predator he was. My skin was hot, heart beating in my throat. I was excited. Nervous. Desperate.
Kace closed the door behind me, and I turned to face him. His face was cold, brutal.
He nodded to the shirt. “Take. It. Off.”
My shaking fingers moved to do his bidding with an embarrassing amount of speed. I didn’t have it in me to be embarrassed right now. No, I was too desperate. I was near feral with my need for release. For him.
He was punishing me at the same time he was giving me the most erotic gift I’d ever had.
Kace watched with a concentrated intensity as I moved to pull it over my head.
“Skirt,” he rasped.
My breathing was rapid as I did as he asked.
He grinned as it hit the floor. “Yeah, I’m the only one who gets to see what that looks like on you and on the floor.” Then he moved his eyes back to me, where I was standing in drenched lace panties, spiked heels and nothing else.
Kace nodded toward my hips, his eyes hungry. “Panties.”
I kept watching him as I pulled them from my hips then stepped out of them.
“Shoes are staying on,” Kace informed me.
I swallowed roughly, nodding. All I wanted in the world was to go to him, to take charge and take what I wanted, but I stayed in my spot.
He was making it clear that he was in charge, and that’s what made this so incredibly hot.
“Move to the bed. Hands on it. Feet splayed. Ass up for me.”
I moved to do as he said, putting myself in a position that should’ve felt demeaning or vulnerable. Though it was neither. Not with him. It was powerful. Erotic.
There was silence for a long time. Too long. My body was crying out with need in a dull roar, yet Kace hadn’t moved. He was watching me. I knew that. Feasting on my body with a reverence I trusted him to have.
First it was a palm on my ass. Gentle. Barely there. A stark juxtaposition to every other way he’d touched me tonight.
It moved slowly, caressing my skin, moving down to my thighs and then forward, toward the drenched area he’d abandoned earlier. But he didn’t go in. He wasn’t going to make it that easy.
Next it was his lips on my skin. Moving along my cheeks slowly, torturously. His actions left me feeling vulnerable, to say the least. But somehow empowering too.
Then his lips moved to the middle. He spread me open and ate me... there. In that place that felt so forbidden. So private. I should’ve been uncomfortable. But I fucking loved it. I fisted the sheets as I cried out, Kace moving his tongue like the expert he was.
“I’m gonna take your ass one day,” he warned, moving his finger to tease at my entrance, not going inside. “Not tonight, though.”
He moved away, standing to unbuckle his pants but keeping everything on. He didn’t need to prime me, I was ready the second I’d laid eyes on him in the kitchen.
“Am I the only one who gets to fuck you like this?” he asked, hands tight on my hips, poised at my entrance.
“Yes,” I ground out, my need for him making me near feral.