But damn it, I am breathless. This man creates a yearning inside me that makes it difficult to think, let alone breathe and speak.
“There are so many things I want to do to you. All I can think about is sinking deep inside your body and losing myself for hours.” He presses his lips to the base of my neck. “I want to kiss every inch of your skin. I want to see your face when you fall apart in my arms, and when you think you’ve had about all you can stand, I want to fuck you again.”
I sigh, dropping my head back against the elevator wall. “I want that too.”
Rex’s mouth travels south over my collarbone and along the swell of my breasts, and all I can think is how grateful I am that we’re alone in this elevator.
“I’ve wanted to fuck you since the moment I saw you standing on that sidewalk. I pictured your long, dark hair tumbling down your naked back, your legs spread wide, and then I saw this mouth.” His thumb runs a slow path along my lower lip. “I want these lips wrapped around my cock.”
I reach for his pants, ready to give him what he wants, but he stops me, pinning my wrists at my sides.
“And then when you showed up at my bar, I knew I had to have you.”
This man is sex incarnate. He’s cocky and irresistible, and he knows that if he wanted, I’d let him take me right here in the elevator.
He tugs a strap on my dress, pulling it down my arm until my left breast is exposed. “Tell me what you want from me,” he demands before wrapping his perfect lips around my nipple and sucking.
I tunnel my fingers into his thick hair, holding him against my body.
“Rex.” My neck arches back, my eyes struggling to stay open as I stare at the ceiling, and I cry out when he sucks, hard.
The elevator slides to a stop. Rex releases my breast with a wet pop, lifts the strap of my dress back into place, and scoops me up. My body is buzzing. I’m drunk from his touch, and I would gladly spend days praying to the porcelain gods if it means I get to spend the night with him, letting him do everything he’s promised. It’s the best damn feeling.
Thirty seconds later I hear the soft click of his door unlocking, followed by the sound of it shutting. Rex lowers me to my feet, wisely not letting go until he’s sure I won’t topple over.
His condo is dark, bathed in nothing but the faint
glow of the moon through the window. I hear his keys hit what I assume is a coffee table, and then a warm hand slides around my waist. Closing my eyes, I take a breath, trying to calm my racing my heart.
“You are so beautiful.” He peppers kisses down my neck. Goosebumps scatter across my skin, and I feel him smile against my back. “I love how you respond to my touch.” Skimming his fingertips over my shoulders, he snags each strap of my dress, tugging them down my arms at an achingly slow pace until the flimsy black material pools around my hips.
Rex groans and drops to his knees behind me. “Fuck me,” he says. Hands around my hips, he turns me to face him.
I smile, knowing he can see my tattoo. It runs along my side, starting at the base of the outside of my breast and ending at my hip. When I feel the first brush of his tongue against my skin, I pry my eyes open and watch as he worships the words that mean more to me than he’ll ever know. I whisper the words of my tattoo as he uses his finger and mouth to outline each letter.
Never look back, but never forget. Always forgive, and never regret.
“It’s beautiful,” he murmurs, looking up at me through thick black lashes.
“Thank you,” I whisper.
Raw, sexual energy pulses through the air. It isn’t the first time I’ve felt it in Rex’s presence, and it saddens me to think it might be the last. I’m desperate to lose myself in the moment, in him.
“Touch me. Please,” I add, hoping he’ll understand how much I need him.
Rex’s pupils dilate, and a rush of moisture settles between my thighs. Hooking his fingers in the sides of my dress, he tugs the material over my hips, letting it fall in a pile at my feet.
I’m standing naked in the middle of a room with a fully clothed Rex kneeling between my legs, and for the first time in…ever, I feel sexy and completely uninhibited.
Trailing his finger down my thigh, he wraps his hand around my ankle. “Lift.” Steadying myself with a hand on his shoulder, I lift my foot and Rex slips my sandal off, repeating the process on the other side.
“I think you’re a little overdressed,” I say.
“Patience, princess.” He tugs me forward until his lips hit the lower part of my belly. With slow strokes of his tongue, Rex worships every inch of my skin he can reach and when he runs out of room, he sinks lower until he’s at eye level with my most private part.
“Open.” He nudges my legs until they’re a shoulder-width apart, and before I have time to brace myself, his mouth is on me. His tongue takes a slow path up my slit before diving inside. My body jerks, my hands grip his shoulders.
“Oh, fuck,” I moan.