“Mmhmm,” I exhale.
Evan’s finger traces the curve of my breast. “I need to hear you say it. Tell me you want me.” His mouth dips to the arc of my neck below my ear, and his lips brush my skin. The contact sends a shiver through me.
All hesitation is lost. “I want you, Evan. Please.”
His hand wraps fully around my breast and his thumb caresses my nipple while his mouth makes contact with the sensitive skin right above my pulse. The warm press of his lips and soft touch ignites me at once. We moan simultaneously. His tongue swipes my flesh, and coupled with his skillful fingers, sends me into a frenzy.
I encircle his neck with my arms, and he releases my breast to grip beneath my thighs and pull me into his arms. Securing my legs around his trim hips, I dive for his mouth at the same time he goes for mine. We end up in a needy lip lock. His tongue spears in between my lips at the same time his fingers dig into my backside, coaxing a slow moan of his name from me.
“Evan.”
Just as I return for another taste, a sharp knock on the door stops us. He swipes his tongue along his lower lip and grins.
“That’ll be our order.”
Anticipation from what I just experienced and what’s to come has me unsteady on my heels when Evan sets me on my feet. I’m reluctant to let him go. I forgot how intoxicating it can be to touch someone new for the very first time. The small experiences I’ve had so far tonight are not enough to satisfy my newest craving.
I want more of this man. All of him, if he’ll let me.
Evan retreats to the door, opens it, and picks something up from the floor. He walks to the bed with what looks like a wooden tray with handles and sets it down on the end. He touches some of the objects. From where I’m still standing, it appears to be a tray of various fabrics. His comment about ropes and scarves begins to make sense.
“Your mouth is exquisite, Ally. I can’t wait to see what other talents you’re hiding. Are you ready to take things further?”
That mouth he’s speaking of dries up as he begins removing his cufflinks. I start to nod, but remember what he said earlier about wanting to hear me say it out loud.
“I want more.”
“Come closer, then, baby.” He begins unbuttoning his shirt.
Adding a little confidence into the sway of my hips, I cross the space between us until I’m standing beside the foot of the bed. About twelve inches of space are all that separate me and an unobstructed view of his chest as he pulls the remaining button through the hole. He drops he ends of fabric and holds his hands out low to his sides.
“Take the shirt off me, Ally.”
Lines and ripples of muscle run across his torso. I want to trace each indent with my fingers and follow them with my tongue. My touch is tentative when I place my hands on the indentation just above his hips, taking a moment to simply feel his warm, smooth skin. I slide them upward, over the inverted triangle of his torso and the bumps of his ribs, stopping just short of his armpits.
I pull both palms into the center of his chest, not neglecting his pectorals as I make my way up to his collar bone and over to his shoulders. The material of his shirt rides along my wrists. When I lift up and slide my fingertips down his arms, the shirt falls with them. Gravity takes over, and it flutters to the floor.
Evan pulls in a shuddering breath.
“You’re a tantalizing little minx. My turn.” He grins devilishly and deftly finds the zipper along my side. With one long, torturous pull, he frees me from the confines and the dress drops to my feet. I’m now nearly naked except for my black silk thong and stilettos. I should feel shy, but the way he’s looking at me has me licking my lips and lifting my chin.
“Fucking gorgeous.” He grips my jaw and plants a swift kiss on my lips. Before I can react, he’s pulling a piece of fabric from the tray and holding it up to my face.
“That’s all you get to see. For now.”
The thought of being blindfolded with that glorious chest in front of me has me fighting not to stick my lower lip out. If that’s what he looks like without a shirt, I can only imagine what his body looks like below the waist. Images of sculpted quadriceps and calves assail me, making it that much harder to give up control.
I keep those thoughts to myself. Regardless of wanting to see more of him, I trust that he has my best intentions in mind. After all, that’s what brought me here in the first place.
He layers the fabric over my eyes, holding the ends in one hand as he steps around me to tie it in the back. The scarf is heavier than I assumed and completely blocks out all light from the room. I’m plunged into darkness.
As if a switch flips, my skin prickles with awareness. Losing my sight has heightened my other senses in an instant. I’m suddenly off kilter even though I know I’m standing near the bed. I can’t remember the height of it, or how many steps it is until I’m off the plush rug. My high heels feel inches taller than they did only a moment ago. My breathing picks up and my heart rate spikes—
“Breathe, Ally. I’m right here.”
A soothing caress runs from shoulder to wrist. His touch leaves, only to return on my naked breasts. His index fingers and thumbs rub my sensitive nipples, causing my head to fall back and a moan to leave my lips. He keeps up, even as they turn to peaks. I can’t stop myself from pulling my shoulders back and offering them to him in a silent plea to keep going.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful. Your skin is flushed and your nipples are begging for my mouth.” He grabs my left hand and curls my fingers around the iron footboard. “Hang on and don’t let go. I’m going to taste.”