“Do not come yet,” he commanded me.
I shuddered, not sure what he meant, but knowing it was going to prolong this delicious torment.
“Don’t… what?”
“Don’t finish.”
I nodded, unable to speak.
“I am going to take you upstairs and have my way with you,” he said in an authoritarian tone.
“I need collect my books and things,” I choked out as his fingers toyed with my folds.
“Someone will get them for you.”
“That is not necessary.”
“It is.”
I had no strength left to argue. I was too close. He smiled slowly as I rocked my hips against his hand. Then he pulled away, licking his fingers one by one.
I was open, exposed, and partially naked. Somehow I felt even more naked with my clothes still halfway on.
“Don’t,” he said harshly when I started to straighten my clothing. “Not yet.”
I swallowed, waiting for him to allow me to cover myself. My skirt was up around my waist. He could see everything. He looked at me, staring between my legs, at my breasts, at my face. His eyes never stopped roving over me.
“Now,” he said with a sigh, helping me to dress myself again. “A pity, but I want to explore you fully in my bed.”
I nearly cried at the thought of it. He planned to explore me even more thoroughly. I was in for a very long night.
And there was nothing in the world I could do to stop it.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Michael
I stared at the girl sitting quietly on the seat beside me then glanced out the window. Two blocks from home. One block.
I was ready for this. More than ready. She was finally within my grasp. I had touched her. Teased her. Tempted her. She was mine, or about to me. I just had to go slow.
Everything about this girl screamed that she was a virgin.
Everything about her screamed that she was pure. Perfect. Way too good for me.
And I didn’t want to fuck this up.
Meanwhile, my body was screaming at me to take her. Lose myself in her. Take what I wanted and give her everything.
Not yet, Michael. You need to be alone. You can’t take the girl’s virginity in the back of a limo.
Plus, Tiny would be driving around for hours. Days maybe.
Wait. Just wait.
The limo rolled to a halt. A moment later the door swung open. I stepped out and reached back for Theresa’s delicate hand. She placed it in mine and let me guide her up the stairs and into the house. We didn’t pause. My men barely looked at us.
The tension was so thick that literally everyone could feel it. Everyone in the house. Maybe everyone in the whole damned city.
We didn’t pause. We didn’t run, though God knows I wanted to. We stoically walked past her room, where she paused. I applied pressure to her elbow, sliding my other hand to her lower back and she started walking again.
All the way to my door.
Open the door. Walk through it. Close the door.
I looked at her. She looked at me. And everything exploded.
We were a whirling dervish of hands and lips and tongues and teeth. I devoured her. She let herself be devoured.
I yanked her top off of her, before roughly reaching for her skirt and shoving it down over her hips. Then I was tearing my shirt away, ignoring the buttons that scattered across the room, dancing on the floor around us.
I never stopped kissing her. Not for a second. Not for an instant.
And then I did. Just long enough to look down at her in wonder.
“Jesus Christ, Terri. How can you be so beautiful?”
Chapter Twenty-Four
Theresa
I should have been afraid. Michael was a whirlwind of aggressive, masculine power. All the tenderness he had shown me was gone. He was pure lust. He was surrounding me with his heat, his touch, his passion.
But I wasn’t afraid. I was exhilarated.
Alive.
And just as desperate for him as he was for me.
I helped him take his shirt off, my hands flexing on his bare shoulders. He was so warm, so vital, so primal. I felt like an animal that had been let out of a cage. A cage I had built to protect myself from him. To protect my heart.
There was no protecting myself now. Not from this raw need. Not from this primitive dance. Not from him.
Not from myself.
“Bed,” Michael growled, still kissing me. “Fuck, no, I can’t wait.”
Then he tore his mouth away and knelt, pulling my nipples into his mouth as he pushed my panties down my legs. I shivered at the feeling of the cool air against my bare skin. He cursed and stared at me, then kissed me there.
“Ohhhh,” I moaned, not sure if I could take the feeling of his mouth against me. He dipped down and ran his tongue over my lips. I shivered, grasped his shoulders and holding on for dear life. The room seemed to tilt as he kissed me, nestled between my thighs, as he lifted one leg and rested it over his shoulder.