“That question was unexpected.” He eyed me, his brows furrowing as his charming eyes roamed over my face. “But yes. I’m getting out of New York after today, unfortunately.”
“Hmmm.” I turned back to stare at the city.
Him being in the city for only one more night was good for me. It meant I could give in to my desires tonight without worrying about tomorrow. He’d go back where he came from, and I would be focused on saving my business.
When I turned back to him, his eyes were on my face.
"Are you battling to kiss me as much as I am?" His voice carried a seductive tenor.
My breath caught, and I stiffened at the question. After a few moments, I let out a breath and nodded. “Yes.”
He smiled at my apparent nervousness and stepped up to close the gap between us. “Are you losing the battle? Cause I am.”
He ran a finger along the edge of my hairline, gently tucking the lock of hair blown out by the breeze behind my ear.
I looked up at his fiery turquoise eyes, and I felt a burst of desire flood me again. “And here I was thinking you’re the kind who never loses.”
My voice was shaky, but I didn’t care. I put a hand on his chest, and he leaned close, moving slowly, as though I might get scared at any moment.
“I thought I was too until I met my bane.” The breath of his whisper felt so warm on my face. Before I could react, his firm mouth brushed across mine, settling briefly, barely touching before he took them off again. I almost screamed in frustration at his teasing.
He leveled me with a frank gaze and waited for me to speak, but I couldn’t. I could barely breathe at that moment. "Are you winning the battle?" he asked in a matter-of-fact tone.
"N-No!" I said, my voice a touch too loud. "Not at all. I lost the last bit of will when your lips touched mine."
His breath exhaled a half-laugh. "I'm afraid that none of us has the will for the fight."
I shrugged, watching the lights from the streets reflect on his face. "It’s best to love wholeheartedly."
My anticipation flared as he pulled me closer. I put my hands on his shoulders as his face neared mine. He trailed his fingers down my neck. The sensation left me breathless; my body was one whole essence of desire. I opened my mouth to talk, and he kissed me then. I forgot all I wanted to say because hereallykissed me this time.
He possessed my mouth in a way I could never have imagined. His lips were firm and warm, playing across mine, tempting me until I was gasping for breath. He captured my gasp in his mouth, taking advantage of my open lips to run his tongue along mine, tasting me lightly until I couldn't bear the teasing any longer. He seemed to read my thoughts, and he gathered me closer and deepened the kiss, changing the pressure. He delved deeper and stroked more firmly.
And I was lost.
I was consumed in the kiss, desperately trying to match his movements. My hands moved in a frenzy, running along his broad shoulders and wrapping around his neck. Hungrily, I met his tongue with my own, and I was rewarded with a joyful sound from deep in his throat as he tightened his grip, sending another wave of heat through me. His tongue retreated, and I followed, matching his movements until his lips closed around my tongue, He sucked gently- the sensation rocked me to the core. All at once, I was aflame with lust for him.
I fumbled with his shirt, groping it in my hand to balance myself while our lips were still locked. My body was practically ignited in flames from our kiss, his hands now all over me. Brushing in my hair, my arms, holding my waist tight.
Lord. He tasted so good. His lips traveled from my mouth down my chin. His hands pulled my arms above my head while his lips traveled along my neck. I could barely keep my legs from buckling under. He wrapped a strong hand around my waist when I floundered and held me against him. His hard cock pressed against my stomach.
His mouth toured further down until his teeth grazed the swell of breasts over the neckline of my dress.
“Yes. Fuck. Yes.” I wrapped my hand around his head.
“I'm gonna lose my head with you, but I want to know if you're sure,” he said in a husky voice. “You want to do this?”
I ran my fingers through his soft, tousled hair, conscious of the fact that his desperate hands were on the zipper of my dress. Here I was, literally at the top of the city with the most handsome man I’d ever seen in my life, asking permission to fuck me out in the open, and I couldn't say no. I wanted this. Maybe anyone could just waltz in here and find us, but the thought filled me with a thrill. It might be scandalous, yet I wanted it more than anything.
I giggled, the vodka making me slightly tipsy and less uptight. It was what Maia suggested I do wasn’t it.
“I'm sure,” I whispered and let my eyes flutter closed. His hands resumed their ministrations on me, and I threw my head back in another gasp of air. The guy would fucking make me come just by the way his hands and lips worshipped my body. I gasped and moaned at every touch and kiss on my flesh.
He was finally drawing my zipper down when a loud bang came from the door that led to the terrace.
“Armand! Where the fuck are you?” a female voice screeched into the air with annoyance.
“Holy shit,” he said, pausing in shock and slowly releasing me as the woman walked up to us.