I lifted my palms to my temples. “I’ve been avoiding the thoughts, burying myself in the information from Wade, but tonight…” I didn’t want to say the words.
“Was your wedding night.”
I nodded, an unexpected pang of sadness settling in my chest. The emotion wasn’t for the loss of the overly extravagant wedding and reception, or God forbid, the loss of Skylar Butler. And still, I didn’t want to explore the feeling thoroughly enough to fully understand why it was there. Maybe it was simply the loss of every little girl’s fairy tale.
The tale where your Prince Charming never lets you down.
Before I could explore those thoughts any longer, Van reached for my waist and lifted me to the edge of the table. Spreading my knees apart, he came closer, his fingers lifting my chin with his gaze fixed on mine. “It could be your wedding day. Plan B, I cancel my meeting and you and I go to the Cook County Clerk’s Office or the Marriage Court and we make this legal.” He looked down at his watch. “I’m not sure what time they close, but I could get Connie on it. I’m confident that an exception can be made.”
My face tilted. “Do you, Mr. Sherman, hold that much power that you can dictate governmental offices hours?”
“The short answer is yes.”
Having Van this close caused a visceral reaction—my skin to warm, my pulse to quicken, and my core to clench. It wasn’t conscious and I couldn’t control it, nor did I want to.
Red sin.
I closed my eyes, allowing myself to get lost in the sound of his deep, confident voice, the spiciness of his scent, the warmth of his touch, and the hum within me that his close proximity created.
“Open your eyes.”
As if he had the magical power to make his words the undeniable reality, my eyelids opened, adding to my sensory overload. Only inches away was his handsome face, mesmerizing gaze, and firm lips.
“You left the bed this morning before me.”
The tenor of his tone caused my stomach to flip-flop and my core to tighten. Unconsciously, I tried to press my thighs together, but they were trapped with him in between. “I woke up and my mind was filled with bits and pieces.”
Van’s finger came to my lips. “You need to relax.” His touch skirted up my bare legs, sending sensations throughout my circulation.
“Van,” I panted. “You have a meeting.”
He ran his finger over the cotton crotch of my lace panties as his smile grew. “My meeting can wait.”
“I…” I started to say that I had work to do. However, before I could voice a protest, he pushed the cotton aside and ran his thumb over my clit, making circles as thoughts of Wade momentarily melted away. With his other hand, he unbuttoned the shirt, allowing it to fall open and leaving me mostly bare to him.
“Look at me, beautiful,” he said as he tugged free one pen and then another I’d buried in my hair. As the long locks cascaded down my back, he added, “I want to have your come on my fingers and the vision of you coming apart when I leave.”
I placed my arms behind me, thankful he’d set me to the side of the monitors. Biting my lower lip, I concentrated on the roaring fire in his gaze. The golden and green flames flickered and sparked, scorching my skin and searing my breasts as they grew heavy and my nipples drew taut.
I sucked in a breath as one and then two fingers plunged inside me while his thumb continued its caresses of my growingly sensitive clit. My hips bucked to the rhythm he created. The blaze in his green orbs grew to a raging fire as around us the room, the suite, the entire city, disappeared.
It was as he curled his fingers that I came undone.
My whole body tensed as sounds echoed from my lips to the walls of the suite.
As my core spasmed and shuddered around his long fingers, coating them with my essence, I fought to breathe, to fill my lungs. Van didn’t stop, keeping me mesmerized by the intensity of his stare.
Free falling from high in the Chicago skyline, endorphins flooded my circulation, relaxing my muscles. It was as I was about to lie back on the table that Van wrapped his free arm around me and pulled me toward him.
“You’re so fucking beautiful when you come.” He shook his head before he lifted his fingers to his nose. “You smell sweet.” Parting his firm lips, he sucked them. “And taste even better.”
I shook my head in disbelief. “You’re seriously going to your meeting like that?”
“I am.”
“I guess I don’t need to be worried that you’re meeting some beautiful lady.”
He let his forehead again fall to mine. “I’m with the most beautiful lady at this second.”