“One more thing?” She gives me a sexy little look.
I reach for the hem of her shirt and lift it slowly, stripping it off her so she’s fully naked in my lap. Tossing it to the side, I sit back and look at her.
“I’m sorry if this is too much to hear, but I’ve pictured you naked a thousand times and none of them came close to how sexy you are in reality.” I reach out and touch her breast where my bite mark is still visible. “You have no idea how badly I’ve wanted you.” Tracing the outline of her nipples, my fingertips graze her silky-smooth skin. I know I’m saying too much, giving too much away, but fuck it. This isn’t just a hit it and quit it situation for me. I want her to be mine.
“You have?”
“From the moment I saw you sitting in that conference room two years ago, I’ve been fighting the urge to seek you out and get to know you. I convinced myself it would never work. That you were probably with someone. That you wouldn’t be interested in me. That you’d think I was only after one thing.”
“Whatareyou after, Mr. Snow?”
I look up at her, stilling my hands. I debate whether to just say it, tell her I’m already falling for her, but I don’t want to freak her out. I want her to have space to make her own decisions about me, and about her ex. So, like a coward, I change the subject.
“Are you normally alone on Christmas Eve? I’m surprised you didn’t go to your parents.”
“Well, usually we spend Christmas Eve with Tim’s family, but obviously that won’t be happening this year.”
“Have you heard from him at all?”
“No.” Her expression is unreadable. Part of me wants to know if she’s happy or sad about the way she’s spending her holidays—with me—but I’m too afraid to ask. Too afraid of her answer. Maybe I don’t want to know.
She leans forward until her lips meet mine. The kiss feels like it’s happening in slow motion; like a scene from the romantic movie we watched earlier. I let my hands explore her body, caressing her skin to memorize every last inch of her. She pulls me closer by gripping a handful of my sweater, and her other hand drops down to the button on my jeans and begins working it free.
“I need more,” she says into my mouth, maneuvering herself over me and teasing my cock as she presses her wetness against my jeans.
“Sadie.” I grab her hand, stopping her from unzipping my fly. “No.” I shake my head, and she pokes out her bottom lip.
“Are you pouting?”
She shrugs, biting her lip seductively as she pulls her hand away and dips it into the waistband of my jeans. “Please, Mr. Snow.”
I grab her hand more firmly. “Don’t make me tell you no again, Sadie, or I’ll have you begging for forgiveness on your knees.”
She lets out a throaty chuckle. “That doesn’t sound like a bad time at all.” That naughty side is coming alive in her, exactly how I wanted.
“No? Let me clarify.” I grab both of her wrists, pinning her hands behind her back and holding them in place with one of my own.
“You’ll be on your hands and knees, begging for release while I fuck your ass. But I won’t let you come, sweetheart. I’ll use this tight little body however I see fit. Maybe I’ll fuck these tits, leave a trail of my cum from your chin…” I point to her chin. “All the way down to here.” I drag my finger down between her breasts until I reach her clit. “And then, when you think I can’t possibly fuck you any longer, that I can’t possibly fuck you any harder…” I pull her closer until our lips are almost touching and lower my voice to a whisper. “I’ll break you in half. You understand me, kitten?”
“Yes,” she says with a gasp, and when I tighten my grip on her wrists to show her how serious I am, she nods earnestly, showing her understanding.
“Good.” I help her off my lap and stand up, placing her on her feet. She starts to cross her arms over her body in an effort to cover herself, but I stop her by grabbing her hand and leading her down the hallway until I find her bathroom. I reach inside, flicking on the light before turning on the shower.
“Now.” I place my hands on her arms. “Be a good girl and go take a nice long shower and have a relaxing night, okay?”
“Okay.”
“I’ll see you bright and early tomorrow morning.” I place a chaste kiss on her forehead and leave her, making my way out of her apartment before I lose my resolve and make good on my threat.
CHAPTER9
Sadie
The moment my head hits the pillow, guilt begins to creep in.
Guilt for starting to move on from Tim so quickly. Guilt over not talking with him and letting him know I’ve decided to move on. Guilt for wanting Alex.
What could this thing between us even turn into? I’m not sure I’m ready to jump into another relationship, or if I even should, for that matter. Hell, I don’t even know if that’s what he wants with me, or if this is all just some boss fantasy he’s had playing in his head for the past two years.