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I could stare at her all night and am impatient to savor the moment when I gaze deep into her eyes as I slide my cock home.
CHAPTER 19
ELLIE
Iam way out of my depth. I suppose I’ve always known that, but now, here in this penthouse that is a mirror image of the house I previously occupied, I feel more alone than before.
It’s just us. Two people. One of whom holds all the cards and the other desperately trying to learn the game.
I will never win. I already know that because far from dreading what will happen now, I’m anticipating it.
For all my harsh words and declarations, I want him. I want the experience, not the man, because I’m not sure if I even like him.
But I lust him. That’s definite and perhaps as my life hangs in the balance, I should experience what it has to offer me while I can.
He slings his jacket on the couch and turns to face me, and I fidget nervously on the spot.
“What now?”
My question sounds so stupid, as it’s pretty obvious what happens next and his eyes gleam as he heads toward me.
He cups my face gently in both hands and stares deeply into my eyes and whispers, “We sleep.”
“Excuse me.”
I blink as his lips press against mine and he whispers softly, “Tonight, we sleep. It’s been a long day and you’re uncomfortable. I will not force myself on you and you are not ready.”
“But you said–”
“I said I would fuck you, but you would want me to.” He briefly kisses me, long, slow and seductively and I swear I melt inside. Then he pulls away and says with a soft smile, “I am not a bastard Ellie, no matter what you may think of me. I’m not like those men, and I don’t fuck whores to order.”
“I’m not a whore.”
I say indignantly and he runs his thumb down my cheek and whispers, “I never said you are.”
I lean into his touch because my body is reacting to his gentle treatment with a need that doesn’t escape me. It’s been so long since a man has touched me and never in this way.
He runs his thumb around my lips and whispers, “You are inexperienced to this world. I am not a monster.”
The sexual tension between us is stifling. It’s as if I am waiting for the storm to break and I shiver with anticipation as I lean forward and kiss him softly, loving the way he is holding me so tenderly. There is not a sound in the room. Not even a clock ticking and the shadows that form from the ghostly light of the moon give me a confidence I really should ignore.
I step back and stare at him with longing. “So, what would happen next if your original plan still stood?”
“I would take off my shirt.” He replies, locking his gaze with mine, and I reach for it and unfasten it slowly, savoring the hard skin that brushes under my fingers.
“And then?”
I ease the shirt from his body and feast my hungry eyes on his hard toned chest and he whispers, “Then I would help you off with your dress.”
“Show me.” I whisper and he reaches around the back and unzips it, the dress falling to the floor, leaving me naked before him.
His eyes glitter as I step forward and say seductively, “I expect your pants follow.”
“Of course.”
I reach for his belt and stare into his eyes, loving how they deepen with lust as I slowly relieve him of his clothing.
He steps out of them and I inch down his underpants and as my breasts brush against his chest, I stand on tiptoe and run my hands around the back of his head and draw him down to my hungry lips.