Page 32 of The Substitute

Finally, he turns into what I assume is his bedroom, and I get a quick impression of modern furniture and clean lines before he gently lays me on the bed and stretches out over me, kissing me once more.

“So fucking beautiful,” he murmurs as his lips travel down my neck. “I’ve imagined you here, just like this, more times than I can count.”

He has? My God. I set the boundaries weeks ago, and all this time, I could have been experiencing this?

If I wasn’t so busy being thoroughly ravished, I’d be seriously pissed at myself.

“I’ll take my time later,” he says, reaching for the zipper on the side of my dress. “But I need you. I need to be inside you.”

“Yes.” Hell, I’m close to begging him at this point, so I help him get the dress over my head and tossed to the floor.

I reach behind me for my bra clasp, but he stills my hands.

“Bloody hell,” he whispers, taking me in. I’m in lacy, black underwear, and this time, I added garters with stockings. I can see it had the desired effect. “Just like this. Christ, you’re every shagging dream I’ve ever had.”

“Literally?” I grin at him just before he presses more kisses down my body. “I need you naked, Derek. I still haven’t seen you naked, and it’s not fair.”

“Not fair.” He quirks an eyebrow as he kisses my navel. “I didn’t say I was fair.”

“Even you aren’t that cruel.”

His lips twitch, and he levers himself off the bed to remove his clothes. It seems to take forever because there are so many of them.

“You really didn’t think this through. So many layers.”

“I’ll know for next time.”

I love that he plans on there being a next time. When he finally shucks all his clothes, I let my gaze roam.

Those muscles. When does he find the time to work out?

“Do you have a home gym?”

He narrows his eyes. “Yes.”

“It shows.”

“That’s it. That’s all you get.”

He covers me again, and I can’t help but laugh. It turns into a moan when his mouth covers my breast, suckling the tip hard. His hand journeys between my thighs, and I gasp when he circles my clit with his finger.

“So wet,” he whispers before kissing my lips once more. “You’re so bloody wet, Maya.”

The frenzy has calmed, and Derek protects us both. Lying on his side and facing me, he lifts my leg over his hip and slides inside me, making me gasp again.

“Look at me,” he growls when I close my eyes. “I want you to look at me when I make you come.”

My gaze finds his, and he starts to move. Slow and steady at first, and then faster, until we’re both panting and writhing. I can feel myself clench around him as the orgasm moves through me, and I cling to him as I fall over into absolute bliss.

As we catch our breath, Derek brushes some hair off my cheek.

“We’re going to have sex in here about six more times before I take you in front of the windows that look out at the lake.”

“Won’t someone see us?”

His lips twitch into a grin. “No, love. No one will see you but me.”

Chapter Nine