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My stomach does a delicious slow flip at his firm tone, and I press my thighs together to stem the growing ache. I keep my eyes on his as I part my lips, causing his gaze to darken as he slides the spoon into my mouth. The warm rich, soufflé is delicious and dissolves on my tongue and I savour the flavour. He pulls the spoon out of my mouth, his eyes fixed on my throat. “Swallow.”
I feel a twinge at my centre as I do as I’m told and swallow it down. He reaches out a hand and slowly wipes his thumb across my bottom lip and I daringly part my lips taking the tip inside my mouth. I have no idea what we must look like to theother customers because right now I feel as though we’re the only two people in the room and the glint in his eyes tells me he feels the same. My breathing is ragged, and I can see the sharp rise and fall of his chest as I suck the tip of his thumb. After a few moments, he removes it from my mouth and places it between his own lips, sucking. Every fibre of my being feels as if it’s on fire for this man, and we’ve barely touched.
He moves his arm from the back of the booth and straightens in the seat. “We’re leaving,” he announces, gesturing to the waiter.
Although I’m turned on beyond belief, I can’t help but glance at the array of half-eaten dishes on the table and feel a little bit guilty. “All this food must have cost a fortune and it’s all going to waste.”
He shrugs. “It’s only money.” He flicks me a simmering look that makes me melt. “What I want is priceless.”
Nineteen
Art drives like a lunatic through the streets of London on the short trip back. The journey is carried out in total silence. By the time we pull up outside the apartment, the sexual tension in the car is almost palpable. I’m helped out of the car by a large strong hand and walked through the entrance doors.
“Good evening, Mr Black, Miss Ward.” Derek, the concierge, welcomes us with a warm smile, but Art barely registers the greeting.
“Evening, Derek,” I call over my shoulder, not wishing to seem rude, but that’s the extent of the greeting I’m allowed to give before I’m hurried up the stairs. Clearly, I’m not moving quickly enough because Art wraps an arm around my waist, forcing me to keep up with his pace as his long legs hurry up the stairs.
By the time we reach his front door, he appears completely unaffected by the three sets of stairs we’ve just run up, while I’m panting like I’ve just run a marathon. He unlocks the door, pushes it open at lightning speed, and I’m pulled inside.
I don’t get a chance to catch my breath. As soon as I step foot across the threshold, he rounds on me. Hot lips attack mine and his body covers all of me, propelling me backwards against the door, slamming it closed with a bang. His tongue’s in my mouth as he kisses me hard, forcing all the air out of my body. Then as quickly as the kiss started, he pulls away and tugs me through to the bedroom.
I blink through the spots on the edge of my vision, feeling in a daze as I touch my fingers to my bruised lips and get my bearings. I stand at the end of the bed, panting and confused by the sudden change in pace. He shrugs off his jacket and slings it over the chaise longue at the end of the bed, then swiftly unbuttons his shirt and peels it off his body. He’s not wasting any time and the speed at which he’s undressing makes me think he’s got something planned. Right now, I don’t care. The knowledge that his body will be on mine in a few seconds fans the flames of desire that started back at the restaurant. I drink in his glorious physique as he strips naked.
My teeth catch on my bottom lip as my breathing becomes laboured and now, I’m panting for a whole different reason as he stands naked in front of me with his erection standing unashamedly to attention. Disappointment shoots through me as instead of moving towards me, he shifts backwards and settles down on one end of the chaise longue. He relaxes, draping both arms along the back of the seat. He looks at me as if he’s eyeing up a much longed-for gift, and he cocks his head to the left.
“Strip for me.”
Panic zaps through me. I’ve never been asked to do this before. Where the hell do I start? My brain launches into overdrive as I try and think of how to be sexy. Big mistake. My mind goes blank. I take a deep breath and give myself a mental talking-to. I can do this. I want to do this. I instinctively turn around so that my back’s to him as it gives me a moment’s reprieve from his scrutinising gaze. I briefly close my eyes and tell myself to relax. I flick my hair over my right shoulder and place my fingers on the side zip of my dress, sliding it all the way down, then peel the straps off my shoulders and shimmy out of the red material, letting it pool at my feet. The room is filled with an intimidating silence and I have no way to tell whether he’s enjoying this or not, but I carry on.
I slide my hands around my back and undo the clasp, catching my black lace bra between my thumb and fore finger. I cast a coy glance over my shoulder and sling the bra over my head and watch it land at his feet. He doesn’t move to catch it. His eyes are almost black as he stares at me.
I turn back round to face the bed and smile to myself that what I’m doing seems to be having the desired effect. Jutting my backside out, I push my fingers into the hips of my lace knickers and tease them down, wiggling my bum a little until they hit the floor. I step out of them and kick off my heels then slowly turn to face him.
His gaze is a mix of admiration and awe. “I can’t believe you’re mine.”
My heart squeezes.I can’t believe he’s mine.
“Well, you’d better believe it,” I breathe. I’m waiting for him to get up, but he doesn’t; he carries on sitting there and makes no attempt to move.
“Lie back on the bed and pleasure yourself.”
I baulk, my mouth gaping at the demand. Stripping for a guy is one thing, but this is in another realm. “What?”
His tone softens slightly as if sensing my unease. “I want to watch you come. You’re stunning when you lose control and let go.”
I glance hesitantly at the bed, then look back at him, waiting for me to begin.
“You’ve a beautiful body, I want to see you take pleasure from it.”
Nerves churn in my stomach as I settle down on the edge of the bed and lie back against the sheets. Of course, I’ve done this before. I’ve been single for three years, but this is the first time I’ve had an audience. Closing my eyes, I once again tell myself to relax. I slide my hand across my hip bone and brush against my pubic hair. My fingers find my swollen clitoris and I begin slow, steady strokes, relaxing into it. A warm tingle of pressure is already building, and my breathing is laboured.
I know this won’t take long as I feel the dampness of arousal coat my fingertips and push two fingers inside the tight, heat between my legs, curling them against the front wall of my vagina. The slickness between my legs increases, permeating the silent bedroom and I moan as my muscles quiver around my fingers. My inhibitions dissolve with every thrust of my hand and all I can think about is coming. Myeyelids flutter open and I lower my gaze to find him sitting perfectly still. The only movement is coming from his heaving chest. His eyes burn into me. The tip of his erection is glistening with pre-cum and the knowledge that he’s getting pleasure from watching me ratchets me even closer to the edge. Warmth prickles across my naked flesh as the tension in my core reaches a peak and I arch my back into the bed and cry out in ecstasy. My muscles spasm around my fingers as my climax shudders through my body.
A warm, fuzzy post-orgasmic cloud descends around me as my body goes limp and my mind blank. The mattress dips and I open my eyes as I feel hands grip my thighs and yank them wide. He kneels between my legs. His eyes are blazing into mine as he picks up my hand and slides my damp fingers into his mouth and sucks. I moan aloud because he’s filthy and the fizzle at my centre tells me I like it.
He releases my hand and lets it drop to the bed. “You’re so fucking sexy.”
His words ring in my ears and my breathing begins to pick up a pace again as he locks eyes with me, and he lowers his head between my thighs. I draw in a lungful of air, certain I’ll burst into flames if he’s about to do what I think he is. He keeps his eyes on me as his long hot tongue licks my hyper-sensitive clit and I whimper in delight.