Page 18 of Twisted Throne

“Paul? Um, my zipper is stuck.”

I wasn’t sure I believed her. I wasn’t sure it mattered. Her eyes were dilated to green-rimmed pools, her skin flushed. “Is it really?”

“Does it matter?”

Before I could think, my feet moved to the bedroom door. When I reached her, she pulled the door fully open and stepped back as I entered, closing the door firmly behind us.

Chapter Ten

Gia

What the crap am I doing?

I know getting involved with Paul is the last thing that I need right now. I have enough new stuff going on in my life at the moment without adding him to the mix. I don’t know how Angelo would feel about it either, and accounting for fathers is definitely something I’d never expected.

I muffled the logical part of my brain and called out to Paul before I could second guess myself.

My heart thumped in my chest, beating faster and faster as he approached. He came into my bedroom, and I shut the door behind us, blushing.

“Turn around,” he instructed.

I turned and he brushed his hand lightly across my shoulder, his calloused hand slightly rough against my skin. Paul scooped up my hair in a bunch and pulled it around my shoulder out of the path of the zipper. His hand lingered across my chest. The fabric of my dress was thin enough that I knew he felt my nipples harden at his touch.

He dropped his hand down and grasped the zipper of my dress. He unzipped it slowly and easily, inching his way down to my lower back. I shivered as his hand drifted down my spine. His hand stopped moving, and I longed for him to keep going, arching my back and pushing back against his chest involuntarily.

“The zipper didn’t seem stuck to me,” he said, placing his hands on my hips.

His hands gripped me tightly, pulling me further back against him. Any last scrap of doubt I had about his attraction towards me evaporated when I felt his hardness pressed up against me. Suddenly he removed his hands from my waist and spun me around to face him.

“Yes?” he asked, placing his hands on the straps of my dress and tugging it down slightly.

I tried to answer him, but the words stuck in my throat and all I could do was nod.

His eyes froze me in place as he pulled the thin, silk straps of my dress down even further. I slipped my arms free of the silken restraints. He continued to pull down the bodice of my dress until the fabric was bunched around my waist. Without breaking eye contact with me, he wrapped one hand around my back. His other hand moved up higher and he twined his fingers into my hair and tilted my head back as he pulled me close.

He brought his head down to kiss me, crushing his lips against mine. His tongue pushed its way between my lips, forcing my mouth open. I couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe. Time stood still and there was only him and me. Nothing else mattered, only us.

He removed his lips from mine, and yanked my head to the side, exposing my neck to him as he kissed his way down. I closed my eyes and swayed into him, grateful for the support of his arm wrapped around me. When I felt his teeth press into the sensitive skin just above my collarbone I instinctively tried to jerk away with a yelp of pain.

“Hold still,soubrette,” he said, the authority in his voice making me melt back into him immediately. I could feel the hot pulsing between my legs, and when he began to nip along the top of my breasts that spilled out of the top of my lacy bra I moaned softly.

“Please…” I whimpered. All I could think about was his touch on my body. His scent washed over me, a mixture of spice, smoke, and leather. I raised my hands and slid them up his arms. The smooth fabric of his shirt rippled across his firm biceps, like velvet over stone.

When I wrapped my hands around the back of his neck he lifted his head and released me so suddenly that I stumbled, still wobbly in the heels I had neglected to kick off. His hands snapped up to clasp my wrists, moving them down and pinning them at my sides firmly.

“Please what?” he growled.

I pulled my wrists against his hands, testing his hold on me. One side of his mouth twisted up into a smile and his eyes sparked with amusement as I strained against his grip. Of course, it was in vain. His hands didn’t budge even a fraction of an inch no matter how hard I pushed and twisted against them.

“Please what?” he asked again, his grip tightening around my wrists.

“...touch me….please…” I managed to get out between rapid breaths.

He chuckled softly and moved my wrists together, holding them both in one hand now. With his other, he reached up, and his fingers danced across my skin teasingly. Goosebumps prickled down my arms and I gasped when he slid his hand under my bra. His thumb caressed across my nipple, gentle at first, then harder. He pinched it sharply. I sucked in my breath and instinctively tried to jerk away. I cried out as he pulled me back up against his chest.

I raised my eyes up to look at his face. His eyes darkened and he released my hands. He yanked my bra down until my breasts popped out. His head dipped down, and he began to tease me with his lips and tongue. He lifted my breast to caress and kiss underneath it. My arms once again moved to wrap around his neck and shoulders, my nails digging into his flesh.

His phone begins to vibrate in his pocket, startling us both.