“Impressive, right?” One of his big hands lands onto the suddenly super sensitive skin of my thigh and I jump. His touch sends a heated jolt of awareness through me.
I lift my eyes to his and nearly melt in my seat. Whatever doubt or worry had clouded his expression and mood in the restaurant is gone. In its place is a very blatant sexual desire. His eyes are hooded. As they roam over me, they linger on the spot of my neck where my pulse is thrumming and my heart starts to beat even faster. They sweep over the expanse of skin my light pink camisole leaves bare and leave a trail of tingling, prickles of heat all over. His gaze is heavy and I feel it as surely as if his hands were on me instead.
Oh, my God. I want to have sex with him. I don’t want to give him, or myself blue balls.
Fuck.
I clench my thighs, my body instinctively seeking relief from the throb that has started between my legs. The string of need that had been drawn taut between us all night has been plucked.
Now, it’s vibrating.
By the time our gazes meet, I am helpless to hide the need that I know my eyes are conveying. His hand slides up my thigh and the tips of his fingers disappear under my skirt.
“Co—” my passenger door opens suddenly. I turn my head to find the uniformed man holding the door open and beaming at Chuck before turning back to him, “Good evening Mr. Moore.”
He slips his hand down my thigh and holds my gaze for a few heated seconds before he looks at the man and smiles placidly, as if his eyes hadn’t just leveled me to nothing.
“Evening, D, how’s it going?” he asks jovially as he unbuckles his seat belt and climbs out without bothering to cut the engine.
“Can’t complain, the missus is happy, so I’m enjoying the quiet.” The man’s round cheeks are covered in a very nicely trimmed grey beard. When he laughs at his joke, he looks like a better-groomed version of Santa Claus. He offers me a hand as I climb down. “Happy wife, happy life, eh?” he says with a wink before he shuts the door behind me.
Chuck immediately puts his hand on the small of my back. It’s a light touch, but with only the thin silk of my top between us, I can feel the heat of his hand on my skin. God, I wish I was naked.
When we step into the lobby, I can’t help but let my eyes take in the opulently decorated space. It’s dotted with plush armchairs and sofas in rich jewel tones that lend it a decadence usually reserved for luxury hotels.
“Should I park her for the night or you going back out, sir?” D asks as he walks in behind us and ushers us down a wide corridor, to a bank of elevators. He presses the call button and one of the doors pops open immediately.
“Yeah, go ahead, I won’t need her again until morning,” he says and cups my elbow and pulls me ono the elevator without missing a beat.
By the time his words register, the elevator door is starting to close. “Night, D,” he says with a tip of his invisible hat.
“What do you mean? I have to get my car back tonight,” I demand.
He turns to face me fully and the full weight of that gaze is back on me. I inhale sharply, take a step back and find my back pressed to the cool glass wall of the elevator. He takes one long step and puts us toe to toe. I feel…trapped and I like it.
“What are you doing?” I ask breathlessly, hopefully.
His slow, sensual smile is predatory as he places a hand on either side of my head. My heart racing, my nipples pulsing as if they’re being tweaked. His expression is that of an unrepentant sinner. He leans down slowly, his head falling slowly, his dark hair brushing my cheek as he puts his mouth to my ear.
“You’re staying here tonight, Maria.”
My stomach plummets to my toes. I pull back and don’t even register the thud of my head hitting the glass. My wild panicked gaze meets his triumphant, cocky one and I can feel the blood draining from my face as the truth registers.
“You knew?” I whisper in utter dismay.
“Of course,” he says quietly, his expression completely unreadable.
“For how long?” I ask, dreading the answer.
“From the moment I saw your profile picture,” he says and I want to disappear. I can’t believe this. “So, all this time, you knew who I was. Knew my name wasn’t Anna and you didn’t say a word?” I ask in disbelief.
“I wanted to see what your end game was. Well, at least that’s what I wanted in the beginning,” he says. His smile is a full-on gloat as he leaves the rest of his thought dangling like a cube of cheese in front of a mouse. My pride should stop me from doing what he wants, but it’s too late for pride. He’s been playing me all along. I thought I was the one in charge of this little game. But he’s been two steps ahead of me all along. He won this game before I even messaged him.
I concede defeat and ask, “And now? What do you want now?”
“I thought you’d never ask,” he puts each of his massive hands on either side of my head and lowers his face to mine. The tips of our noses are touching and our lips are only a hairsbreadth away from being locked together.
His eyes are too close for me to focus on them, but I don’t need to see when I can feel everything. His intent pours out of every single cell in his body. I know before he says in a low, deep voice, “You.”
He drops one hand to snake it around my waist and yank me flush against him and holds me there. His lips brush mine softly. Yet, it’s a profound touch, and I feel it in every fiber of my being. “I plan on taking you up to my place and I plan on fucking you all night,” he bites my lip but doesn’t try to soothe it. Instead, he tugs it into his mouth and sucks it so hard it stings. I love it and I groan.
He lets go and his hazel eyes glitter with possessive need as he searches my face. Whatever he sees there makes him nod with satisfaction.
“Yes… you like that,” he says with a slow smile.
“I do. Yes,” I nod eagerly and wish he’d do it again.
“You want more?” he asks and then dots a fleeting peck on my lips. I lick them to try and get a taste of him.
“Yes,” I say.
“Good, then let’s talk. Because when I fuck you tonight, I don’t want anything between us.”
The elevator’s doors pop open as if on cue and he cups my elbow and leads me, like a lamb to the slaughter, down the hall to his apartment.
Four
CHUCK
“So, you were going to get my cock hard and then leave?” I ask with a begrudgingly impressed smile. “That’s pretty unrealistic, Maria,” I say. Just to fuck with her because when she’s annoyed, she’s fucking cute.
She scoffs, “Why, you think I wouldn’t have been able to get your cock hard?” she says derisively.
I put my drink down and walk over to stand in front of her. I put a hand over the denim covering the hard erection in my jeans and adjust myself. Her greedy fucking eyes laser in on my hand and follow it’s up and down motion. She licks her lips.
“No, princess. You already did that. It’s unrealistic to think you’d be able to leave once you’d had my cock in your hand.” I take advantage of her slightly parted lips and slip my thumb into her hot, wet mouth. She sucks on it and I groan low in my throat. With more reluctance than I’ve ever experienced, I pull my thumb out and step back.
“You were right to be so pissed off. I was a stupid twelve-year-old boy trying to look cool in front of some equally stupid boys. If I could take it back, I would. I never thought you were ugly,” I tell her.
She rolls her eyes and tucks her hair behind her ears. “Yes, you did. Because I was. You’re just saying that because you want to fuck me now. Because I look like this.” She sweeps her hand over her frame in a careless gesture.