She looks at me without an ounce of comprehension, and I lock my jaw as I slowly move her palm down my body, letting her feel the ridges of my abs. Her gaze follows our joint hands as the liquid spreads over my skin, and her breathing rapidly turns shallow.
She inhales sharply as I rest her hand over my boxers, my rock-hard cock pressing against her palm. I expected her to pull her hand away as though I scalded her, but instead, she stares at me, disbelief in her eyes.
“You terrify me because you have no fucking idea what you do to me. You make me feel out of control, when control is the one thing I value most in life. When I’m around you, I can barely think straight, Faye. You drive me fucking crazy, and I wish, I fucking wish my need for you was only physical. If I could fuck you out of my system, I would.” I reposition her hand just a little and wrap her fingers around my cock, making her hold it tightly, my hand over hers. She just stares at me as though she’s as drunk on me as I am on her, as though she’s waiting to see if I’ll take it any further, as though she wants me to.
I let go of her hand, but she doesn’t pull away. Her grip around my cock remains tight, her lips slightly parted as desire flickers through her eyes. I thought she couldn’t get more beautiful when I first saw her laugh, but it turns out I was wrong. This. I doubt I’ll ever get enough of this.
My hands wrap around her waist, and she tenses, seemingly snapping out of her daze. I smirk as I lift her on top of me, until she’s straddling me, my cock nestled right between her thighs.
She gasps, and the way her hips buck fucking undoes me. “D-Dion,” she stutters, her voice husky and oh so fucking sexy.
“You made a mess of me,” I murmur. “Don’t you think you should clean me up?”
She swallows hard and places a trembling hand against my chest. The way her fingers move over my abs can only be described as caressing. She could’ve made quick work of wiping away the champagne, but instead, she takes her time exploring my body.
She tenses when I place my hand on her thigh, but she doesn’t stop me as I slide it up and under her dress, pausing at her hip. My fingers brush against the lace fabric of her panties, and she shifts against me, her movements betraying her need. She drives me fucking wild with her innocent little touches. “I can’t,” I whisper, tightening my grip on her. Her breath hitches when I sit up with her still in my lap, bringing my body close to hers. “I can’t resist you for a single second longer.”
My gaze drops to her lips, and she shifts on top of me, driving me fucking wild. My touch is possessive as I slide my hand up to her waist, making her nightgown ride up.
She gasps, and I lean in a fraction, my nose brushing against hers. “Tell me no, Faye,” I plead. “If you don’t want me to kiss you, I need you to tell me no.”
She inhales shakily, remaining silent. I wait a beat, and then another, but she doesn’t move away. Instead, my beautiful fiancée glances at my mouth, as though she wants this as much as I do. Fuck. I’m a mere mortal, incapable of resisting her divinity, and she must know that.
I lean in and take those pouty, sexy lips of hers, finally making them mine. She tastes just as good as I always thought she would — sweet, innocent, fucking delicious. I groan and brush my tongue over her lips, and she opens up for me. Her arms move around my neck, and I nearly fucking lose it. I’ve never wanted anyone quite this bad.
My tongue brushes against hers, and there’s something so fucking alluring about her tentative touches, the way she tries to meet me stroke for stroke. Fuck. If this is the way she kisses me, I won’t survive it if she ever puts that mouth anywhere near my cock.
Faye whimpers into my mouth, and I nip at her lips, needing more. My hand trails to her hipbone and down, until the tips of my fingers graze against the fabric between her thighs. I smile against her mouth when I find it soaked through. “Dion,” she moans. “Stop, please, I—”
I instantly pull my lips off hers and drop my forehead to her shoulder, my breathing ragged. “I’m sorry,” I whisper. “I should’ve taken it slower.”
She gently shakes her head, and the fact that she doesn’t reject me completely soothes my soul. I hold on to her tightly, my arms wrapping around her waist as I hug her to me, my lips pressed against her neck. I can’t let her go just yet. I need this moment to last a little longer, just a second longer. “You’re so good for me,” I whisper. “So perfect, so delicious.”
She whimpers softly, the sound needy and pleased, as though my praise is exactly what she needed. She relaxes in my hold, and something about that just hits me so fucking hard. That level of trust is so much more impactful than the mind-blowing kiss we just shared, and the fact that she affects me in that way is exactly why she fucking terrifies me.
“Go,” I whisper in her ear, my hold loosening. “Go to bed, baby. I’ll stay out here a little while longer.”
I need a moment or ten to compose myself. If I go anywhere near her again with my cock throbbing, I’ll want another kiss, and every instinct in my body is screaming at me to take it slow with her.
“Thank you,” she whispers, her voice so soft I would’ve missed her words if I weren’t holding her so tightly. She pushes away just slightly, and I loosen my hold, my eyes finding hers. Fuck. It’s unreal how beautiful she is tonight, and knowing that I put that look in her eyes is such a rush. “For not… for not making me…”
I freeze, my lust draining away. “You thought I’d force you?” I ask, pained.
She shakes her head vehemently, but I see the doubt in her eyes. “I just… I wasn’t sure…”
I gently cup her cheek and sigh. “Faye, by the time I fuck you, you’ll be begging for it. I won’t take you a moment sooner, no matter how much I might want to.”
She draws a shaky breath and then she does the most wonderful thing. She smiles at me and leans in, a shy look in her eyes as she presses a sweet kiss to my cheek. I don’t think I’ve blushed in years, yet that’s exactly what she makes me do as she scrambles off my lap and disappears into our bedroom.
The door slides closed behind her, and I fall back onto the bed, grinning like a fool. I’m well and truly fucked.
Chapter Twenty
Faye
A moan escapes my lips as I shift in my sleep, vaguely aware of the throbbing between my legs. I tilt my hips, trying to alleviate the ache, and a soft groan startles me fully awake.
“Faye,” Dion moans, his arms tightening around me, keeping me captive. I’m sprawled all over him, my lips brushing against his chest. One of my legs is wrapped around his hip, almost as though I tried to climb him in my sleep. My heart races as mortification washes over me.
He’s hard, and my movements placed him right between my legs. He’s pushing up against me the way he did when he kissed me, and I’m just as wet as I was then. I never expected to want Dion, and it’s making me feel incredibly conflicted. How could I want someone that I’ve always resented?
“Don’t move, baby,” Dion murmurs, slowly burying one hand in my hair while the other moves down my back. He groans again when he cups my ass, gently rolling his hips into me. “You feel so good.”
More heat rushes through me at his words, and the throbbing intensifies. He sounds so pleased, so satiated. Dion slowly kneads my ass, and I shift against him, my lips moving up his neck, until they’re settled right below his ear. I didn’t mean to move, to rub up against him that way… I did it entirely without thinking.
“Faye,” Dion warns, and I still in his embrace, letting his sleepy voice wash over me. He sighs happily when I relax against him, his breathing slowly evening out again.
When he came to bed last night, he left so much space between us, but somehow, we both ended up in the middle, our bodies entwined. Is this what our mornings will be like once we’re married? I thought I’d hate it, that it’d be even more awkward than it actually is.
Last night, Dion told me I’m nothing like what he expected, but the reverse is true too. I thought that all powerful men are like my father — controlling, aggressive, selfish. Dion is making me wonder if I’m mistaken. When I told him he scares me, I failed to tell him that it isn’t just for the reasons I mentioned. It’s also because he gives me hope, and that’s the one thing I never expected to have.
He shifts a little in his sleep, and I slip out of his embrace carefully, my movements quiet as I get out of bed. The sheets are bunched around his hips, his entire upper body on display for me. I didn’t dare look at him too much last night, but he truly is incredibly muscular. I’ve always known Dion is handsome, but my resentment never allowed me to appreciate it. I tear my gaze away and tiptoe to the bathroom, trying my best to ignore my pounding heart.