Our emotions running wild.
His eyes were dark and daunting with an intense, crazed stare as he looked me up and down. It was the first time I had ever felt him in that way. The first time I had ever seen him lose his cool. The man in front of me wasn’t the Austin that I knew, the one that I’d spent over a year with.
The one I had fallen head over heels in love with but hadn’t voiced my feelings yet.
The man in front of me thrilled me and excited me in ways I never thought possible.
I had nowhere to go.
I could barely move.
But my body felt on fire.
“What are—”
He cocked his head to the side and raised an eyebrow, causing me to stop what I was going to ask. He moved his face a little closer, barely a centimeter setting us apart now. I was engulfed in nothing but the dominance that he displayed over me in that minute, and I swear he could smell my arousal from it.
I was at his mercy.
Exactly where he wanted me.
“So, tell me, Daisy? What the fuck was that back there?”
I lowered my eyebrows, overwhelmed and confused by his question. He had never spoken to me that way. It was then that I realized I had also never pissed him off. He suddenly seemed taller, looming over me, ready to snap.
“What are you talking about?” I shook my head in confusion.
Was he angry at me for taking his sketches or about the unexpected visitor?
There was a hint of sadness that passed through his eyes that made me question what he was really asking me.
“He was my bodyguard,” I stated out of pure impulse.
“A bodyguard doesn’t look at your tits like that. He also doesn’t look at you like he knows you. In. And. out.”
My breathing hitched, my eyes widened.
“How old is he, Daisy? Because five years ago, you were fucking fifteen.”
“It’s not what you think," I pleaded.
“Is that right?” He breathed out against my lips. “Tell me what I think then?”
There wasn’t an inch of me that didn’t ache for him, that didn’t want him. I craved his touch now more than ever before. I licked my lips needing the moisture to soothe the burn of his mere words and breath against my mouth. His eyes followed the simple gesture of my tongue.
“I think you’re reading too much into it. Men look at me all the time. It’s never bothered you before. Hell, you’re my bodyguard and you look at my tits and know me in and out, too,” I argued.
He pulled back a little, narrowing his eyes at me.
“First, watch your fucking tone. That's different and you know it. Second, it doesn't bother me now. What’s pissing me the fuck off, baby… is that you stumble around not knowing how to fucking introduce me.”
“That’s not fair. You can’t—”
“I can’t? Tell me, Briggs, what can’t I fucking do?”
“I was just as caught off guard back there as you were.”
“Was that before or after he called you Daisy? Seeing as it’s taken me over a goddamn year to learn that bit of information.”
He roughly smacked my ass, causing me to yelp, and not giving me a chance to answer. He picked me up off my feet as if I weighed nothing and wrapped my legs around his waist. Carrying me into the bedroom where he laid me down on the bed, hovering his huge frame over mine.
My dress was off of me before I even saw it coming, my bra and panties within seconds right after.
The heels stayed on.
He had seen me naked several times, but it was the first time I felt so fucking exposed to him.
In a way I never had before.
Maybe it was the predatory look on his face.
Maybe it was the fact that I had just seen another side to him.
Or maybe it was just because I knew I was going to touch him, feel him, and see him in ways I hadn’t yet.
“You’re so goddamn beautiful,” he praised with a sincere tone, standing above me at the edge of the bed.
Taking in every last inch of my body as if it was the first time he was really looking at me.
“Spread your legs for me, baby.”
I did, running my hands down my thighs and slowly parting them. Opening them in a V with my knees bent outward. He made a noise that came from the back of his throat, adding fuel to the flames burning inside me. Pulling me to the edge of the mattress by my legs, he got on his knees.
My * throbbed.
He kissed and licked his way down my thigh. Grinning when my * was directly in front of his face.
He inhaled my scent, softly kissing around my folds.
“Everything about you is fucking addicting. From your smile, to your smell, to your sinful fucking body. Especially…” He licked at my opening, pushing his tongue into my *. “Your goddamn taste,” he growled, pushing it in again.
My head fell back as he fucked me with his tongue.
No one had ever made me feel worshipped like Austin could. The closeness of his mouth to my most private area was a feeling that had me grabbing the sheets in a frenzy, and he had barely even started touching me.