Page 11 of Let Me Win You

“Invi…” I gasped as he kissed me like a starving man who finally got a meal.

Sliding the zipper of my jacket down, he slipped both hands in, then moved them to my shoulders to drop the jacket off. Next, he tugged at the neckline of my blouse to expose more skin for his kisses.

I felt like I’d been swept into a hurricane that was too powerful and too intense for me to handle.

“Invi.” I pushed with my hands against his shoulders. “Wait…”

He pulled back, giving me a questioning look.

“It’s just that…” I touched my lips with my fingers. My skin flushed with heat. My heart thundered. “It’s too fast.”

“It is?” he asked, looking concerned. “Is that not what you want?”

“I do. I want it.” I fisted my other hand in his shirt, keeping him close to me. “But could we slow down just a little bit? Please?”

I felt foolish. I was the one who invited him here. And I didn’t regret inviting him, far from it. But everything about him seemed so…overwhelming, including his passion.

I watched his reaction carefully. Did I offend him? Would he get angry, like my ex used to get on occasion?

“Slow down?” Invi stepped back, and I unclenched my fingers, releasing him from my grip. “Of course.” He smiled, backing toward the bed. “We have time. We have eternity.” He sat on the bed, keeping his eyes on me. “Nowyoucome tome, my sweet girl. At the pace that suits you.”

I took a step forward, and he leaned back, propping his hands on the mattress. The way he slid his gaze down my body made me feel naked even as I was fully dressed. I sauntered to him, swaying my hips like a showgirl clad in feathers and rhinestones, and not a small-town pastry chef dressed in a sensible blouse and slacks.

“There you are,” he murmured, spreading his knees wider for me to come closer.

I paused. And he didn’t move either. Waiting.

Swallowing hard, I touched the buttons on my blouse, then jerked my hand away.

“You’re first,” I said, tipping my chin at his chest. “Take off your shirt.”

A corner of his mouth lifted in a lopsided grin. He arched an eyebrow, as if finding my request highly entertaining.

“Alright.” He unbuttoned his shirt while I followed his hands with my eyes, button by button. “Off it goes.” He tossed his shirt aside, revealing a vast expanse of smooth, hairless skin over his muscular torso.

“You are…so fucking perfect,” I blurted out.

“Your turn.” He ignored my compliment.

“Um…” I fidgeted with a button on my blouse. “Now that you turned out to be so very perfect, in and out of your clothes…” I glanced back at the light switch by the door. “Can we turn off the lights maybe?”

“Perfection is boring, Nic. It’s always the same. The variety of human imperfections makes people unique and interesting.” He lifted his hand to my buttons. “May I?” I hesitated, and he smiled. “I promise to do itveryslowly.”

I didn’t reply but took a step forward, between his knees, and moved my hand away.

“Good girl,” he rumbled approvingly, sending a flock of hot tingles through my body, all the way to my lower belly.

Drawing me closer, he kissed my collarbone, just above my neckline. With each new button open, he moved his kisses lower, from the top of my chest to the valley between my breasts.

“This needs to go too,” he murmured against my skin, sliding his hands back to the closure of my bra.

“Okay,” I exhaled as he flicked the hooks open and released my breasts.

“Gorgeous.” He cupped one, while kissing the other.

I couldn’t recall anyone calling me gorgeous before, not even hot or beautiful. To compliment me, people would normally use cute or pretty. But I loved beinggorgeousfor him tonight.

My thoughts trailed away as Invi dragged his tongue over my nipple, and I shivered from pleasure scattering over my skin. His large, warm palms ran up and down my back, before taking off my pants and underwear, then settling on my backside. Hepressed my hips to the bulge between his legs and moaned at the contact, raking his teeth over the tip of my breast.

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