Page 24 of With a Broken Wing
He quirked an eyebrow. “I’m trying to see what the men at the party were staring at.”
Anger rolled through me, but the way his eyes darkened said he wasn’t being completely honest.Are you fucking kidding me?I corrected the cringe that had settled on my face and glared at him. “Go fuck yourself, Demetri.”
He smirked. “Relax,sunshine. I’m just playing with you.” The leather seat dipped when he leaned in closer to me, lowering his voice to a whisper-like growl. “I already know exactly what they were staring at.”
Giving me a quick once-over, he sat back in his seat and rested his hand on his leg. My attention was drawn to the way the muscles under his skin moved, and I swallowed. “Tell me?” I immediately kicked myself for sounding as insecure as I felt.
“I don’t need to tell you. You knew when you put on that dress.”
Had I worn this dress to turn heads at the party? I wanted to tell myself I’d worn it because it was my favorite and I loved the way it made me feel. It wasn’t true, though. Part of me couldn’t ignore that I’d worn it to get the attention of just one man at the party.And it worked.
My hands shook as the car pulled up in front of our hotel, and I was opening the door before we had come to a complete stop. Climbing out of the backseat, I hurried through the double doors and into the lobby. My heart raced in my chest when Demetri stormed through the doors behind me.
By the time the elevator doors opened on our floor, he was standing close enough to me that I could feel the way his chest heaved beside me, and it sent a rush of wet heat to my core. My pulse throbbed between my legs and roared in my ears, and for a moment it felt like I might lose my balance.
In front of our rooms, I pulled my key from my clutch purse with a nervous breath. Demetri was hesitant, something in his posture making him look uncomfortable, like he was trying to convince himself to say something.
I slid the keycard into the slot on the door before pulling it out and watching the red light turn green. “Well, good night,” I said, turning back to where Demetri was standing behind me.
He stepped towards me, causing me to take a step back. Putting his hand on the door above me, he pushed it open and took another step. I stepped backwards into the room, my gaze unable to leave his dark, intense stare. The door slammed behind him, and my breath caught in my throat.
“Are you nervousnow, sunshine?”
I swallowed, watching his eyes follow the movement in my throat. “No.”
He took another step towards me, and instinctively, I took another back. “You should be.” Before my gasp could clear my lips, he’d wrapped his hand around the back of my neck and his lips were against my ear. “You make me want to do something fucking senseless.”
My heart was pounding in my chest, but my whole body ached to be touched by him. “Then do something senseless,” I whispered.
He crashed his lips into mine, and I moaned into his mouth. The taste of mint and whiskey, with a hint of smoke from the cigarette he’d smoked while we waited for the car made me dizzy, and I ran my fingers through his hair to pull him closer to me. I needed the shiver he sent down my spine when he bit my bottom lip or ran his tongue along mine.
“Demetri,” I whimpered against his lips, my voice cracking with need.
He pulled back, placing his hands on my shoulder and leading me to the bed. When the back of my legs met the soft bedspread, he pushed me down onto it, and my breathing quickened. “Take off your dress.”
I listened to him, lifting my hips and pulling the dress up and off my body before tossing it off to the side. He took his time looking at my nearly naked body, and I resisted the urge to cover myself. Laying on the bed in nothing but a white lace bra and thong, I was exposed.
“Did you like being watched by those men tonight?”
Did I?I wet my lips with my tongue. “Just one.”
“Just one, hmm?” He took a step back from me, pulling on his belt. “Tell me who.”
I swallowed, debating how difficult I wanted to be. Pushing his buttons had become a favorite pastime, but I wanted him to touch me. I needed it. “You know who.”
He slid the belt from his pants, and I followed his hands with my eyes when he moved to unbutton them. “Say it. Do you like me watching you?”
I nodded and pressed my thighs together, my mouth going dry. “Yes, sir.”Please.
The sound of his zipper echoed in the room, and I couldn’t help but look as his erection was released from its restraints. My mouth dropped at the size, and when he closed his hand around the base, I rubbed my legs together.
“Good. Now you’re going to watchme. You’re going to see what you do to me.”
As he said it, I was fixed on the movement of his hand over his cock. He stood close enough to me that I could almost touch him if I stretched my arm, but he pinned me to my spot with his stare. A warm, wet heat dampened my panties, and my clit throbbed in rhythm with the movement of his hand. He groaned, and I looked away.
“Look at me, Andy.” The way he said it was more of a grunt, and I snapped my eyes back to his hand gliding along his erection. I felt shy, nervous to bring my eyes to meet his dark, hooded ones.
My mouth watered, and I considered sliding my hand into my panties. I imagined what he looked like without the suit on. Resisting the urge to tear open the buttons of his shirt and run my tongue down his chest to the throbbing head of his cock, I licked my lips.
