Page 4 of Ruthless Secrets
“Hence the tequila?”
“Actually, the tequila was to celebrate the fact that I didn’t kill him.”
He throws his head back and laughs.
I eye the thick column of his neck, and I’m overcome by the sudden urge to lick it.
What the hell is wrong with me?
“So…what were you doing at the Plaza tonight?” Enough about me. I’ve been done with this day for hours now.
“Looking for a bride.”
My cheeks flood with color as his eyes roam over my dress, lingering a little longer on the swells of my breasts.
I chose to do a strapless dress that is tight around the waist to try and highlight what I was told were my best features, and it seems to be doing the trick.
“I made the dress myself.” I take a sip of my coffee.
“You’re incredibly talented.”
His throat bobs as his attention returns to my face.
“I have many talents,” I tease as my tongue darts out to wet my lower lip.
“Oh, I’m sure you do.” His eyes darken in a way that has my blood heating.
“Do you have any special talents?” I try to ignore the dull ache that is beginning to build between my thighs.
My month of celibacy is turning me into some kind of feral animal around this man.
“Many.”
My mind fills with images of all the ways he would pleasure me.
I have no doubt that this man is extremely talented with his tongue, and his cock for that matter.
Fuck, I need to get laid.
“You need more coffee.” He snaps me out of my lust-induced daydream.
He takes my cup and gets to his feet, and I take the opportunity to admire his perfectly sculpted ass in those black slacks.
I don’t even realize I’ve stood up until I’m crossing the room and running my hands over his broad shoulders.
I want to rip the shirt right off his back and lick every inch of his skin.
“You’ve been drinking.” He looks at me over his shoulder.
“I know.”
“Which means you’re not in your right mind, and I’m not the kind of guy to take advantage,” He turns around to face me.
Even at five foot five, I barely come to his chest, so I have to stand on my tiptoes and hold onto his shoulder to keep myself steady to get my mouth anywhere close to his.
“But you’re not taking advantage,” I murmur before pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth.
His body tenses beneath my fingers, but he doesn’t tell me to stop.
