Page 47 of A Trial of the Heart
“I aim to please.”
Nothing she’d said had been sexual, yet her simple words seemed to awaken something in me. “You’ve always been good at that.”
Shiloh’s smile dropped a bit, but a look of lust and uncertainty took over her features. Her arched brow raised.
“How so?”
Chuckling, I downed the rest of the drink she prepared before leaning back in my chair. My gaze never shifted from hers.
“You’ve never disappointed, that’s all.” I gave a friendly wink.
From across the table I could see Shiloh trying her best not to smile. The redness of her high cheekbones, squinted eyes, and labored breathing gave it away.
“Good to know since I always give my best.” She paused. “I was hoping I could give my best one more time.” Shiloh spoke softly. It was almost as if she was shy. Her thick lashes hover her beautiful eyes in slow motion.
The mood had quickly changed, but even in the change I could read it. Though Shiloh didn’t speak it, I knew what it was. With a nod of understanding, I stood and coolly walked to Shiloh. Her eyes were glued to mine, raising when I reached her. Lifting my hand, I allowed my finger to trail the frame of her face delicately. She leaned into it. Watching the lust in her eyes, I dropped my hand to her neck, squeezing as I leaned into her. Our lips touched before I parted her lips with the tip of my tongue. I kissed Shiloh in the most sensual way possible, our tongues moving rhythmically.
“Stand up,” I commanded, pulling back from the kiss. Our lips grazed with each word.
Shiloh glared at me in confusion before she did as I said. With my eyes low on hers, my hands found their way under her dress and caressed her bare thighs. Trailing my hand further up her dress, I felt the fabric of her lace panties. Her center soakedthe middle. With a smirk, I toyed with her swollen bud through her panties.
“Damn,” Shiloh moaned breathlessly, tossing her head back.
In one swift motion, I pushed her panties to the side, parted her folds, and slipped two fingers inside her wet pussy. With pleasure, Shiloh rocked her middle against my fingers while her soft moans slipped from her agape mouth. She was on the brink of cumming, and I wasn’t ready for her yet, so I removed my fingers.
“Not yet,” I stated, bringing my fingers to my mouth and sucking her essence from them. “Take them off.” I stepped back a bit.
“Okay.” Her voice was barely audible as she grasped the straps to her dress.
“Nah, leave the dress… just the panties.” I eyed her hungrily.
Without protest, Shiloh hiked her dress just enough to remove her panties. She stepped out of them once they pooled at her ankles. With my eyes still on her, I squatted, lifting her panties from the ground before bringing them to my nose and inhaling deeply. Her sweet scent was intoxicating. Standing, I shoved them in the front pocket of my jeans.
“You’re so beautiful,” I complimented, stepping back to her.
“Thank you,” she said, even though she didn’t need to.
Just staring down at her, I basked in the moment. I could see my future with her, even though our worlds collided and didn’t match. She was everything I could ask for. With a slight smirk, I hoisted her from her feet, and Shiloh instinctively encased my waist with her legs. Kissing her, I walked to an empty part on the table, laying her body there after pulling back from the kiss.
“What?” she asked nervously after a moment of me only staring at her.
I licked my lips but didn’t speak. There was no need for words. I had something to do. Kneeling, I pushed Shiloh’s legsapart and lowered my head between her legs before kissing the insides of her thighs one by one. I got a whiff of her scent and damn near growled hungrily. I had already eaten, so now, it was only right that I devoured her for dessert. She was deserving of it, and I wanted her badly. Whatever wedge was or wasn’t between us didn’t matter. Right now, it was all about us. Tomorrow, we would deal with everything else.
Chapter
Twenty-Three
Shiloh:
I came into work with a smile on my face and extra pep in my step. I felt like a new woman. Rashad and I had spent the better part of the night talking in a way we had never. Nothing about the conversations were deep, yet we flowed from one topic to another with ease. It was as if I were getting to know him all over again in the right light. Something shifted in the air, and before I knew it, we had gone from casually talking to him eating me like his last meal on my dinner table. I had told LeeAnn I wouldn’t sleep with him, and while we hadn’t actually fucked, I wasn’t mad at the choices I made last night. Whatever would or wouldn’t come from it would be a problem to deal with then.
It was nearing the end of the day, and to my surprise, I hadn’t had a run in with Arthur or William. Them not being around had been peaceful, but it also had the wheels in my head spinning on a million. Since Rashad and I went our separate ways this morning, I hadn’t spoken to him, but it didn’t stop him from crossing my mind and the things we did many times throughout the day. I was mid email with a potential client when there was a knock at the door.
“Come in.” I never missed a beat in my typing.
William walked in.So much for not seeing him today.
“Good afternoon, Shiloh.”
