Page 16 of The Rules Of Attraction
He smiled and swooped me up taking me up the floating stairs and into his bedroom, all the while kissing me.
When we got inside he set me down on plush white carpet that my feet sank into.
A king sized bed sat in the center of the room which looked more like it belonged in a five starred hotel than in an apartment.
It was made of solid mahogany with a beam going across the head board and…
I would have continued to admire but Alex turned me back to him and recaptured my lips, running his hands over my left breast. I’d completely forgot that one was hanging out.
“Take your clothes off for me, angel.”
I didn’t know what this man had done to me but I felt like he well and truly had me under his spell and I was to do everything he said. My nerves were left downstairs and now what I relished was the way he looked at me.
I undid the zip on the side of the dress loosening it, then I lifted it over my head and shrugged out of it. Next came my bra, but I left on my panties.
“Take those off too baby, this is a no clothes zone.” He was talking but his eyes were glued to my body.
“What about you?” I had to ask because here I was naked, except for my panties and he was fully clothed.
He lifted his head to meet my eyes. I realized that the beautiful light gray that I saw earlier was now darker and almost looked like liquid silver.
Was that how he looked when he was turned on?
Wow.
“You get to take my clothes off, but …only if those come off.” Mischief danced on his lips as he smiled and pointed at my panties.
The thought of me taking off this man’s clothes sounded like music to my ears, and overpowered the fact of me completely stripping for him.
I’d passed the point of shock long ago.
That predatory look returned to his eyes as he watched me slide my panties down my legs, all traces of the good girl, goody two shoes Summer dissipating with it.
I was naked now.
The look of satisfaction on his face was like a drug to me.
He shrugged out of his blazer leaving the shirt on.
“I’m all yours angel,” he spread his arms out at either side. “Take off what you want.”
I liked the sound of that, doing it was another matter, but I willed myself to move. As I started undoing the buttons on his shirt he cupped my breasts and ran his hands over my nipples.
More wetness formed in my core and by the time I managed to get his shirt off I had to stop for two reasons. The first was his touch was too much and next the way that his body looked stunned me into a stupor of thought.
There was a reason why the man looked like a god. It was because he was one.
My eyes ran over a torso that displayed serious muscle. Abs that were carved with peaks and valleys displaying each muscle group. There were contours and planes I didn’t know could exist in real life. Then there were his tattoos.
I’d never known anyone with so many that made it look stylish.
Across his chest were the words:
Dream. Believe. Achieve.
Then along the right side of his torso was a dreamcatcher, the feathers at the end running down his waist and flicking out to his happy trail.
“That all you want to take off angel?” He smiled that sinful smile and looked down at his pants which now had a very distinct bulge at his crotch.
