Page 8 of She Came Upon A Midnight Clear
“Come sit with me,” she says.
Tellsme.
There’s definitely something of command in her tone. And I like it.
She takes me over to the big brown leather sofa, and I sit down beside her. She turns to me and brushes my hair from my face.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” she says, her tone low. Sexy.
My cheeks heat and I don’t know what to say.
She leans closer, her hand slipping around the back of my neck. “Did I embarrass you? I don’t mean to. Or… no, that’s not true. Maybe I did, a little, because I love to see you blush. It’s charming as hell. But youarebeautiful. I’ve always thought so. And you look better than ever. More… delectable.”
Fuck. This woman is going to make me come just sitting here, telling me these things in that deep voice of hers, with just an edge of gravel in it.
I’m shaking again when she draws me closer and kisses me. And this time there’s no hesitance at all. It’s as if she’s diving into my mouth, claiming it somehow—my lips, andme. My body is burning with need—for her to touch me, to kiss me harder, to take my clothes off and fuck me.
But she pulls back, and keeping her gaze on mine, she draws a fingertip down my throat, then pauses to play with the silver pendant that hangs into the v-neck of my sweater. Then she leans in and takes the pendant into her mouth, and I swear it almost feels as if it’s my nipple she’s sucking on, and I’m shaking again.
She lets it go, then moves her mouth along the neckline of my sweater before asking me, “Can I take this off?”
I nod, but she glances up at me. “I need to hear you say it, Evie.”
My throat goes dry, but I manage to tell her, “Yes. Please, Dru.”
They’re asking for consent. Consent even as they command my body.
I think all of my wettest dreams are about to come true.
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Dru
Ican hardly believe she’s here. That I get to touch her, finally.
I draw her ivory sweater up over her raised arms, and her skin is nearly the same ivory—so pale and baby-soft. And under the sweater is a lace bra in a smoky taupe lace, the shadow of her nipples peeking through the delicate fabric that I have a sudden need to rip from her body.
Slow down. Breathe.
I take in the sight of her, lick my lips, try to function.
“Jesus, Evie,” I say quietly. In awe.
She shivers the slightest bit; I wouldn’t even have noticed if I hadn’t been looking at her so closely. I don’t think she’s cold, but I run my hands over her arms, then her shoulders, just in case. Or maybe because I need so damn badly to touch her.
I slip my fingers under her bra strap and look into her gray eyes. She blinks at me slowly, then again as she breathes out a soft puff of breath, and I can’t help but smile a little. She lets out a small, nervous giggle.
“I’m not scaring you, am I?” I ask, needing to know.
She shakes her head. “No. I’m not scared. Just… Somehow I want to go faster, but I want to slow this all down so it’s not over too quickly.”
“Oh, darlin’, it won’t be over quickly. I can promise you that.”
She smiles, that gorgeous fucking smile that would bring me to my knees if dominance weren’t such a natural part of me. A part I’m praying she’ll accept, and if I’m very lucky,want.
I wrap my hand around the back of her neck and bring her face to mine so I can kiss her again. She parts her lips, and everything in her body gives itself over to me.
Oh, yeah. This woman is definitely submissive, whether she realizes it or not.
