Page 85 of My Turkish Fling
I led the excitedly jumping Gru out into the hallway and closed the door. Finally, we were alone. My stomach growled, treats on the table calling my name. But this was not a regular date night. I didn’t want to waste time eating and drinking. I couldn’t wait for him. I unbuttoned my blouse, letting it drop to my feet. His gaze dipped and darkened, tracing my body. The air felt warm, but I shivered from anticipation. Emir approached me, his movements slow and controlled, yet somehow charged. Like he was holding back something explosive.
I unbuttoned his shirt, untucking it out of his slacks to reveal his chest. My fingers hovered over his thumping heartbeat, then followed the trail of dark hair leading down from his navel, curling underneath the black, leather belt. A visible erection strained thefabric of his slacks. I traced the shape of it, drawing in a sharp breath. I felt him shudder at the same time, but he kept his hands still, gently cupping my elbows.
“How do you want me to touch you, Janie? Tell me what you need.”
“I’m kind of curious to see what you’ll do.” My smile was probably a little wicked.
“You want me to surprise you?” He lifted an eyebrow, lips curling up slightly.
I’d miss that face. Those sharp eyes that softened with contact. Hardness that morphed into vulnerability. I’d never met anyone who’d met me with such openness.
I nodded. My skin pebbled. I felt a breeze under my skirt, making me throb.
He took my hand and raised it, spinning me around like on a dance floor. But he didn’t let me go full circle, pulling my back against his chest, his hands locking around my waist. That impressive erection nuzzled between my butt cheeks, and he groaned into my ear. In seconds, he had me pinned against the cool wall, his hot breath tickling my neck. His hands landed on either side of my face and that erection ground into my flesh, nearly lifting my toes off the floor.
His voice was tender. “I can surprise you, but I’ll keep asking what you want. I’ll keep listening. Because I want to learn every single thing that makes you tick. So that we can have something together that’s better than anything I could do if I took a wild guess. Do you understand what I mean?”
“But we already slept together, and it was the best I’ve ever had,” I confessed. “Do you think it was an accident?”
I was feeling cheeky. I wanted to tease him and push him until he lost control. Until he bent me over the couch and punished me.
He spun me around again, keeping my back against the wall. I loved the coolness of it, balancing the heat emanating from my core. He had a smile on his face. “Joke all you want, but I’ve thought about it. A lot. And I don’t know. Maybe it was the danger of that night, everything else that happened. I took a shot at what I thought you’d like, and I got lucky.”
My eyebrows sailed up. “Are you saying you’re not a mind-reading sex god that delivers black-out orgasms without any instruction? I’m shocked!”
He rolled his eyes. “I’m not my brother. I don’t improvise my way through life, thinking I’m God’s gift to women. I analyze. I rely on evidence. And with you, I don’t have enough evidence. So, tonight is about gathering data. Which means you have to be one hundred percent honest about what you like and don’t like.”
My breath came out a little shuddery. I curled my hands around his belt and pulled him even closer. “Okay. If you do the same.”
He pressed against me, driving the ridge of his hard-on against my throbbing, wet crotch, drawing a deep breath from the crook of my neck. “I’m a simple man. If I can get you off, I will enjoy myself, every time.”
“But… surely you have preferences? Color and style of lingerie? Big tits or itty-bitty boobs? Perfume or no perfume?”
He hooked his fingers around my white, lacy bra and released thefront clasp. My medium-sized breasts embraced freedom, nipples pinching hard. “I want to see you turned on. That’s my preference.”
“Seriously?”
He dragged his drunken gaze from my breasts to my eyes, sharpening up. “Janie. You should know by now that I say what I mean, and I mean what I say. I want to know what turns you on.”
The way he stood perfectly still, waiting for my next move, was the hottest thing I’d ever witnessed. A man who didn’t pretend to know what I enjoyed. I didn’t have to play along to protect his ego. I didn’t have to convince myself I was having a good time. He was giving me space. He was listening.
A small smile tugged my mouth as a memory surfaced. “You remember that terrible bakery?”
He lifted a brow. “That drunk guy harassing you?”
“I behaved horribly. If I’d been alone, I’d never taken a risk like that. But since you were with me—”
“You felt safe enough to flirt with a drunken idiot,” he finished, his tone dry.
“And after that, I had this fantasy of you… punishing me.” I blinked, my cheeks instantly heating up.
His eyes glinted. “When you thrust out that ass of yours, I wanted to throw you on my shoulder and carry you out of there.” He was so close now I felt his body heat from head to toe, like standing too close to the fire. I couldn’t escape his scent, only breathe it in.
“That’s exactly what I imagined,” I whispered. “I imagined you carrying me all the way to the car and throwing me down on the backseat.”
He lifted me in the air like a feather, throwing me over his shoulder. I screamed. His thumbs pressed into the hollows inside my pelvic bones, inducing a powerful tug in the bottom of my belly. “Oh, my God!”
Traipsing over to the living room, Emir tossed me onto the couch. I scrambled up, shrieking from sheer surprise and pleasure, circling the free-standing piece of furniture. With two long strides, he caught me on the other side, trapped me in his strong grip and bent me over the back of the couch, his hands riding up my skirt, vibrating with tension. Anticipation. “Like that?”
