Page 27 of By Invitation Only
CHAPTER SIX
My heartbeat rang in my ears.
Ba-dum…
Dum.
Ba-dum…
Dum.
Ba-dum…
Dum.
I was spread across the king size bed—open—waiting—exposed. No words could come to my mouth as I watched him move to the end of the bed and look directlyupat me. I wasn’t scared. I wasn’t nervous. I was…ready. So ready that it felt as though I’d been waiting for this moment my entire life.
Waiting for this night.
Waiting forthisman.
I nodded my answer.
He smiled. “I never thought you’d be speechless.”
I smirked. “And I never thought I’d be laid bare with you looking at me like you want to devour me.”
His grin widened. “I want to do more than devour you. I want to make you moan—make you scream—make youmine.”
“Yours…” I whispered the words as though I was testing them against my lips.
Booker slid his boxers down his legs, and I raised my head off the bed to get a good look at him. My stomach clenched, and a drop of desire slid down my pussy. Fuck, he was perfect. So perfect that I ached for him. In the back of my mind I knew this was only for tonight, and once we left the doors of Sensation what we did would never be spoken of again, but I didn’t care.
He started to crawl up my body, his gaze roaming across my hot skin. If he didn’t touch me soon, I was certain I’d lose my mind.
“Touch me,” I whispered.
“I will, gorgeous. I will.”
My back arched off the bed, trying to make our bodies touch. I needed to feel his hard chest pressed against me—feel his hand cup my breast and tease me. To feel what his strong hands could do to my body. He was definitely the one steering the direction we were headed in.
Our gazes locked, and his stormy blue eyes held so much desire that I wanted to reach up and run my hands through his short, blond hair. I longed to feel his beard against my face again—to have his lips against mine and taste me.
“So long,” he muttered.
“What?” I asked, not breaking our eye contact.
He didn’t respond. Instead, his lips crashed against mine, and I got what I wanted. It started off slow, but it wasn’t like the kisses we’d shared before. This kiss spoke volumes. This kiss told me that he was serious and this wasn’t a game. Our mouths were at war, fighting to consume—to overtake—to conquer.
Booker’s hand cupped me, and I gasped in his mouth at the sudden addition to the mix. “Yes!” I wanted to cry out. I needed the release, needed to know what he was capable of. Instead, I moaned into his mouth.
A finger slid in, and he pulled his lips from mine. “You want me, beautiful?”
“Yes,” I breathed.
I tugged at my arm restraints as he added another finger and started to push in and out. My body was on fire, needing to come. I expected him to kiss me again. Instead, he lowered his head. His mouth clamped around my nipple, and my back arched again. His tongue slid from my nipple down my torso to my belly.
I was close, so close. I’d been worked up for most of the night, and now that my body was finally getting the attention that it wanted, it wanted to explode, to come apart over and over. Booker added a thumb to my clit, and I bucked, my back returning to the bed so my hips could start to move with his hand. I was so close, and ready to tip over the edge into a world I never wanted to leave. My eyes rolled back into my head, I pulled on the restraints again…
