Page 71 of Kiss Me Forever

She moaned, and I was sure she'd gotten aroused from my words. She did as I said. I wanted this image imprinted in my brain: her walking like this just for me in my penthouse.

I took her to the couch. I had put the bucket with ice and champagne beside it earlier. I popped the cork, poured two glasses, and then sat down next to her, clinking our flutes together.

"To an amazing night?" she suggested.

"No, for the start of something amazing," I replied. "The start of us."

She nodded, pressing her lips together as we clinked glasses again, then each took a sip. "Oh, this is fabulous. I love it. It's so delicious. I wonder why I've never had it before."

"I'll have a selection of Maxwell's finest delivered to you."

"What?” She shook her head. “No, that's not necessary."

I took her hand, kissing it again before looking up at her. "Let me spoil you a bit, woman."

"Okay, I won't say no to that. But you know, I'm super naked and you’re still dressed. I feel like you should even the playing field." The gleam in her eyes was insanely hot.

"No, you should lie down right here."

"Why?"

"Lie down."

She put the glass on the coffee table and lay down on the couch. I looked at her, trying to decide where to start. Then I poured a bit of champagne from my glass onto her stomach. She gasped at the chill of the liquid.

I immediately leaned over, sucking the champagne into my mouth. I opened the clasp of her bra and pushed it away so I had a direct path to her breasts. I clamped my lips around her nipple.

"Oh my God, Luke," she exclaimed, arching her back, as my mouth was still cold from the champagne. At the same time, I parted her legs, rubbing two fingers along the silky fabric. She was already wet.

"Fuck me." My erection pressed against the zipper of my pants. I pushed the silk aside, pressing my fingers against her heated flesh.

"Luke," she cried. Her voice shook.

I moved my fingers in and out of her, wanting her completely ready. I realized she was tearing at my shirt. She only opened the top buttons before I straightened up, pulling it over my head. I quickly took off everything else while she still wore her panties and garters.

I put one knee on the couch, grabbing the edges of her panties with my thumbs. She lifted her ass, and I pulled them down slowly, reaching her knees and then unhooking the garters and pushing the nylons down, as well. The sound of the fabric grazing her skin was turning me on to no end.

Taking her hand, I helped her get up, then led her into the center of the room.

I walked around her, drinking in the sight of her body. She was completely naked and gorgeous. And I was going to have her here on my bar. We weren't going to make it anywhere else. Though eventually I wanted to make her mine in every damn room of this penthouse.

“Stay right here,” I told her.

She bit her lip. "Where would I go?"

“Don't move.”

She nodded. I went to the pants I discarded and took the condom out of the back pocket.

She laughed nervously. "You’re prepared."

“With you, I always am.”

Her eyes went soft, and I realized why. I walked closer, putting my hands on either side of her and the bar counter.

“Only with you. What you and I have is important to me. I've never had it before. And I never want it with anyone else. Only with you.”

"Luke," she murmured.

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