Come Together (10 page)

I scooted to his side of the car.

“Closer,” he said in a lowered voice. I inched toward him until our legs were touching. In a quick motion, he gripped my hips and lifted me onto his lap. He sighed into my hair. “Did I tell you how amazing you look in this dress?”

I smiled to myself. “Yes.”

“Did I tell you that all night, I couldn’t stop thinking about the look on your face when you came all over my fingers this afternoon?”

I moaned softly and writhed in his lap. One hand dug into my hip as the other slipped inside my dress to grasp my breast. My mouth parted with a sharp inhale when he pinched my nipple between his fingers.

“I can’t believe I get you all to myself tonight,” he said, his thumb and index finger tightening beneath the fabric. His voice sank into a low, gritty rumble. “Nowhere for you to run.”

“I won’t run,” I uttered, arousal whirring through me and clouding my mind. I bent my head to his ear. “I’m all yours, all night.”

His answering groan echoed through the car. Embarrassed that the driver heard, I giggled softly and buried my nose into his shoulder.

“Sorry,” he whispered. “Can’t help it.” He released my nipple but his big hand slid up and ran leisurely over my collarbone.

“What are your plans tomorrow?” I asked.

“My plans are your plans, baby. Reminds me, though. How often do you walk the dogs from the animal shelter?”

“Oh. Twice a month or so. I know it’s not very much, but it’s what I can manage right now.”

“You’re incredible, you know that? I love you a little more every minute. But this minute is a big one.”

I was already flushed, but his warm words left me blushing harder.

“Did Bill ever go with you?” he asked.

“No. You know how it is because you work as much as he does. If he wasn’t swamped with paperwork on the weekends, he just wanted to relax.”

“Never?”

“No.”

“Not once?”

I giggled again and shook my head.

“Tomorrow is supposed to be warm,” he said, brushing hair from my face. “My family is barbequing again. We could get a couple dogs and go see them. If you’re not ready for that, we can just walk the dogs.”

“Really?” I asked with surprise. “Are you sure?”

“Sure? I can’t think of anything better to do on a Sunday. Well, that’s not true, but we’ll have the whole day to fill.”

In the dark, I searched his eyes with mine. “This minute is a big one,” I echoed his words. I pecked him quickly on the lips, but he held me to him, melding our mouths into a heated kiss. His hands roamed over my dress, lingering on the curves of my breasts. His finger traced the line of the fabric against my chest but didn’t go further than that. I moved closer to him, and he broke away, inhaling sharply.

“What?” I asked softly.

“Nothing. Come on, we’re here.”

As we traversed the hotel lobby, he asked, “So do all these people bother you?”

I laughed. It was the first question I’d asked him when I found out he lived in a hotel. I snaked my arm around his waist. “That’s yet to be determined.”

He grinned and punched the elevator call button.

“What a beautiful couple,” an elderly woman said as she boarded behind us.

“Thank you. My architect boyfriend designed a gorgeous hotel on the river, and tonight was the grand opening.”

“That’s quite an accomplishment,” she said. “Congratulations.”

“Thanks.” His eyes crinkled with a smile.

“Oh, my, you shouldn’t smile like that at a woman my age,” she said, fanning herself exaggeratedly. We laughed and said goodnight as she exited the elevator.

“I might have to keep you on a tighter leash,” I teased.

His smiled faded. “I think I should like that,” he said, his eyes narrowing. As the elevator ascended, his body seemed to grow bigger, his bearing predatory, as if I was his cornered prey, and he was about to strike. “Go on,” he said after a charged moment, nodding his head at the doors. I hadn’t even noticed our arrival at the penthouse. “We’re late for a very important date.”

“And what date is that?” I asked as we stepped off.

“You, me and nothing else. Leave everything at the door.” He unlocked the door and held it open so I could pass through before him. As I did though, he snatched my elbow. “I said everything.”

Over my shoulder, my gaze met his brown eyes, dark and lusty. He let the door slam to merge his body against my backside, gripping my shoulders roughly in his hands. “I’ve been crazy for you all day,” he rasped in my ear. “And although I love this dress, I want it off. Now.” He dragged the zipper down and dropped to his knees. I gasped when his lips touched the base of my spine. His hands skated up my exposed back and slid over my shoulders, releasing the dress so it slumped at my feet. They came around to my front, where he spread his fingers across my stomach. A moan vibrated against the small of my back, sending a shiver up to my shoulders.

He stood and wrapped an arm around my chest, his hardness pressing against my spine. His other hand dropped to pull me open by my inner thigh and touch me through my underwear. Panting, I swayed when he released me suddenly. “Shit,” he muttered. “I can’t control myself around you.”

Through oversized windows, the city lent the only light to the room as he circled in front of me. I put my hand in his and stepped out of the dress, following as he led me down the stairs into the sunken living room.

“Leave those on,” he instructed, motioning to my new black stilettos. He removed his blazer and lit the fireplace as my body, alive with desire, wavered unsteadily in the four-inch heels. “Don’t move,” he said. “I want to memorize everything about this moment.” He emptied his pockets onto a side table and removed his Rolex. He undid his bowtie unhurriedly while his hooded eyes remained fixed on me. His limbs, strong and brawny, moved fluidly as he shed clothing. I wanted to learn the contours of his body with my eyes, my fingers, my tongue. And when he looked at me that way, like it was the first time, I could barely help from melting at his feet.

He sauntered over and grasped me to him by my lower back. His hand spread there as his lips captured mine in a rough kiss. I drew him into me with my arms around his neck, wanting him closer, deeper, our bodies merging the way our mouths were. His hands explored my skin; impatient and tender all at once, as though he had studied every inch of me but was only just now feeling me.

He guided me backward until I hit the couch and sat. I didn’t remove my eyes from him as he stepped out of his underwear. I licked my lips; he was big. Thick. Hard. So hard that I believed him when he said he’d been that way since the dressing room. As I had before, I squirmed at the sight of him, suddenly unable to think of anything but how he would feel inside of me.

With his big body, he crawled over me as I eased onto my back. “My patience is gone,” he said, his eyes fixed on mine. “I can’t decide whether to devour you quickly or slowly.”

“We have all night,” I whispered.

“All night,” he repeated with a nod. “I’m going to kiss you everywhere. Here,” he ran his thumb across my bottom lip, “and here,” he added, touching a fingertip over my heart. His hand moved between my legs as his voice deepened. “Here.”

My pulse quickened, anticipating his mouth on me. He gave me his weight as his hands steadied my face. His kiss started as a breath, a promise of what was to come, but it quickly became harder as we crossed from want to need.

He pulled away to rain kisses down my neck, over my chest, breasts and stomach. He kneeled to kiss me through my panties, and I sighed. His hands ran up my thighs and spread me open. I fisted the leather couch while he kissed me through the fabric.

“David,” I groaned.

“I love it when you say my name,” he responded through gritted teeth.

“David,” I repeated breathily. He yanked my panties aside and licked the length of me. “Oh, David,” I said again. Holding me wide open, he inserted his tongue and ate me like a man starving. He’d gone down on me before, but not like this; he was rough, and I bucked into the couch, throwing my head back and moaning as he fucked me with his tongue. He thrust his fingers inside, withdrawing every few seconds to rub my wetness over me. When I was burning, so close to relief, he spoke against me.

“Ready for me?” he rumbled, even though I clearly was.

“Yes,” I cried.

“Tell me.”

“I’m so wet for you, David,” I said, squirming as his fingers worked inside of me. “Stop, please, I’m going to come.”

“Why should I stop?” he taunted.

“I want you to fuck me.”

He chuckled. “You loved getting fucked, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I breathed. “Only by you.”

He withdrew in an instant and dragged my panties off. “I’ll fuck you and you’ll come on my cock like you want, baby. Grab your heels.”

I grasped the heels of my shoes in both hands and spread my legs. His massive body moved over mine. He propped himself up with one arm and took his shaft in his other hand to rub his crown through my wetness.

“I’ve missed you,” I cried, the words falling passionately from my mouth. “Please.”

He drove into me, forcing the breath from my lungs. “I missed you, too,” he said, looking down between us. His jaw clenched as he withdrew slowly. His hands on both sides of my body gripped the couch as I whimpered, pulling on my shoes.

“Christ, Olivia.” He rolled his hips again, leisurely this time, until he was rooted deeply inside me. “Tell me how it feels.”

“Heaven,” I breathed, jutting my hips upward. “More.”

He grunted, and my body shook with the next plunge.

“Harder,” I demanded. “Give it to me, David.”

He reared back and drove into me again and again, giving it to me hard because I wanted it that way.

“God, you can fuck me,” I cried. “Just you, baby, you know how to fuck me and – ” I gasped as his one hand moved to my clit and began to move in small circles.

He leaned closer without slowing his rhythm so our faces were almost touching. “And?”

“You’re the only one who’s ever come inside me.”

“What?” he growled, stilling deep inside me. “The only one?”

“Yes,” I cried. “Just you. Please,” I begged. “Don’t stop.”

“Hold on to those fucking heels.” He gave me a hard thrust and pinned me to the couch, harnessing our sexual tension and driving it into my body until I was vibrating with it.

My insides tightened and coiled into a pulsating knot of pressure. I clenched my teeth and yelped when a heel broke off in my hand.

He exhaled heavily and, without disconnecting, picked me up in one quick motion. I kicked off my shoes as he tossed a few pillows on the floor by the fire. He sat carefully with me and lay back.

I settled my knees on either side of him and lifted up to sink down slowly. “Oh, my, God,” I said, closing my eyes. I drew up and released myself onto him again, this time all the way. His long fingers grasped and freed my breasts so they were trussed up by my bra, and I began to rock over him, moaning contentedly as we aligned. My hands blindly gripped his shoulders as if I would fall into oblivion if I let go. He broke my rocking motion by thrusting up to meet me and he took over, even from underneath, bouncing me forward with each surge of his hips.

The room filled with the sinuous sounds of our satisfaction. His hands found my hips and maneuvered me against his steel cock harder, forcing me to bear down on him until I couldn’t contain my cries. He braced me as he hit me as deep as he could, my fingers digging deeper into his skin as I whimpered.

“You can take it,” he grated.

A high-pitched noise escaped me as he pushed me to the brink and then drove into me even harder.

“Sit back,” he instructed as his hands captured mine. I leaned back and gasped at the new angle. My back arched, and my head fell back as he gripped my wrists, using them as a lever to buck into me. My orgasm was completely in his control, just as he wanted, just as I wanted, and when he decided it was time, he hit the spot.

“I can feel you coming,” he said. “Break for me, baby.”

“Oh, David, yes,” I cried up to the ceiling as my blood boiled throughout me.

Stars pierced my vision as his hand grasped the base of my neck. His visceral cry sent me flying, my orgasm exploding just from the sound of his pleasure. I grabbed his hand at my neck, and my other hand clamped on his shoulder to ride him through the bliss.

I dropped my gaze to watch as he gave me one grueling last thrust and came apart under me, groaning while his fingers bit into my skin. I fell forward and clutched him as he gushed inside of me, his grip tight until he had finished.

I lay on his chest, quivering against him, the left side of my body burning from the suddenly hot fire. His hands found their way over my back and up to my hair, clasping me close. “I love you,” he whispered into my hair. His hands slipped down and released my bra finally. They were coarse and perfect as they spanned back and forth over my hypersensitive skin.

“That feels amazing,” I said with a soft moan.

He kissed the side of my head. When I slid off his wet cock, I was once again devoid of the other half of my puzzle.