Page 44 of Hollywood King
All smiles and humor fled under the need in his gaze. “Are you ready for this, Cathy? Tell me you want me.”
I swallowed the dread crowding my throat and nodded feverishly before answering him. “I want you, Heath. I’ve always wanted you.”
The hunger on his face softened as he lay down on the bed beside me and propped his cheek onto his hand. “We have waited a long time, haven’t we? To be honest, I never thought I’d see you ready and willing in my bed again.” He swallowed heavily, and the pain he kept carefully hidden shifted across his face and disappeared again.
I cupped his cheek and tried to coax a smile out of him with one of my own. “You know, I planned to come here to seduce you.”
That earned a bubble of a laugh from him, but I took it and held on tight. “It’s true. I spent an hour trying to decide what dress to wear and googling ‘how to seduce a man.’”
“I bet those results were interesting. But why did you think you had to dress to impress me.” He ran his hand down the front of my dress until his palm skimmed the bare skin of my thighs. “If the dress was the problem, why don’t we take it off?”
He trapped the edge of it with his fingers and slowly raised it to expose my panties and my belly. With it trapped under my body, I had to arch up for him to pull it from under my ass and then over my head and off my arms. He tossed it away with no care. “This,” he whispered, sliding his fingers over my cleavage, down to my stomach to rest at the top of my panties, “is perfect.”
I trembled under his touch and his eyes. Every scan of his eyes weighed heavy on my body. Like he could see through me, inside me, and knew exactly what sort of depraved thoughts filled my head right now.
He let out a shaking exhale. “In the future, you don’t need to seduce me. I’m already yours.”
