Chapter Twenty-Nine
Cierra
Itossed yetanother dress on top of the growing heap on the bed and went over to the closet, snatching a pink floral sleeveless dress off the hanger. “We’re going to be so damn late,” I muttered under my breath as I shrugged the dress on.
“Are you ready yet? It’s getting late,” Trace said from the living room.
“Don’t remind me. I’m moving as fast as I can.” My stomach had been churning most of the morning. Trace’s grandmother had invited us to her garden party and I was a nervous wreck. Not only was his grandmother going to be there but Mr. Linder, Trace’s aunt, and his mother would also be there. I wished I could slink away or feign the flu… anything to keep me from being scrutinized by his family.
A low whistle stopped my thoughts and I whirled around, smiling when I saw the hungry look in Trace’s eyes as they skimmed over my body.
“You look gorgeous. If it wasn’t getting so late, I’d have that pretty dress of yours off in a flash.” He took several steps toward me.
“I wasn’t sure if this was too casual.” I looked down at my high-heeled sandals. “At least my shoes are killer,” I said as I reached for the hairbrush.
Drawing me into his arms, he kissed my neck softly then ran his hands down my back until they cupped and squeezed my butt. “I’d love to see you naked except for your fuck-me heels.”
He jerked me closer to him and his hard bulge rubbed against me. I inhaled his aftershave, his shampoo, and that extra scent that was just… him. I tilted my head back and gasped at the intensity of his stare as waves of desire flowed through me. So taken with the effect he had on me, I forgot to breathe.
An intense heat sizzled between us as he bent down and softly brushed his lips across mine sending shivers through my nerves that made my body tremble and sink deeper into his embrace. Then his lips pressed against mine and my arms curled around his neck while he kissed me. And it was a messy, wonderful, frenzy of a kiss. His tongue slipped through the kiss and into my mouth, coaxing my tongue to invade his own, and I realized that I’d never have enough of his kisses or his taste. The digital clock on the nightstand read one thirty and I knew we should’ve already been heading out, but I didn’t care about that. All I wanted was Trace. Even though we were locked in a heated kiss, our bodies practically fused together, I wanted him closer still until we melted into one another.
When I rubbed my knee against his hard dick, he groaned softly, low in the throat, and tangled his fingers in my hair, pulling it hard until my scalp tingled. Each jerk, each shiver, each moan drove me wild and made my knee push harder against his crotch. Then, without warning, he pulled away from me, dragged me over to the closed closet door, and spun me around so I was facing it.
“Hands flat on the door,” he rasped as he lifted up my dress. The cool air from the air conditioner fanned over my exposed butt cheeks as I placed my hands against the door and bent over.
I heard him suck in his breath. “You’re wearing a thong. Fuck, babe, you’re killing me.” Placing his knee between my legs he pushed them apart. “Bend lower. I want your ass up high. Spread your legs more.”
The way he commanded me made my insides quiver. I heard him unzip his dress pants then felt his hands on each of my cheeks. “So tempting,” he said under his breath.Smack!I yelped from the sting of his hand slapping my ass. I looked over my shoulder and caught his heated gaze. “You like that?” he asked hoarsely.
Before I could answer, a slap on my other cheek made me jump. His warm breath caressed my butt and his cool tongue soothed the stinging. Taking his finger, he ran it through my dripping folds and a low chuckle rumbled from his chest.
“You liked that, didn’t you?”
Too aroused to answer, I nodded and spread wider. He leaned over, and the weight of his body on my back was amazing and I felt him—all of him. I shuddered when he placed feathery kisses on the nape of my neck, and cried out when he shoved into me at full force. The gentleness of his kisses contrasted with the way he pummeled in and out of me, and I loved it. The only sounds in the room were the whirring of the AC and our grunting and moaning as we both climbed higher and faster until everything burst.
“Fuck, Cierra,” he yelled as I went over the glittery rainbow and combusted into a million shimmering pieces. His heavy breathing was in sync with mine, and my legs were jelly. Sensing it, his arms encircled my waist and held me up as I leaned back into him, my dress falling down over my thighs.
“That was incredible,” I murmured as the afterglow of a fantastic orgasm warmed me.
“You’re incredible,” he said in a low voice.
The ringtone of his phone startled us and, with his arm still locked around me, he went over to the dresser and picked it up. “It’s my grandmother,” he whispered before answering.
I smiled when he told her something had come up that had made us run a bit late. I kissed his neck as he continued to make his apologies and excuses to his grandmother, and he ended the call with the promise that we’d be there shortly. When he hung up, he laughed at my shaking head and kissed me quickly.
“Don’t give me that look,” he said.
“I need to. I’m supposed to be making a good impression on your family, and now I’m going to show up late. You’re good at corrupting me.”
“I don’t think I have to work very hard at doing it.” He laughed as I feigned a pissed off look.
As I watched him undo his belt and tuck in his shirt, I still couldn’t believe how sexy and handsome he was. In his light charcoal suit, crisp blue shirt, and purple and royal blue paisley tie, he looked every bit the part of a suave CEO of a big company. But I knew that there was an ungentlemanly side to my boss that kept my body on high alert most of the time.
“You look great,” I said as I fixed his tie. He winked at me and grabbed the car keys off the dresser.
“Ready?” he asked.
“In a minute.” I brushed my hair, reapplied my lipstick, and picked up my clutch purse. The butterflies had started in my stomach again and I willed them to calm down.