Page 59 of Wicked Player
Chapter Twenty
I call Nicole to let her know I’ll be staying the night. She’s more than happy to stay because she knows she has a lot of money coming her way.
As soon as I end the call, Colton grabs the phone from my hand and throws it on the console table.
He grabs my face, and draws me in closer. When his mouth lands on mine, I go wild. I get lost in the taste of his tongue, and I completely surrender to him. He’s a great kisser, and that comes as no surprise. My hands are greedy as I explore him. They slide down the buttons of his silky grey button shirt, and quickly travel down to his belt and explore further down. He’s so hard for me, and the feel of him arouses me more than I could have imagined.
“I’ve been dreaming about this all night,” he breathes against my ear.
So have I.
How can someone feel so right, yet be so wrong for you? I hate how my body responds to him, but as much as I hate it, every inch of me craves him. He slides down my body to his knees. “Now, where were we?”
He slides his hand softly down my calf, and gently removes my heel, like he’s done this a thousand times before. I’m sure he has. He repeats the dance with my other foot. I close my eyes and imagine what is to come. Tonight I won’t think. I’ll just enjoy him.
His hands travel up my calves and my legs. He jerks up my Spanx slip, and kisses the exposed skin of my thighs, just above the laced hem of my thigh-high stockings, and softly bites. God, he’s driving me wild.
“I love what you wore for me, baby. So hot…” His mouth travels and I almost faint when it lands on my pussy, even over the silky fabric of panties, it feels sensational. “Open your legs for me, baby.”
I’ve forgotten all about the granny panties. I really don’t think he cares. And I’m sure they’ll be off soon enough. I raise a leg, giving him full access, and he really goes to town on me. I want those granny panties off. Now. My purse and heels are scattered on the floor, my leg is hiked up, and the back of my head is pressed against the door. I’m so far down this road, there’s no going back.
He abruptly pulls away and stands. I want to scream. He presses those full lips of his against my ear again. “I’m afraid, I’ve gotten ahead of myself.”
“No… don’t stop,” I beg and his gaze catches mine. “I want this.”
“I know,” he says, as cocky as ever. “You’re dying for it.”
I don’t bother disagreeing or pretending. I’m above it all. I’m not playing games anymore. “Take me to your room.”
“Great minds think alike.” He slides his hand along the collar of my jacket and gently peels it off. He walks to the coat room and hangs it, and when he returns, he offers me his hand. I gladly take it, and follow him eagerly.
“I’m picking the red room tonight,” I tell him. “I want to play with the devil.”
He turns to me. “No red room tonight,” he says. “No white room either.”
We turn the corner, and he leads me up to the second floor. We then walk into the most gorgeous bedroom I’ve ever seen. A contemporary four poster bed grounds the space, in shades of blues and whites. A majestic stone fireplace sits at the center of it all. He presses a button on the console on the wall, and the fire comes to life.
He pulls me in closer, and wraps his arms around me. “I’ve imagined you in this room a thousand times.”
I smile. “A thousand times? I doubt it.”
He laughs. “At least a hundred times.”
Not many have had the pleasure of seeing the master, or so the word on the street goes. So why do I find myself standing in the middle of it? I don’t know what to believe anymore.
He cups my face, and stares at me for the longest time. I get lost in his intoxicating eyes. He has the longest lashes I’ve ever seen on a man. We study each other for an eternity, without a word, in complete stillness. He’s the one who breaks the spell when he traces my bottom lip with the tip of his finger. “I love your mouth.” His hand travels up my cheek. “I love your big brown eyes… so soulful, so sad.”
I don’t say a word, too confused. This is not what I had imagined. This slow dance is not what I expected at all.
“Are you sad, Clara?” he asks me, and I can tell he really wants to know.
“Yes,” I say quietly. I’m reminded of my father’s abandonment and my distant mother, and the abuse I suffered at the hands of Keith, and those hard days I put in every day taking care of my son. Yes, I am sad.
“Are you?” I ask. “Sad?”
“Yes…” he breathes, and I know he is.
When he closes his eyes and his mouth lands on mine, I feel something I’m not sure I’ve ever experienced. I’ve never felt closer to another human being before.
