Page 83 of Wicked Player
I smile up at him, thinking he’s way more beautiful than I am, and wondering if he realizes that.
“I’ll show you the top level one day soon,” he says. “Would you like to meet my dad?”
My breath hitches. Meeting the dad. That’s big. “Yes, I’d love to.” I’m curious about Antonio Rossi, this man who everyone in this town knows of, but no one actually knows personally, save for the people who work at Rossi Guitars. He’s even more reclusive than his beautiful son.
“I’ll make it happen.” He walks away, toward the bar. “Can I offer you a late night cocktail? How about a liqueur? Perhaps an Amaretto?”
I smile. “Sure.”
He pours us both some, and hands me mine.
I gladly accept the small blue glass. “These are the most adorable tiniest wine glasses I’ve ever seen.” I venture a taste… it’s delicious.
He smiles. “Also known as liqueur glasses,” he teases. He inches closer, pulls me in and grabs my ass, as if he’s been dying to do it all night. “You’re the one who’s adorable.”
Now this is getting somewhere.
He downs the liqueur in one gulp, and sets his glass on the desk.
“Now, I’m certainly no expert, but aren’t you supposed to sip a liqueur?” I tease.
He draws me in even closer. Our bodies are flush against each others’ and I feel him. I can’t be quite sure, but I’m almost positive he’s hard. “I wanted to get it out of the way,” he explains.
To that, I follow suit and drain my liqueur too. I slap the tiny glass on the desk.
He sneaks a hand under my plaid shirt. “God, you’re so fucking sexy.” His touch is electric.
I’m not sure I’ve ever heard those words before, but I gladly accept them as the truth. I’m not a sexy woman, in the traditional sense; curvy body, sex-appeal. I’m certainly no Sophia Loren. But there is a quiet sensuality in me that not many see. It takes a special kind of man to bring it out in me. And when I’m with Colton, I glow with it.
When our mouths meet, I close my eyes and take it all in. The world outside doesn’t exist anymore. There’s nothing but the taste of his mouth, the feel of his hands, and the sensation of his smooth hot skin. He pulls me onto the desk, and settles himself between my legs. We knock over a few things to the floor as he splays himself over me, completely dominating me. I’m helpless in his arms. He knows my pleasure is in his hands, and he gets off on it. His touch is playful, leisurely and teasing as he explores, as he drops butterfly kisses everywhere. He’s in no hurry tonight. And neither am I. The urgency of earlier is gone, and now we’re left to enjoy each other.
He travels north, and kisses me on the mouth again. “You don’t look very comfortable, baby.”
I smile. “I’m fine.” Seriously, he could be making love to me on a bed of rocks, and I’d gladly go along.
Much to my dismay, he grabs my hand, and pulls me off of the desk. “Now for the final part of the tour.”
I follow him eagerly as he heads to the lift. As soon as he presses the button to send us down, he drops to his knees and works my fly.
I laugh. “You’re taking off my pants right here?!”
“No time like the present,” he says. “I want you naked by the time we arrive at our destination.”
I eagerly help him along, and by the time we arrive at the bottom level, my pants are abandoned on the floor by the lift. I press my palm against his hard-on as we kiss, eager for more.
He pulls my plaid shirt over my head, and I’m left in nothing but my lace underwear and my fuzzy socks. I’m quick to peel off his t-shirt, reveling in his smooth chest. He tastes both salty and sweet.
He cups my face in his hand, and pulls my gaze to his. “Whose are you tonight, baby?”
“I’m yours, baby,” I whisper. “All yours.”
“And I’m all yours.” He kisses me one last time before he pulls me away. I know exactly where we’re heading. The red room. I’ve been wanting to see it forever, and I can barely contain my giddiness.
He quickly punches in the code, and slowly opens the door, revealing a stunning room, not really red at all. Yes, there is a red duvet on the bed and a red accent wall; antique satin damask wallpaper. It’s the kind of wall you’d expect to see in a very creepy old mansion, and it somehow works, surrounded by shades of grey and browns.
“Wow,” is all I say, too stunned to speak. It’s not what I expected at all. There are no whips and chains, but thereissomething sinister about it. The bed is literally a cage. All four sides are barred, even the top.
He pulls me along to the bed. “Not so scary at all, is it?”
