Page 48 of When She Loves
Fuck me.
I drag my palm over my jaw and drink in her body, inch by perfect inch.
Her eyes glint with something dangerous. She glides her palms over her sides and curls her fingers over the edges of her lace panties before gently hiking them higher on her hips. “Do you like it?”
I know what she’s doing with that husky voice and those bedroom eyes.
Torturing me.
And still, I fall into her trap.
“Come here.” My voice is a rasp.
She takes a few tentative steps toward me, taking her damn time. I open my legs wider and tip my chin downward, signaling for her to stand right there. Her bare thighs brush against the fabric of my slacks.
I’m so fucking hot that I’m sweating through my shirt.
“Closer.”
Her knees bump against the edge of the seat between my legs. I’m not sure I’m breathing, but neither is she.
I lift my hand and pluck the little bow at the front of her panties. Then I tip my head back and meet her gaze. “You want to know if I like it?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Find out for yourself.”
Her gaze drops to my lap, and when she sees the outline of my hard cock, she goes very still. Her fingers twitch.
I sit back, spreading my legs further to give her better access. Seeing how far she’ll take this game.
Her desire to prove she’s not a coward wins over her nerves. She leans down, giving me a glimpse of her tits, and cups my erection.
I huff out a breath. Without breaking eye contact, she gives me two slow strokes, and something short-circuits inside my brain. I clutch the armrests, my knuckles white with effort. It’s impossible to breathe.
“You seem to like it a lot,” she says in a velvety voice. She removes her hand and steps away. It takes all of my willpower not to drag her onto my lap.
She turns around and gives me her back. My gaze drops to her ass.
“Enjoy the view,” she says over her shoulder. “That’s all you’ll ever get from me.”
CHAPTER17
CLEO
That night,Rafaele spends a long time in the shower.
My suspicions about what he’s doing in there make my face heat, and when he comes out, I make sure I’m buried deep under my duvet on the ottoman.
I thought I’d done so well today, so why does it feel like I failed? He didn’t seem to care about all the money I spent, and somehow the day ended up with me standing in front of him in my underwear.
And touching his cock.
Fuck my life.
The worst part is that I felt an embarrassing wetness gather between my legs when I palmed his erection. He was very hard andverylarge.
I wait until I hear his breathing even out and then I dip my fingers inside my panties. Yep, still wet. I bite on my pillow and get myself off as quickly as I can, making sure I don’t make a single sound.
