He grunts as he wraps a hand around my waist, the other squeezing my butt.
“About what?” he asks huskily.
“I take back what I said. You are quite romantic.”
“Hmmm?”
I tug the bowtie on his collar, pulling his face closer to my reach. Sluggishly, I trace his lips with a finger and then nibble his chin. Feeling his muscles tense, I bite his lower lip teasingly as he slips his hand beneath the edge of the triangular cut in the back of my dress.
“Where Quin goes, Lewis follows, hmm?” I breathe against his mouth, mimicking him.
“What about it?”
With a swift move, he twirls me around and pushes me a few steps to the side so that my back rests against a large, round column. His free hand slips under the slit of my dress, his fingers wandering up and down the length of my thigh.
Challenged, I squint my eyes and raise and crook my leg to pull him closer. I wrap a hand around his neck and sear his mouth with a provocative kiss. I squirm against his body, deliberately rubbing my belly against the bulge in his pants.
When he groans in anticipation, I push him a little.
“What a sophisticated way to declare ownership!” he snorts.
“I don’t remember signing any kind of deed, though.”
Derik cocks a brow and shoots me a warning glance, his hand sliding between my legs. He smirks coyly, making heat shoot up my cheeks.
“Naughty,” he remarks, softly biting the tip of my ear. His fingers gently caress my sensitive folds.
“T-the fabric is so delicate. It wouldn’t look right if I had something on…” I explain.
“Is it?” he teases.
I hum, linking my arms tightly around his neck, rubbing my chest against his while my hips rotate in anticipation, creating friction against his long and slender fingers.
“It wasn’t a mistake picking this dress, huh?”
I whimper in anticipation.
But Derik abruptly gathers back his hands as if he’s suddenly scared of getting burned. I scowl at him while his mouth curls into a sexy grin. Before I can spit another word, he grasps my hand and leads the way across the garden, heading straight to the exit, ditching the party. His strides are long and quick, and I scamper to keep up. I’m panting lightly when I find myself tucked behind the seatbelt in the familiar passenger seat of his Maybach.
Derik shoots me a lustful gaze before letting the engine roar as he speeds back to the villa. It takes a while for my pulse to relax as my eyes relish the lovely nightscape. When the car pulls into the driveway, I quickly get out and strut inside the house, surprised by the quiet.
It’s almost midnight.
Of course, Mrs. Whittle and Mrs. Lindt have gone to bed.
“Were you expecting someone to save you?”
Derik’s husky voice thunders across the open living room. Rotating, I find his towering figure leaning against the newel at the foot of the staircase. Speechless, I roll my eyes and climb the steps nervously while making a mental note not to tease and provoke him ever again.
Before my thoughts can settle down, Derik scoops me in a swoop and carries me with a single arm. Hungrily, he sears my mouth with a penetrating kiss as he marches across the halls. With his tongue dancing in rhythm with mine, I feel my stomach twisting into a knot, making it harder to breathe. His scent fills my senses, overwhelming me with euphoria.
“God, I missed you!” I whisper against his mouth when he breaks away to give me space.
He responds with a grin.
Encouraged, I nibble his jaw and then softly bite the exposed length of his neck, earning a loud groan of satisfaction. I hear a door behind me make a creaking sound as his free hand removes the hook that holds my dress in place.
Swiftly, he presses me against the wall with the cloth falling to the floor, revealing my naked body.
“That was easy,” he mumbles, kissing the tip of my nose with an eyebrow raised.
My cheeks heat up. His burning gaze makes me shiver like a cornered bunny
as his eyes feast on my body. The longer he looks, the hotter I feel.
It’s insane.
“Feeling shy?”
I choke and shake my head. Embarrassed, I pivot only to realize that we are inside my room. It’s dark, but the moonlight emanating through space from the French doors creates a mysterious atmosphere, the white curtains swaying in the evening breeze.
Derik spins me around and lightly pushes me to the edge of the bed.
Unceremoniously, he strips off his clothes as he stands a foot away from me. My eyes focus on his flexing muscles as I gulp like a thirsty badger, analyzing and admiring every part of his lean body. With a soft thud from his belt, his arousal is exposed.
He is so big!
This isn’t the first time we’ve seen each other nude, but I still can’t get used to it. Though hot, I shiver at his touch as he grasps my arm and leads it to his well-defined six-pack, encouraging me to touch him.
