His eyes are practically incinerating me with the way he’s regarding me. It’s like he’s searching for a lie, something tangible for him to hold on to. Absentmindedly, he rubs the pad of his thumb across his lower lip. It’s incredibly distracting.
“And no boyfriend?”
A squeak slips past my lips. “Uh, no. No boyfriend.”
“I don’t believe that.”
“Oh?” I raise a questioning brow. “And why is that?”
He leans forward, again, into my space. “Because, Mackenzie, you’re too sexy not to drive all the men back in New York crazy. Hell, you’re doing it to me right now.”
Ohmygod.
“I … well … I …”
He chuckles at my frazzled response. “Here’s the thing, Mackenzie. You intrigue me as no other woman has. And I like that. A lot,” he muses, settling back in his seat. “You say you came here with your friends to have some fun, so I have a proposition for you.”
My brow arches. “What kind of proposition?”
His eyes darken, and the blue of his gaze sears into my flesh. “The dirty kind.”
“Oh god,” I choke out.
“That’s not the name I’d prefer to fall from your lips, but we’ll work on that. Right now, I’d like nothing more than to fuck you six ways to Sunday, Mackenzie.”
My core spasms, and my lungs heave.
Something happens in my stomach, and it feels like there are Pop Rocks in my veins. My body is going haywire at his words.
Holy shit.
He wants to fuck me.
Jesus.
“That’s … that’s incredibly forward, Mr. Kingston, don’t you think?”
His grin reminds me of a predator. “I’m very forward when I know what I want, Mackenzie. And the truth? I want to fuck you. Very, very much.”
A low whimper falls from my lips, making him chuckle as if he enjoys watching my misery. Enjoys watching me squirm.
Keep your head in the game! My brain yells, reminding me why I’m here. I cannot lose sight of everything just because a hot guy wants to have wild, crazy sex with me. I can’t.
I will not.
“I-I … I should probably go. I’m supposed to meet m-my friends.”
Christ. The nervous high school stutter is back in full force.
Baz clucks his tongue. “Shame. I was looking forward to seeing the dirty girl inside you,” he says, his thumb swiping across my lower lip. I’m so out of it, I didn’t even notice when he moved in closer or when his hand came toward my face.
I shoot away from the table and wobble on my heels, attempting to make a quick escape.
Baz smirks. “Until next time, dirty girl.”
I run away, out of the restaurant, through the crowded bodies, toward the elevators.
After locking myself in my room, I rest my back against the heavy door and fight to control my breathing. My nipples are as hard as rocks, and with each intake of breath, they achingly graze against the material of my dress. I clench my thighs together and whimper when I feel just how wet my panties are. I’ve never had an encounter with a man like that before. I’ve never felt so wanton, so sexy, so desired. I’ve never wanted to have a one-night stand with a stranger so badly.
So why did I stop it then? Why didn’t I just say yes? What could one romp have the potential to destroy?
Nothing. Absolutely nothing.
Wiping the back of my hand across my forehead, I push off the door and stride toward the bedroom to help alleviate the need, but then I stop. Before I realize what I’m doing, I’m spinning on my heels and throwing the door open. With my clutch still wrapped around my wrist, I head to the elevators and pick my gaze up to press the button to recall the elevator. Just then, the doors slide open, and my breath catches.
“Oh, fuck,” I breathe.
Baz smirks. “Oh fuck, indeed.”
Not even a full second goes by before I’m on him. Or he’s on me. I can’t tell how it happens. I slam my mouth over his and push my body flush against his warmth. His lips are soft and firm. He tastes like red-blooded male and strong liquor.
With our tongues clashing and our mouths working in tandem, we make our way from the bank of elevators back to my room, devouring each other.
“If you want to change your mind, I suggest you do it now, Mackenzie, because if you don’t, I’m going to fuck you, and I’m not going to stop.”
I suck my bottom lip into my mouth and bite down until the nerves there scream in pain.
It’s a bad idea. I know this. I feel it.
Instead of doing what I know I should, like backing away from this insanely handsome man and never looking back, my mouth has other plans. “Fuck me, Baz.”
He growls. I feel the effects of it roll through my body in waves, and he swoops down to take my mouth again.
We get the door to my room open and crash into the suite, banging into every surface on our way inside. Baz pushes me up against the wall, and the way he expertly steers and handles me makes my panties flood with moisture. I’m throbbing and dripping like a goddamn leaky faucet.
He slides down to his knees and hitches my tight dress over my hips, his gaze devouring every inch of my skin. His hands are huge, like roughened bear paws, as he glides them over my thighs. He picks up one leg and hikes it around his shoulder, and I moan because I know what’s coming next. The anticipation is almost too much. My core clenches arduously, and desire percolates through my veins. Baz pins me with his gaze, his command threatening to make me come.
“Don’t move.”
Then his mouth is on me through my panties. His warm tongue slides over the drenched material, and I slam my head back against the wall, bucking my hips toward his face, silently asking for more. He pulls his mouth away, and I expect him to dive back in, but he doesn’t. My eyes spring open, and I look down at him with questions in my eyes. He’s casually resting back on his legs, staring up at me with an intense expression on his face.
“I said don’t move.”
I gulp. Literally gulp. With a slow dip of my chin in acquiescence, he finally leans back in toward my sex, and I let out a breath of air I didn’t realize I was holding.
With lithe fingers, he rubs me through my panties, and I have to fight my body’s need to grind into his touch. He must notice my struggle because he obliges me, giving me the smallest inch by sliding my panties to the side and running his fingers through my soaked folds. I let out a long-drawn-out moan.
“Fuck, you’re wet.”
I trap my bottom lip between my teeth and stifle my gasp of pleasure. Because I know. I’ve never been this wet in my entire life. I’ve never felt so completely lost in a man that all my inhibitions went out the window.
He must like that because before I’m able to prepare myself, he swoops down and devours my pussy. His mouth latches onto my sex, and his velvet tongue swirls around my clit.
A startled yelp escapes my lips, and I slap my hands against the wall for support. The sensations … they’re all too much. The firm glide of his warm tongue flicking over my clit, dipping into my channel, and sucking on me are so incredibly euphoric, it’s painful. The throb in my core hurts. The tug deep in my belly coils with heat and tension, and my body is aching with the need to feel him inside me. Every last inch of him. I want him to devour me, to swallow me whole, and that’s exactly what he does.