skin damp with sweat, my cheeks flushed as I stare at the wood. Then he pushes the door and it slowly opens, and there he is. Mr Mercurial.
Dishevelled but gorgeous.
Angry but gorgeous.
Dangerous but gorgeous.
Our eyes lock, and my heart wedges itself in my throat as Becker reaches up and removes his glasses, tucking them into his pocket. ‘Invite me in,’ he murmurs, blinking slowly, his eyes lazy and angelic.
My lips part, and I step back a few paces.
‘I want to hear it, Eleanor. I want to hear you tell me you want this.’
Oh my God, what am I doing? ‘I want it.’
He’s fast, slamming the door behind him and stalking towards me, purpose seeping from every delicious piece of him. I don’t move, but let him tackle me and push me against the wall. He’s pressed into me everywhere, looking down at me, his hand on my nape to hold me in place.
He thrusts his knee between my thighs, encouraging me to spread. Which I do – no thought, no hesitation. He brings his lips close to mine, and my gaze flicks between them and his burning hazel eyes. ‘Say it again,’ he demands.
I take a deep inhale of air and lift my eyes from his mouth, up his perfect nose to his stunning eyes. ‘I want it,’ I repeat on a wisp of lusty air.
The grin that slowly creeps on to his face is wicked and victorious. ‘Say please.’
I’ve lost my mind. ‘Please,’ I whisper.
He attacks me full force, his mouth crashing to mine and instantly consuming me. My hair is tangled roughly in his grasp, his tongue plunging deeply. He’s frantic in his approach, rough and wild, his free hand finding my thigh and squeezing hard. There’s no room in my desire-drenched mind for hesitancy or second thoughts. Right now, under his demanding attention, I’m his to do with as he pleases. I’m lost. My mind has abandoned me. His lips meld with mine, his tongue exploring my mouth, it’s all reminding me of the kiss we shared in the kitchen at The Haven earlier today, except this time I know beyond doubt nothing will stop him. The all-consuming, built-up frustration is going to be sated in the best possible way. My internal muscles are already clenching in anticipation. I’m about to be violated in the most delicious way imaginable, and I have no willpower or strength remaining to fight it.
A small whimper of pleasure slips past my lips when his touch slides higher up my thigh and cups me over my knickers. ‘Shut the fuck up, Eleanor,’ he growls into my mouth, again reminding me of our kitchen encounter. The potential of him expecting me to keep quiet through what is about to happen hits me hard, though I don’t voice my concern. I’m unable to anyway, because his palm has replaced his lips over my mouth and serious eyes are boring into me. ‘I only want to hear your pleasure when I say so. Got it?’
I’m reluctant to agree, but I find myself nodding anyway. What on earth have I just let myself in for? We’re not even naked and I’m already set to scream in ecstasy. Good God, this could be torturous. Then his finger slips past the seam of my knickers and that could be turns into a definitely. My jaw tightens, and I swallow hard, closing my eyes and praying silently to God. His hot touch teases my flesh for an eternity, like he’s testing me, seeing if I can fulfil my agreement to keep quiet. It’s looking doubtful, but I’m determined to try.
‘Good girl,’ he whispers, his breath tickling my ear as he moves in closer, his fingertip lightly rounding my clitoris painfully slowly. My hands are aching from the harsh grip I have of his shoulders, the feel of lean muscle beneath spiking flashbacks of his chest. ‘You feel good, princess. So fucking good.’ He slips his finger out of my knickers, his words and action prompting my eyes to open. There’s still evidence of that salacious smirk as he brings his finger up and removes his palm from my mouth. ‘Open.’
My lips part and he slips his finger into my mouth, raising his eyebrows in a silent instruction that I catch immediately. But he voices his wish anyway.
‘Suck.’
I close my mouth and do as I’m bid, relishing the carnal want in his eyes as he concentrates on my tongue lapping slowly at his finger. His head tilts thoughtfully, then he