Follow Me Darkly (Follow Me #1) - Helen Hardt Page 0,81
his black tux and looking delicious. A plain black mask covers his eyes, and in his arms he holds a bouquet.
Of roses.
Bloodred roses.
They match my lips perfectly.
He walks in swiftly, closing the door behind him.
His dark demeanor fills my small apartment. He owns this room. He owns me.
He’s going to kiss me. I see it in his eyes. I feel it.
He comes closer to me, and I inhale his spicy, woodsy scent. His leans toward me, his firm lips ready to take mine—
Only a millimeter away, and he stops.
“I won’t,” he says gruffly. “I won’t ruin those perfect lips. Not yet.”
I sigh. “Please.”
“Not yet,” he says again, this time in his dark voice.
I tremble before him. My body responds to everything Braden. I’m ready to give in right here and right now. To hell with the gala. Let’s just fuck.
“I missed you,” I say softly. “Why didn’t you call?”
“I was busy,” he says.
“You couldn’t find two minutes?”
He grabs my cheeks. “Baby, if I’d called, I wouldn’t have been able to stop myself from getting on a plane and flying back to you.”
I inhale swiftly. His words send an erotic thrill through my body.
“I couldn’t do that. I did it once, and I nearly lost a deal because of it. I had to take care of business.”
I nod. I know he was busy. But God, I’m hopelessly into him. Hopelessly in lust with Braden Black.
Hopelessly falling for a man who has a secret he won’t divulge.
He doesn’t love me. He doesn’t want a relationship. He doesn’t—
“Christopher’s waiting,” he says. “Let’s go.”
I grab the bag I packed.
“What’s that?” he asks.
“Oh.” My cheeks warm. “You said for me to bring over some clothes and stuff.”
“And you assume we’ll be going to my place?”
“Yes,” I say boldly.
“You assume correctly.” He stares at me, his eyes blazing sapphires against a sea of white foam. “Remove the top of your dress.”
I slip one strap over my shoulder, going deliberately slowly. He sucks in a breath. I hold back the smile that wants to split my face as I slide the other strap over my shoulder and urge the fabric downward. The only thing standing between him and my breasts is a strapless bra.
We stand there, gazes locked, until—
“Fuck it.” He crushes his lips to mine.
My lips are already parted, and he thrusts his tongue between them. My whole body responds. My nipples protrude, and I remember the nipple clamps. Did he bring them? Already I tense in anticipation.
He unclasps my bra deftly and tosses it to the floor. Then he cups my breasts, thumbing my hard nipples as he deepens the kiss. Our mouths are one, giving, taking, licking, kissing. I reach downward, toward his crotch, and grasp the bulge beneath his slacks.
He groans into me, a low melodic hum like the beginning of a rolling clap of thunder.
I revel in his warm mouth, his spicy flavor, his velvet tongue twirling around mine. I arch, my clit throbbing, searching for something to rub against. Yes, his thigh. His hard and taut thigh. I grind into him, still holding his clothed erection—
He breaks the kiss and inhales sharply. “Damn, Skye.”
I steady myself, force my jelly legs not to tumble over.
He pulls the chain from his pocket. “Your tits are so beautiful, your nipples so hard. God, I want to suck and bite them until you can’t stand it.”
“Go ahead,” I say boldly.
“Later. For now…” He positions one of the clamps around a nipple.
I jerk.
“Easy,” he says. “This won’t hurt.”
“It won’t?”
“Not unless you want it to.”
The stainless steel is cool on my skin. He tightens the tiny screw slowly, squeezing my nipple. The bold sensation arrows straight between my legs.
“Good?” he says.
I nod, my lips parted.
“You look incredible right now,” he says. “So fucking sexy.”
I don’t know how I look, but I know how I feel. I feel sexy. Amazingly sexy. The steel can’t compare to Braden’s warm fingers or lips, but it’s a constant pressure, a constant pinch, and oh my God, it’s so good.
He adjusts the second clamp around my other nipple. “Beautiful,” he says, his eyes heavy-lidded. “So beautiful. Are you ready, Skye?”
“Ready for what?” My words come out on a sigh.
“For this.” He yanks on the chain between the clamps.
“Oh!” The feeling is intense and pure, as if he’s biting both nipples at once. I’m wet. So wet. So ready for his cock inside me. I reach toward his bulge, but he brushes my hand away.