second, he moves around to sit on the couch beside me. He looks out at the beach, the rolling sea relentless as ever in its pursuit of reaching the beach.
Erik doesn't say a word. He just sips his champagne and looks off into the horizon. I bite my lip and put my feet into his lap, stretching out. He looks down at my feet and then looks at me, his expression one of surprise.
I shrug shoulder. "What? I'm just being comfortable. I'm comfortable around you. Is that okay?"
He stares at my feet again and only and then smooths the top palm of his hand over the top of my foot. Even this slight touch warms me from inside out. He glances up at me, our gazes connecting. And then he just keeps stroking my foot, my ankle, my lower leg. All the while, he seems like a caged tiger ready to pounce.
I've driven him to this, I know it. There's no question that tension has been right in the air between the two of us for some time. If I am honest about it, the tension started to build the second he walked out on me after we fucked.
This is overdue.
I smirk at him and finish my wine, setting my glass aside. His gaze drops to my legs, where the silky fabric of my négligée meets my bare thighs. It's a powerful thing to be looked at in that way by a man like Erik.
He glances up at me, licking his lips, his expression tortured.
"Nika…" he whispers. "I meant what I said before. All the reasons that I listed for why we shouldn't even be touching right now… They are still real. If we slip up and fuck each other’s brains out, the reasons will still be between us when we wake up in the morning."
I bite my lip. I know that he is just waiting for a sign, something urging him on. So, I open my knees a little wider, using two fingers to draw up the silky white négligée up my leg. Inch by creamy bare inch, my thighs are exposed to his view. Soon I reach the apex of my thighs, but I don't stop. I draw all the négligée up until my pussy lips are bare before him and widen my knees a little more.
Erik looks at me, swallowing. His gaze is so brooding and intense that meeting his eyes is more difficult than it should be. But I don't look away.
When I speak, my voice shakes more than it ought to. It's only then that I realize how badly I want him, how badly I want to feel his touch and all the things that come along with it. I want to feel the pleasure that I know that only he can give me.
A whisper leaves my lips. "If you want me, I am here for you. All you have to do to get me is just reach out your hand and take what is on offer."
He reaches out his hand and glides it up the inside of my thigh. He licks his lips, his gaze focused on my pussy. Then he reaches out a single finger and runs it up my wet slit, biting his lip as he gathers my moisture.
Shudders of electricity run up and down my spine. My breasts feel like they are achy and throbbing, just like my clit. I let my head fall backward and release the breathiest little moan, my lips parting.
He glances up at me and brings his finger up to his lips, popping it in his mouth and moaning at the taste of me. I swear, I've never seen anything sexier than a man who is that turned on by the way I taste.
When Erik sits back, pushes my feet out of his lap, and stands up, I don't know exactly what's going on. He offers me his hand and I take it, my heart going crazy in my chest.
I lick my lips and allow him to pull me to my feet. He gives me a little tug and I come into his arms so easily, like a choreographed dance move executed perfectly. I press up against the shelter of his hard body and I look up at him with wide eyes. He looks back at me with nothing but desire. It's all over his face, written so clearly that I could scream.
"I do want you, princess. I always want you, even when I shouldn't. That's my