The One Who Got Away (Wilde Ways #12) - Cynthia Eden Page 0,5
present. Antony held her easily as he pinned her body between his and the wall. He was strong. So much stronger than she’d realized because of the suits he usually wore. Suits that hid the fact that the man had abs of steel. Guns for muscles. He was kissing a burning, make-me-melt path down her throat, and her legs rose to lock eagerly around his hips. Her dress had hiked up. Her high heels had fallen away.
There were still far too many clothes between her and Antony.
Ella didn’t want to slow down and think about what she was doing. If she thought too long, reality would raise its ugly head and she’d go over the dozens of reasons why they should not be jumping each other. No, she didn’t want reality. She wanted him.
One time. Just one. Before she disappeared from his life and moved to her new home.
“Got to make it…” His voice was deep. Rumbling. Sexy. “To the bedroom.”
One possibility. “Or you could fuck me right here.” Another choice.
A long shudder worked the length of his body. His cock pushed harder against the core of her body. She rubbed against him and loved it when he hissed out a breath.
His head lifted. His glasses were slightly lopsided on his nose. The sight almost made her smile. Would have, if his dark gaze hadn’t been filled with such stark and consuming lust.
“I’m trying…” Antony rumbled. “To hold on to my control.”
She leaned forward. Caught his lower lip. Nibbled. Licked it. Felt the tenseness that filled his body. “Why on earth…” Another lick. “Would you want to do that?”
He kissed her. Drove his tongue into her mouth and had her twisting eagerly against him. She didn’t know exactly how it happened, but they did manage to get to his bedroom. Soon they were in the darkness of that room, she was spread on the massive bed, and the lights from the city gleamed beyond the windows. Night was coming, and the mountains always made the night settle in a little heavier around Asheville, North Carolina.
He tossed aside his glasses. His clothes. Stood beside the bed all naked and strong. So many muscles. She wanted to touch and taste all of him. This was their night—their only night—and she wanted to savor every single moment.
But…
She was also about to go out of her mind. Ella shimmied and twisted and managed to ditch her dress. She was left wearing a white bra and panties. Hardly the sexiest thing she owned, but she hadn’t exactly realized her day was going to end this way. If she had, then Ella would have been better prepared.
Antony didn’t seem to care about how boring her underwear was. He put a knee on the bed. Leaned over her. “Tell me what you want. Tell me what you like. I’ll give everything to you.”
Her nails slid over his chest. “You’re what I want.”
He caught the straps of her bra. Slid then down. Threw the bra to the side moments later. Then his mouth was on her breast. Licking and sucking, and her hips were eagerly rocking against him. What did she like? What he was doing. She liked that. She’d love a whole lot more of that. Yes, yes. More.
His fingers trailed over her body. Down her stomach. Between her legs. Under the edge of her panties.
“You’re wet.”
She was. Guilty as charged. He was hard and thick, and desire was tearing her apart. Her breath was coming too fast. Her heart racing too quickly. He worked two fingers into her, and Ella’s body jerked beneath him.
“You feel so good,” he rasped.
Her hands were fisting the sheets. Yanking at them. Her body was tightening, and she was pretty sure her orgasm was about to slam into her. He’d barely touched her, her panties were still on, and Ella was so turned on that she felt like she’d explode at any moment. “Antony! I want you—now!”
“Baby…”
“Now!” She’d never felt this way. So intense. So desperate. So close to the edge. So fast.
He eased away. Fumbled with a bedside table, and she heard the sound of a foil packet tearing. The lamp flashed on, and she squinted against the light.
“Don’t worry. No one can see in up here. One way glass.”
She hadn’t even been mildly worried about that. She’d been watching him. But now she hurriedly lifted her hips and ditched her panties. She sent them flying somewhere. Ella didn’t care where they landed.