Twisted Love (Modern Romance #3) - Piper Lawson Page 0,68

I’ve put on since this afternoon. Trying to get beneath it, where I normally let her. “Tell me something good.”

Instead, I strengthen my resolve. “My best friend is standing in my foyer and I’m going to fuck her senseless.”

Her eyes fill with desire, but they’re conflicted. “This is about Marc. I’m leaving.”

Daisy reaches for the door. I grab her arm and she twists away, wrenching the door open and starting toward the elevator.

“He’s not what you need,” I growl, stalking after her. “Not now, not ever.”

“What do I need?” She stabs the elevator button without meeting my gaze.

The doors open, and I take a leap.

“Me.” The shock on her face is enough to tell me I’ve said something I can’t take back. “I know you. He doesn’t. I see you. He never will. I’ve watched everything you’ve gone through to get where you are, and I’m so fucking proud of you. When you hurt, I hurt with you. And if holding you at a distance means you’ll get close to someone else, I won’t risk that.”

She stays rooted in place as the elevator doors slide closed.

“Stay tonight,” I murmur. “Let me prove it to you.”

Her gaze flies to mine.

In it, I see so many things I never asked for. Things I never thought I deserved.

But I want them.

The silence stretches between us, heavy and unbearable.

I can’t say a word. I’m powerless until she steps away from the elevator.

“Okay.”

The single word has my chest loosening.

She’s giving me a gift, trusting me with her, and I’m not about to let her down.

My fingers stroke down her neck, under the edge of her coat. I unbelt it with one hand, push it off with the other. The coat slips to the floor in a whoosh of fabric.

Under it is the nude dress I bought her. It clings to every inch of her curves, plunging low between between her breasts and ending high on her thighs.

I trace the neckline, and her eyes darken.

Adrenaline and something stronger flood me as I bend to pick up the coat and bunch it in one hand. I tug her back toward my doorway with the other. Once we’re inside, I pin her against the door with my elbows on either side of her head. I’m taking my time, but I’m tight enough to break.

“What’s under here?” I run a finger along the hem of the dress, up higher, dragging it to her hip.

A whisper of lace the same color as her skin. Expensive. Stunning.

Fuck. I let the dress back down, knowing she’s mine to unwrap.

Tonight has less to do with the clothes and more to do with bringing down her walls.

I inch closer, loving her shallow inhale, the way her lashes flutter as her attention flits from my eyes to my mouth as if she doesn’t know what I’m going to do next.

Good.

My mouth claims hers. I kiss her firmly, reminding her this is on my terms, coaxing her open with my tongue. When she parts for me, I reward us both, deepening it.

Daisy’s arms wind around my neck and I can’t tell her not to. I want to be closer too. I drag her hips against mine, pinning her body to the door. She’s soft and I want to explore her, conquer her, worship her. My hand rises to cup her breast, her nipple already hardening, craving my touch.

Daisy’s the kind of woman men lose their minds over, gorgeous, challenging, responsive.

I meant what I said before: I want to take her apart, put her back together after. I want to get inside her secrets, her fears, her dreams, the way she’s inside me.

I press harder with my thumb, feeling the lace pattern of her bra through the thin dress. I trace circles around her nipple and she arches against me, moaning into my mouth before I switch to the other. She’s writhing against me, testing my resolve.

I pull back to look at her. “I’m going to fuck you in this dress…”

She sucks in a breath.

“Next time.” I peel off the dress.

Daisy helps, stepping out of it and kicking the fabric to the side. I take in the sight of her in stunning lingerie. Her dark nipples through the nude lace make me hard enough to fuck the wall.

I can’t stop staring. "You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

Her eyes shine.

I skim a finger under the thin bra strap. “Now take it off.”

She does what I ask, and before the bra hits the floor, my mouth is