“Perfect,” he murmured, his violet eyes glinting in delight in the faint glow of light. He placed a swift kiss on my cheek before lowering me, the movement so distracting and sudden it took a few moments for my feet to fully register the hard press of the ground beneath them. He waited for me to regain my footing despite the anticipation radiating off him, barely restraining his urge to bound off to wherever he’d intended. I hugged the blanket to my chest and watched him curiously as he strode over to the wall with the TVs mounted them.
My own excitement built as I took in the leather sofas surrounding us, set up like small living rooms to give shoppers an idea of what the expensive items could look like in their own homes.
The screens all flickered to life at once and I blinked against the sudden light burning my eyes. Spade’s tinkering with the cords echoed through the store, and my brows furrowed as my vision cleared.
“Are we going to watch a movie?” I asked before the image glowing on the bank of TVs became clear. They seemed to be hooked up to a camera that Spade was still adjusting, and my frown deepened as I stared back at the image of myself mirrored on at least thirty screens before me. The picture was dark but I could still make out my features illuminated by the faint emergency lights.
“Oh this will definitely be better than a movie,” Spade said, cocking an eyebrow as he stepped back from the wall of electronics, apparently satisfied with whatever adjustment he had made.
My mouth dried as he stalked toward me, his mouth curved in a sensuous smile, his eyes glinting with mischief. All other thoughts fled my mind seeing the promise that look held. That this had only been a change of scenery and he had no intention of stopping where we had.
He closed the distance in a few long strides, my body already craving the teasing touch of his fingers playing with my waistband again. I couldn’t help imagining how it would feel when they delved beneath them. My brows knitted together as his hands wrapped around the blanket instead, gently tugging it from my grasp. I frowned down at the bundle slipping from my grip, having completely forgotten I’d even been holding on to it. He ripped off the packaging in one swift motion and whipped it open with a flick of his wrist. Curiously, I watched him as he draped the soft material over the couch closest to us with a flourish.
“Now get that gorgeous ass on the couch so I can see if that pussy tastes as sweet as I’ve imagined,” he growled, heat blazing in his look as he scanned my body. The way he looked at me, you would’ve thought I was already stripped before him, his gaze taking in my body leaving a trail of heat in its wake.
I couldn’t help the burst of laughter that left my lips at the abrupt command, my eyes flicking from him to the row of TVs on the wall recording our every move. “You can’t be serious.”
“Oh I’m dead serious, sugar,” he purred, crowding into me. His hands clasped the bottom of my ass and he squeezed tightly, fingers kneading into the soft flesh. Even though the thick material of the pants still stood in his way, I couldn’t help the moan that slipped out at the delicious feel of his hands so close to where I craved him.
I gasped as he hoisted me up by my ass, my mind so overcome with thoughts of his hands on me, I hadn’t even seen the movement coming. He smirked down at me as he pressed me up against his torso, my legs wrapping around his waist on instinct. My hands looped around his neck to keep myself from falling, and his mouth closed on mine. The kiss was hard and demanding as he picked up right where we’d left off. Lips parting beneath him, I craved the feel of his tongue stroking against mine. My body urged me on, needing the friction of him against me, my hips moving with a mind of their own as I ground my core against him, his cock already hard and straining against his jeans, pressing against me perfectly.
“Just trust me, sugar,” he murmured, pulling his lips away from mine slightly. “This is for you and me only.”
My hands slid to steady myself on his shoulders and I eased back from him. He cocked an eyebrow and eyed me curiously, but his silent question was answered a moment later when I slipped my hands down to pull the hem of the hoodie up and over my head. The cool open air sent a chill up my spine as I lifted the thick fabric off my body. I suppressed the shiver that ran over me as my skin pebbled into goosebumps.
Spade kept a hand under me, anchoring me to him while the other rubbed up my back, chasing away some of the chill. His lips were back on mine in the next instant, capturing my mouth in a searing kiss before leaving a trail of pecks along my jaw. I gasped at the caress of them as he made his way to my neck and sucked on the sensitive flesh, causing my hips to grind against him again.
I needed more—needed these damn clothes torn off my body, the feel of his fingers, mouth, and tongue exploring every inch of me before I did the same. I wanted to know every curve and every hard plane of muscle. I wanted to hear my name on a rasping groan as I drew every drop of pleasure from him.
His mouth trailed teasing kisses the rest of the way to my shoulder before his teeth lightly clamped down. The sharp pain and pleasure mixed perfectly, making me buck against him again. My clit throbbing with need, begging for just an ounce of friction.
“Spade,” I groaned—no begged, for any relief he would give me. He ground his hips against me, his answering moan vibrating into my skin and causing a languid heat to roll through me.
Turning us around, he took a few short steps before lowering me onto the blanket. He leaned over me, his lips unwilling to leave my skin as he settled between my legs. I pulled in a shuddering breath and tingles spread along my body with every sweet, feathered caress. He continued, teasing along my collarbone before lowering to my breasts, his mouth clamping around one of the already hardened peaks. I arched into his touch, my fingers digging into his biceps, clutching him closer to me as his hand kneaded the other and he softly rolled them at the same time, coaxing a whimper from my lips.
“You say the word and we stop,” he said, some of the lust fogging his eyes clearing with that as he drew away. I could see the thick hunger and lust in those violet eyes, but I knew immediately that he would stop if I wasn’t ready for this step.
I nodded, a small smile curling on my lips as I shimmied the sweatpants and underwear down my legs in one go. He watched every movement hungrily, devouring every curve as he scanned my bare skin on display for him. I soaked in his reaction, loving the way he worshiped me like he would never be able to get enough. My body felt weightless from the joy and power that washed over me, like I was finally in control of my life, in control of my body.
It had been far too long since I was with someone I cared about. I needed this—the release, the memory of someone else’s mouth on me, the reminder that Tommaso didn’t hold my future any longer. The reassurance this was my body and I was in control of it. I got to choose who I was with, who I grew closer to both emotionally and physically. And I knew Spade would make this moment perfect. There weren’t years of history between us. This was the beginning of something new—a fresh start. It was just him and me. Our mutual understanding of each other’s scars and that twin flame connection that flickered between us.
He drew circles on my knees as I kicked off my pants and shoes. The light touch sent ripples of desire to my center, already wet and ready for him.
“I could just sit here and watch you,” he sighed contentedly. I chewed on my lips, studying him as he gazed back at me reverently, the look tugging at my chest.
“Spade,” I growled in warning, swallowing down the sappy emotions trying to make an appearance before they could ruin this moment. “If your mouth isn’t on me in five seconds, I’m taking matters into my own hands.”Literally.
Instantly I regretted the words at the intrigue that darkened his gaze.
“So demanding,” he chided, stripping off his leather jacket, followed by his button-down shirt. My fingers itched to rip it off him, but I held back, not wanting to show him how impatient I truly was since he’d surely make me wait even longer.
I licked my lips as my eyes trailed along his lean-muscled torso, tracing down to his chiseled Adonis belt. I wanted to explore him, taste his skin just as he’d done to mine.
“You better be careful with that tongue, sugar. Otherwise I’ll have you show me what it can do rather than demonstrating my own skills on you.”
My mouth dried, my lips parting as he smirked up at me, clearly realizing he’d won this round. I was just about to retort when his mouth lowered onto my inner thigh, feathering light teasing kisses up the sensitive skin and stealing the words off my tongue. My fingers threaded through his short white hair, and I leaned back, my body shuddering with each brush.
My heart pounded as he inched closer, anticipation humming through my limbs. It seemed like he was moving in slow motion, each movement agonizing as I waited for his lips to close around my clit.