Chapter 10
“Would you prefer red or white wine, Cobra?”
He glanced over at Desiree, who’d run her tongue over her bottom lip. She was nervous. That much was obvious. “I try to watch my intake of wine, and since I had a glass at dinner, I’d prefer a cup of coffee if it won’t be any trouble.”
“It won’t. How do you like it?”
“Black.”
She nodded. “Alright. I’ll be back in a minute.”
He watched her walk off toward the kitchen, admiring her as she went.
She looked great tonight. That little black dress accentuated all her curves and made her legs look like they’d go on forever.
And he liked her hair tonight, too. The way it was pinned up on her head showcased the gracefulness and beauty of her neck.
When had he ever become aroused from seeing a woman’s neck before?
He rubbed his hand down his face, questioning the wisdom of being alone in this condo with her.
Because of what he’d said before coming in, she likely assumed he would pull her into his arms and kiss her the moment they were behind closed doors.
But for him, giving her the kiss she deserved included cherishing both the moment itself and building the slow anticipation up to it.
He wanted their kiss to be so much more than just a fleeting moment, a preplanned action.
He wanted to relish the journey as much as the destination.
Removing his jacket, he placed it across the back of the sofa, then walked over to the window. Richard preferred to keep the curtains open so he could fully enjoy the unobstructed view of Central Park, Midtown, and the George Washington Bridge.
He was glad he’d ordered a luxury sedan instead of driving his own car tonight.
It was a weekend, after all, and he had anticipated heavy traffic.
However, ordering the sedan had one drawback, and he realized it immediately when he had slid into the backseat beside Desiree.
Her intoxicating scent had filled the car’s interior, and his erection had immediately responded.
Dinner, too, had been a challenge. His attention had been solely on her mouth, while his imagination wandered, thinking about all the things he wanted to do to it and with it.
“Here you are, Cobra.”
He turned and watched as she placed the cup and saucer on the sofa table, noting only one. “You’re not joining me?”
“Drinking coffee this late will interfere with my sleep.”
Leaving his place by the window, he crossed to the table, picked up the coffee cup, took a couple of sips, and looked at her.
She had moved to sit in a chair across the room, her legs crossed in a ladylike fashion, symbolizing both modesty and elegance.
And she still looked like a seductress. One whose scent was driving him crazy.
Cobra wanted her, but in ways he couldn’t have her, he’d have to limit himself to kissing her for now. But it was going to be tough.
After taking a few more sips of coffee, instead of sitting on the sofa, he placed the cup back in the saucer and walked over to her. He wasn’t there for small talk, and they both knew it.
***
Desiree watched Cobra set the coffee cup down and begin walking toward her, hearing her breath hitch in her throat with every step he took.
Her senses were on full alert, electrified like the rest of her body.
It wasn’t just the Cobra Sexy Stroll that was getting to her.
His seductive aroma sent a wave of awareness rushing through her.
Upon reaching her, he closed in, one hand braced on each side of the chair.
The intense look in the depths of his dark eyes sent a wave of desire rippling through her.
His gaze was fixed on her, holding her captive, while sexual tension and heat built between them.
An undeniable magnetism hummed in the air, making it thick with unspoken possibilities.
“Cobra…” She breathed his name.
“I’m here, Desiree.”
Yes, he most certainly was, and her desire to be kissed by him was almost overwhelming.
He leaned in closer and, with the tip of his tongue, began gently tracing her lips, earlobes, and the side of her neck.
This time, his name escaped her lips in a moan, and that was when he captured her mouth in his, and pulled her from the chair and into his arms.
***
Cobra had thought of kissing her during the play. Each time he glanced at her, as she smiled at a scene on stage, he wished he could whisk her away and kiss that smile from her lips.
Now she was here, in his arms, his lips locked with hers, and he refused to rush.
He wanted to savor this moment and the ones that followed.
Tonight was all about strategic planning, building her desire, and priming her for what was to come.
It would be a different kind of foreplay for him, but it was all the richer because he knew the reward would be worth it.
Because they had kissed several times before, he knew—and loved—what she tasted like.
But tonight he wanted them to take things slowly, allowing both of them to savor the flavors they already knew, and lose themselves in the intoxicating blend of their own aromas.
He wanted to know more than just what her mouth tasted like; he wanted to taste her skin all over.
Every inch of her body. But not all of it tonight.
Without breaking their kiss, he effortlessly swept her into his arms and sat, bringing her down on his lap. Anticipating the way her dress would ride up, he allowed his hand to softly stroke the bare skin of her thighs and loved the sound of her moans as he did.
She abruptly pulled away from the kiss, trapping his gaze with her own, her breath catching in a rapid rhythm that matched his.
The look in the depths of her hazel eyes was filled with a desire so raw that his already aroused body got harder.
He had no doubt she could feel his erection poking her backside.
Would she climb out of his lap and ask him to leave, thinking what they were sharing was way too much for a first date?
Or was she curious to see just how far he would go in giving her the kiss he thought she deserved?
Their gazes held, and then she leaned in and pressed her lips to his.
He took her mouth again, hungrier than before.
The choice to continue had been hers, and he would definitely oblige her…
within his limitations. The feel of her skin made staying within his restraints difficult.
Touching her enticed him to lift her up, unzip his pants, shift her body so he could enter her, and…
The sudden, blinding temptation made Cobra break the kiss with a gasp.
Their gazes locked, their breathing equally uneven.
He studied her—lips swollen from his kisses, eyes glazed with passion—and knew there was no way he could end things now.
He had to finish what he’d started. Although he would not be fully satisfied with tonight’s encounter, he was determined that she would be.
He slightly shifted her in his lap before taking her mouth again.
The moment their tongues began tangling, he eased his hand between her legs and pushed aside her panties, finding her womanly core hot and wet.
And then he slid his finger inside and began stroking her clit.
He massaged both sides of it, deliberately stimulating it with circular motions, determined to identify her erogenous zones.
The mating of their tongues increased, turning the kiss desperate, feverish, and nearly uncontrolled.
Her moans became more urgent, as if she wanted a deeper connection.
His finger moved inside of her relentlessly, in rhythm with the sounds she was making.
In his own way, he was staking his claim on her body, the same way he’d done with her mouth the first time they’d kissed.
She began moving on his lap, rocking her hips, and pressing her body upward against his hand.
Desiree suddenly broke off the kiss with a groan and met his gaze. He recognized the look in her eyes, saw what she was fighting against.
“Let it go, Desiree. Come for me, baby.”
***
As if her body was reacting to his command, Desiree cried out Cobra’s name as an orgasm of gigantic proportions ripped into her.
She screamed, digging her fingernails into the arms holding her, while her body pushed harder against his hand.
He maintained a meticulous rhythm with his finger, drawing out the experience for her, and deliberately extending the peak of her pleasure.
She could not recall at what point her orgasm ended.
However, she thought she’d never forget how he stood with her in his arms and moved toward her bedroom, where he placed her on the bed and joined her there.
They were both fully clothed. He held her in his arms while her body gradually returned to normal.
At least she assumed that was what was supposed to happen, but wasn’t sure if it could.
Her heart was still pumping wildly, and the area between her legs remained stimulated.
He held her for a long moment before leaning over to brush a kiss on her lips.
Then he was kissing her in a way that was making her moan again.
Breaking off the kiss, he whispered that he would check on her tomorrow, and would arm the security system before leaving.
Then he released her and eased from the bed. She shifted her position to watch him.
He paused at her bedroom door and looked back at her, met her gaze, and held it. Then he purposely licked his finger—the one he’d had inside her—before giving her a sensuous smile and walking out.
She lay there. Too exhausted to move. Her body had reached a peak of pleasure it had never experienced before, and she felt enraptured. It was as if her entire being was filled with overwhelming emotions. Some she couldn’t define or explain.