19. Tessa
Chapter 19
Tessa
I t was silly to feel nervous. I kept my head down as I headed down the hall to the penthouse. After finishing my shift in the bar, I’d showered in the staff locker room. I was wearing a cute, knee-length, flippy, black skirt and a pretty silver-green top that slid off one shoulder. My hair was loose, and I was wearing my sexiest, sheerest set of black lingerie.
I knocked on the door.
It opened, and there he was. My heart did a little shimmy. He was still in his suit pants and white shirt from earlier, but his jacket and shoes were gone. His bare feet looked sexy, as did the rolled-up sleeves of his shirt.
Ambrose Langston had really great forearms.
I studied his face, then smiled. “Your headache’s gone.”
“Thanks to you.” He tugged me inside. “Your magic drink did the trick.”
“More likely the medication.” I glanced around. “I hope you didn’t come up here and do more work.”
“No.” He motioned to the whiskey glass on the entry table. He had music on low. “I’ve been doing…nothing.”
I grinned. He sounded proud of himself. “Good for you. Windward is rubbing off on you. And you didn’t explode or melt or anything.”
“No, smartass.” He nudged me farther inside with a hand to my lower back. “Now, dinner just got delivered. I hope you’re hungry.”
I was. I saw the covered plates on the coffee table.
“We’ve got fresh bread and olives, medium-rare rib eye with a bordelaise sauce, and local rainbow trout with a lemon and caper sauce.”
“Rainbow trout is my favorite. How did you know?”
“I have my sources as well, Ms. Ashford.”
I snorted. “Caden found out for you.”
A flash of a smile. “Yes. So, how was your day?”
“Fine. There were no falling chandeliers or loose railings.”
His face turned serious and he grabbed my arm. “It’s all going to be okay.”
“I know, Ro, I just worry.”
“I don’t want you to worry.” He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. “So, you said you were hungry…”
I looked at him. His hair was ruffled like he’d been running his hands through it. The top buttons of his shirt were undone, showcasing a strong throat and a triangle of tantalizing bronze skin.
“I am.” But suddenly I wasn’t hungry for food.
I jumped him.
As I threw myself at him, his eyes flashed. He caught me, then our mouths slammed together. As we kissed, I slid my hands into his hair, while his hands cupped my butt.
I moaned. He tasted so good and need exploded inside me.
“Dinner can wait,” he growled.
“ Yes .”
His mouth moved down my neck, doing amazing things. His teeth scraped over my skin and I gasped.
“More, Ro.”
He shuffled us across the room. His mouth was back on mine, tongues tangling. The taste of him filled me with memories of the masquerade and my legs went weak.
He pulled back, his face unsmiling. Pure desire was etched on it.
He was going to take what he wanted.
And I wanted to give him everything.
He spun me, and anticipation was a warm ball in my stomach. He pushed me over the plush arm of the couch, my hands gripped the cushions and dug in. I fought back a shudder of anticipation.
He flicked my skirt up, baring my ass, then yanked my panties down. That hot anticipation ratcheted higher.
“Ro—” My voice was breathy.
“I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.” His hand stroked over my buttock, then between my cheeks and down to my pussy. I jolted. “I need to get my mouth on my fairy queen again.”
A shiver ran through me. He stroked my sensitive flesh, and I sank my teeth into my bottom lip. Then he dropped to his knees behind me, his hands clenching on my ass.
Before I could say anything else, his mouth was on me.
His first lick had me crying out, my fingers digging hard into the couch.
“You have no idea.” His voice was deep, guttural. “No fucking clue how much you affect me. How much I want you.”
He lapped at me, sucking at me like I was his favorite dish. Soon I couldn’t think, couldn’t speak.
All I could do was feel.
Soon, I was babbling, need twisting inside me. His tongue dragged over my clit several times, teasing me. My hips jerked, trying to get more contact.
“You need to come, don’t you, fairy queen?”
“Yes. Please .”
“Demand it. Tell me what you want.”
“Suck my clit and make me come, Ro.”
His lips closed over my clit and he sucked hard. My muscles tensed and I came. Hard .
My spine arched, and I gasped through the wave of pleasure. He licked at me through the intense aftermath, then pressed a kiss to my left butt cheek.
Then he peppered kisses over my lower back, then pushed my shirt up, and kissed along my spine. I felt the scrape of his stubble on my skin and shuddered.
“My beautiful, sexy fairy queen.”
Then he hauled me up. I had a second to wonder if my limp legs would hold me before he leaned forward, then tossed me over his shoulder.
I gasped out his name.
“I’m not finished with you yet. You aren’t running away from me tonight.”
“I’m not going anywhere.”
In the bedroom, he tossed me on the king-sized bed. His hot gaze was on me. He made a low masculine sound and pulled my top over my head. A second later my bra was gone, as was my skirt. So much for my sexiest lingerie. He’d barely looked at it. I was naked while he was still fully clothed. I bit my lip. So hot.
He shook his head. “Again.”
I blinked. “What?”
“I want to watch you come again.” He shoved my legs apart, and before I could prepare, his mouth was back between my legs.
I cried out, my hands clenched on his head, holding him in place. God, the man was good with his mouth.
He was his usual relentless, driven self as he wrung another orgasm from me. My voice was hoarse by the time he was done.
Soon, I was a limp, well-pleasured mess as I lay on the bed, my chest heaving. Little aftershocks of pleasure shivered through me.
Ro stood and started unbuttoning his shirt. “Still not done.”
“Good.” I looked my fill at his muscled chest and abs, then down to the erection straining the front of his pants. “Because I haven’t even gotten started yet.”