Chapter 5
CHAPTER 5
DIXIE
I t was easily the best kiss of my life.
The kind of kiss girls dream about when they’re fourteen, full of raging hormones and covered in acne. But here I was, living that fantasy, my body pressed against Hayes Bancroft’s in the ballroom of his penthouse.
My brain had officially taken a back seat, leaving my body to take control, and it had quickly become a greedy little bitch, screaming for more.
The kiss deepened, and the world blurred around me. His touch was firm and deliberate, as if he was mapping out every inch of me to memory. The heat radiating between us was electric and all-consuming. His lips moved with a precision that left me dizzy, his tongue teasing in a way that made my knees go weak.
“Now, do you want to see my bedroom?” His question was barely a whisper against my lips.
This was one of those forks in the road. Normal Dixie would decline and get the hell out of there. But that path had not done a lot for me.
I didn’t want to keep doing the same thing. It was time to shake things up.
“Yes.”
He took my hand and led me to the elevator this time. We stepped inside the small space. The ride down was maybe twenty seconds but that didn’t stop him from kissing me the entire time. When we stepped out, he led me down a short hall, then opened the door and led me inside what looked like another apartment within his apartment.
Son of a bitch.
The master bedroom was beyond luxurious. It was spacious and opulent, with high ceilings and floor-to-ceiling windows that showcased more stunning views of the city. The walls were painted a deep, rich navy blue, and the plush carpet was a soft cream color. A large mahogany four-poster bed was the focal point of the room. Opposite the bed was a cozy sitting area with a plush velvet couch, armchairs, and a gas fireplace.
Hayes walked to an electronic pad on the wall. The fireplace came alive and the lights dimmed. The blinds on the windows slowly slid down.
The soft glow from the gas fireplace cast a warm, inviting light across the room, making the velvet of the couch look almost liquid under the flickering flames. I could feel Hayes watching me as I took it all in.
He stepped forward, his hands finding my shoulders gently. “What do you think?” His voice was low, almost blending with the crackle of the fire.
“It’s like something out of a dream,” I breathed out, not quite trusting my voice.
He chuckled softly, his breath tickling my ear. “I’m glad you like it.”
“Only thing missing is some sultry jazz music,” I joked.
He walked back to the wall, and two seconds later, the haunting sound of a saxophone filled the room.
I couldn’t help but laugh. “You really know how to seduce a girl.”
“Is it working?”
“It was working before all the bells and whistles.”
“Should I quit while I’m ahead?” he asked.
“No, by all means, keep going.”
He slid his hand up the back of my neck, his fingers threading through my hair, and brought his mouth down to mine. I melted into him, my body craving more of his touch. He pushed me gently against the wall, his hands exploring every inch of my back as our tongues danced together.
“Hayes, I can’t think straight when you kiss me like that,” I moaned against his lips, feeling a desperation I’d never felt before.
“Good,” he whispered against my neck, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine.
Cool air wafted over my skin as he pulled off my sweater. He tossed it aside and moved to unclasp my bra.
“Are you sure?” he asked.
“Absolutely,” I murmured.
His lips trailed soft kisses along my collarbone as he slid down the lacy black bra straps.
He cupped my breasts in his hands, his thumbs rubbing soft circles over my nipples. I gasped, arching into his touch as desire coursed through me. He leaned in and took one hardened peak into his mouth, sucking gently as he groaned softly against my skin. His free hand slid down to the waistband of my pants. It didn’t surprise me he was unable to undo the button with one hand. He dragged the zipper down, and a few seconds later, he was pushing my pants down while his mouth lavished my breasts.
My panties followed suit, leaving me completely naked in his arms. He stepped back to look at me, taking in every inch of me with those intense eyes that seemed to see right through me. My heart pounded wildly in my chest as he ran a finger lightly down the side of my throat before reaching between my legs. A shudder ran through me as he traced small circles around my clit.
I whimpered. He just continued to tease and torment until I was sure I would lose my mind. He pulled me against him and lifted me up effortlessly. My legs wrapped around his waist as he walked us toward the bed. He laid me down gently, his lips trailing soft kisses down my stomach and the insides of my thighs.
He slipped off his shirt. With a smirk, he shed the rest of his clothes, revealing a body that was firm and powerful.
He looks even better naked.
He bent over me, kissing my breasts once again. My hands went to his shoulders and then down his broad back. The muscles rippled under my touch. He kissed over my belly button and trailed down to the apex of my thighs. I gasped when his tongue circled my sensitive nub.
“Hayes,” I cried out, arching into him. “Yes.”
He chuckled against my skin. “You like that?”
“So much,” I breathed out.
“Do you want it fast or slow?”
“I want it now,” I demanded, my hips lifting off the bed in search of more.
He plunged his tongue inside me. His hand found mine and laced our fingers together as he swirled his tongue deeper and faster. Moans filled the room, mine equal parts pleasure and need.
My body felt like it was being pulled in twenty different ways. Every muscle was clenched. The anticipation of what was coming was driving me wild. His teeth scraped over my clit and I practically launched myself off the bed.
Hayes pulled back, a satisfied smirk on his lips. “Not yet,” he murmured, sliding up my body until we were face to face.
His hands caressed my sides, sending shivers through my entire body. I could feel the hard length of him pressing against my thigh, and my breath caught in my throat.
“Protection?” I managed to ask.
He reached over to the nightstand, retrieving a foil packet. Within moments, he was sheathed and positioned above me.
“Look at me,” he whispered, his dark eyes boring into mine.
As he slowly entered me, I felt every inch stretching, filling me completely. My back arched, a soft gasp escaping my lips.
“You feel incredible,” he murmured, pausing to let me adjust.
All I could manage was a soft moan.
“Tell me what you want,” he growled against my mouth before delivering a series of soft bites down my neck and jawline.
“I want you.” My voice was ragged and trembling with need. This was definitely going to be different than anything I’d experienced before but I trusted him to know what he was doing.
“Do you like it?” he asked huskily as he began to move in slow, deliberate strokes that made my entire body quiver.
“Yes,” I gasped, my nails digging into the muscles of his back.
He increased his pace, each thrust sending waves of pleasure cascading through me. The crackling fire and the soft jazz music enhanced the passion.
My legs wrapped tightly around his waist, pulling him deeper with each movement. Hayes dipped his head, trailing hot kisses along my neck and collarbone. His hands gripped the headboard, giving him leverage to move harder, faster.
“Dixie,” he groaned against my skin. “You feel incredible.”
I was beyond words, lost in a haze of sensation. My body began to tremble, that familiar tension building deep inside me. Hayes picked up the pace, his hips slamming against mine in perfect sync. My nails dug deeper into his skin as I held on for dear life.
“Come for me,” he demanded, his voice rough with need.
And I did. With a force that took me by surprise, my body convulsed around him as pleasure thundered through me.
He followed moments later, his body shuddering above mine as he emptied himself inside me.
For a few moments, we lay there, breathing heavily. It was perfect.
My heart raced in my chest as I stared up at the ceiling, twenty feet above me, and tried to process what had just happened.
What the hell had I done?
How was I supposed to move on from sex that good?
Hayes slipped out of bed and disappeared for a moment, returning with a glass of water. He handed it to me as I sat up, his fingers lightly trailing up my spine. The simple touch sent a shiver through me.
“Drink up,” he said, his voice low and laced with a teasing edge. “You’re going to need to hydrate before the next part.”
I choked on the first sip, coughing as I looked at him in disbelief. “Next part?”
He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he gave me that sly, hungry smile that had been my undoing from the moment I met him.
“You didn’t think we were done, did you?” he asked, leaning in to press a featherlight kiss to my collarbone.
I swallowed hard, my pulse quickening all over again. “You’re insatiable, aren’t you?”
“You bring it out in me.”
His response sent a new wave of desire pulsing through me, reigniting the fire that had barely begun to simmer down. I leaned back against the pillows, watching him as he moved around the room, his movements confident and teasingly slow. The flicker from the flames danced across his skin, casting shadows that played over his muscled torso.
Hayes turned back to me. “I’m only getting started with you,” he murmured, crawling back onto the bed. His fingers traced a path from my ankle up the length of my leg, sending tingles spreading across my skin.
I had no idea how I was going to survive the pleasure, but I was more than willing to try.