Chapter Fourteen #2
“You set up this meeting without my permission, but somehow you need my permission before you can have a seat?”
A quiet laugh slipped off her lips, and her eyes crinkled at the corners. As small as the gesture was, it shifted the atmosphere in the room to something I wasn’t ready to name. That force that always seemed to draw me to her was more powerful than ever.
I stood beside my table, watching her in the silence that followed. My gaze traced the curve of her mouth before dropping to the gentle swells on her chest.
A strange heat spread across my body, making my cock hard in my pants.
“It’s uhh…it’s rude to stare,” she said, her sweet voice slicing through the illicit thoughts taking shape in my head.
“You wouldn’t know I was staring if you weren’t staring back,” I answered.
“I wasn’t staring…I only felt your eyes on me.” She swallowed hard and looked away almost immediately.
I set my glass on the table and walked over to her with slow, measured steps. “I’m not gonna apologize for staring at you.”
She let out a quiet, nervous laugh. “Why won’t you?”
I stopped in front of her again, my gaze unwavering. “Because I only stare at beautiful women.”
Her throat bobbed subtly, and her breath hitched. Aria’s eyes dropped to the floor for a fleeting second, as if hiding her flushed cheeks. “I bet you’ve said that to countless women before me and have concluded that that line always works.” She raised her chin.
“I hate to break it to you, but you’re the first woman I’ve said this to,” I said, my eyes boring into hers.
“I don’t believe you,” she replied, her voice barely audible.
“You don’t have to,” I added. “But it’s the truth.” Everything in me was pushing me to hold her, pull her to myself, and kiss those lips so fervently.
But not yet. Not without her permission.
She drained the remaining champagne down her throat in one shot and lowered the glass. I collected the glass from her and set it on the table behind me.
In that proximity, neither of us said another word; we just stood there, staring into each other’s eyes. This wasn’t my first time being cozy with a woman, yet for some reason, my heart was pounding in my chest.
Her lips quivered as she held my gaze, a glint of desire flickering in her eyes. Her chest rose and fell with slow, measured breaths, her expression soft and vulnerable.
I dared to lean in, my face mirroring hers until our lips were inches apart. She didn’t push me away. Instead, she stood there, frozen in place, probably stuck between your lust and the urge to resist me.
Her fresh breath was warm against my skin, and the look in her eyes told me she wanted me as badly as I wanted her.
“Anton…” she breathed, searching my eyes as her hands settled on my chest.
“Do I make you uncomfortable?” I asked her in the same quiet tone she’d used on me.
“Kind of,” she whispered.
“I can step away if you want.” I reached out, tucking her hair behind her ear.
She flinched at my touch. Not with disgust or irritation. But with the kind of fear that indicated she wasn’t sure what would happen if I kept this up.
“What’re you doing?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
“I wanna kiss you,” I said directly and unapologetically.
She huffed—the nervous kind. “You’ve got some balls, Anton.”
“Truer words have been spoken.”
A pause.
“And if I say no?”
“Then I’ll back away.”
Another pause, her eyes still boring into mine as if searching for something.
“You claim you wanna kiss me, yet you keep your hands to yourself.”
A small grin lined a corner of my mouth. “I won’t touch you without your permission, Miss Bennett.”
“That’s a first.” Her brows slowly arched, and a hint of shock flashed across her gaze. “Most men don’t give a shit about permission.”
“This will sound cliché, but… I’m not like most men.”
Her cheeks flushed a faint shade of pink. “So you’re telling me that if I refuse you, you’ll back off?”
“Yes.”
Her gaze dropped to my groin like she was drinking in the shape of my boner. “Even with that already erect?”
“Yes,” I replied. “It doesn’t matter how badly I want you. If you don’t want me back, it’s not worth it.”
“Wow,” she murmured under her breath. “That’s…considerate.”
Aria took my hands and placed them both on her waist while staring into my eyes. “Does this count as giving you permission?” she whispered against my skin.
“It does,” I replied with the same tone.
Slowly, I pulled her to myself, the print of my erection brushing against her lap. She bit her lower lip, her chest heaving with labored breaths. I slid my hands down the low of her back and began massaging her ass.
Aria reached up to kiss me, and within the next second, our lips collided in a slow, heated kiss. Heads tilted to the rhythm of our passion as tongues invaded our mouths. She threw her arms around my neck and pulled her waist closer against my groin.
Our kiss deepened, her quiet moans sending shivers down my spine. I held her hips with one hand with the other, I dared to fondle her breasts over the fabric of her top. One at a time.
The more fervently we devoured each other’s lips, the more I felt my composure slipping away. In a split second, she broke the kiss and pulled away, her eyes wide with insatiable need.
She swallowed hard, chest rising and falling as she stared at me like she was fighting against her flesh. Her body was trembling with desire, and her blue eyes sparkled in a way I hadn’t seen before.
“Fuck it,” she murmured, reclaiming my mouth in an even more tense kiss.
Her fingers undid the buttons of my shirt with the kind of haste that made her miss a few. She slid her tongue between my lips, and I could taste the champagne on it. Breathless, our kiss deepened by the second as we shed each other’s clothes.
She took my shirt off and tossed it to the floor while I pulled her top over her head to reveal her red lacy bra. Her hands flew to her back, fingers unhooking her bra at an insane speed.
The fabric slid off her shoulders, exposing her perky, slightly sagging breasts. I pulled away from the kiss, drinking in those amazing swells and the twin peaks pointing at me.
“Gorgeous,” I whispered, grabbing her pants by the waistband.
She reclaimed my lips, her palms caressing my torso. I unzipped her jeans, and the button popped open. When I dipped my hand inside, she let out a throaty moan in my mouth—a sound that accentuated my hunger.
She was warm down there, her panties already soaking wet. She rubbed the print of my cock over my pants, undid the single button, then inserted her hand, her fingers closing around my dick.
I shifted her panties to the side and slid my middle finger deep inside her cunt. She broke the kiss and tipped her head backward as a series of soft purrs left her lips. She stroked my length inside my pants while her legs parted slightly, allowing me better access.
In a heartbeat, I lifted her into the air, her legs locking around my waist. She lowered her head, and her blond hair cascaded down her face as she kissed me again.
Driven by the insatiable need coursing through my veins, I carried her over to my desk and set her down on the table. I knocked off the books beside my laptop, freeing up some space on the smooth surface.
She spread out her legs, pulling me between them without breaking our kiss. I reached for her gentle swells, fondling and squeezing as she withdrew my cock from my pants.
I bent over, taking her twin peaks in my mouth, one at a time.
“Uhh, yes,” she moaned, arching her back and lifting her head slightly.
She stroked me with one hand and fisted my hair with the other.
The more I sucked those perky breasts, the more her moans intensified. I squeezed them, molded them, and sucked on them as if my life depended on it.
Aria’s delighted cries were music to my ears, and the feeling of her fingers rubbing my cap was electric. She focused on the tip, pleasuring me in a way that made my legs tremble.
I grabbed the waistband of her jeans and began tugging them down. She gripped the edge of the table for support, lifting her hips slightly off the surface. I yanked down her jeans, together with her red panties, and tossed them to the ground.
Fuck, I thought to myself, taking a moment to admire the work of art before me.
Her bare body did something to me that I had no name for yet. And it felt like it was my first time seeing a woman’s nakedness, even though it wasn’t.
“You’re beautiful.” I didn’t mean to say it out loud, but obviously, I wasn’t in control of anything anymore.
Her cheeks flushed, and her eyes sparkled with something dark and primal. I stepped forward, my hands tracing the curve of her body, reveling in the smoothness of her glowing skin.
I kissed her lips some more, pulling her closer to me as she shoved her tongue in my mouth. My hand traveled down to her cunt again, and I fingered her for a moment before tearing my lips off hers and slowly going down on my knees.
Her breath caught, her chest heaving with anticipation as she stared down at me. I spread out her legs, my palms caressing her inner thighs as I gently kissed the skin around her shaved pussy.
She gripped the edge of the table, as if bracing herself for what was about to happen. Settled on my knees with my face between her thighs, I glanced at her, savoring the expression on her face. Her lips were quivering, her eyes wide with desire.
Without breaking eye contact, I swiped my tongue along her wet entrance and watched her tremble.
“Oh, my God,” she breathed, muscles stiffening as she gripped the table’s edge more tightly.
Her eyes rolled backward in pleasure, her legs shuddering in the air.
“You like that?” I asked, staring right at her while teasing her wet pussy with the tip of my tongue.
She nodded quickly, holding my gaze with the vulnerability of a woman who had surrendered to my will.
“Say it.”
“I like it,” she whispered.
“Good girl.” My lips curled into a self-satisfied grin.
I buried my face between her thighs and began eating her properly.
“God, that feels so good,” she confessed, her voice dripping with need.