Haze(33)

"You're so perfect." His lips trace a path along my cheek. "I've thought about this for days."

I want to say something in return; something poetic and thoughtful so that his memory will cling to this night just as long as mine will. I doubt that's possible.

I will never forget the scent of his skin as he bows his head to brush his lips across my neck. I will never forget the softness of his hair as I wrap my fingers through it and I'm never going to forget how it will feel to come beneath his touch.

He pulls back just enough that it tugs a whimper from somewhere deep within me. My hand darts to my mouth, my cheeks flushing instantly with the knowledge that my body is responding to him on a basic, primal level.

"You're going to think I say this…" he stops himself mid-thought to lean forward to kiss me softly. "You looked so beautiful when you walked into the bar tonight, Isla. I've never wanted to touch a woman more."

The words push me back on my feet but his arms circle me, holding me in place.

"You want me," I say breathlessly, realizing that it sounds more like a question than a statement.

His lips press hard against mine in response. I push my body into his, wanting to lessen the distance. My hands jump to his chest, my fingers fumbling aimlessly for the buttons.

"No," he whispers the word into our kiss. "Turn around."

I ignore his words. In my desperation to feel his skin touching mine, I grab hold of his tie, pulling at it, trying to wrench the knot free.

His hands are on mine before I have time to think. He bites my bottom lip, his tongue immediately tracing a path over the spot to soothe it.

I step back, not just from the sudden burst of pain but from the action. My fingers jump to my lip, instinctively covering what I know will be a swollen bruise.

"That hurt," I say softly. "You hurt me."

He steadies his stance as he cradles my chin in his hand tilting my head back so our eyes meet. It's then that he leans forward, his breath a soft whisper against my ear. "That's a prelude of what's to come, Isla. Tell me if you want me to stop. Just say the word."

I take a half step back wanting the distance to catch my breath as much as to look in his eyes. "Haze."

"Haze?" His brow furrows. "What is haze?"

I felt it the moment I saw him in the boutique. That feeling only intensified when I was alone with him in his office and he stood next to me. When I was in his lap in the car, he wanted me. His body couldn't hide his desire. It was there in the way he touched my thighs. I could sense it in his kiss. He's offering exactly what I want.

I exhale softly as I look up and into his eyes. "Haze is my safeword. If it's too much and I want you to stop, I'll say it."

The growl that emanates from him almost drives me to my knees. It pushes him to his and as he turns me towards the glass, hikes my dress up to my hips, and slowly pulls my panties off, I know that my life will never be the same again.

***

"Brace yourself," he says in a deep, firm tone; his voice the only sound in the room.

I lean my cheek into the cool glass of the window. I can feel his breath on my tender flesh. I've felt exposed with lovers before but it's never been like this. I'm standing in my heels, my * on ripe display with his mouth and tongue so close. He's so close I can feel every movement of his lips when he speaks.

"You're beautiful, Isla." His tongue slowly grazes my smooth folds. "You're so wet. You've been wet all night, haven't you?"

"I've been wet since you walked into the boutique weeks ago."

I feel quick movement behind me as he rises to his feet and pulls down the zipper at the back of my dress before he yanks it over my head and tosses it on the floor. "You wanted me then? It was the day you propositioned me."

I nod my head as a meek, "yes," falls from my lips. I push back, feeling his rock hard cock pressing into my ass through the fabric of his pants.

"Tell me what you were going to do." His fingers trace a path around my bare nipples before he pinches first the right, and then the left, hard.

"Ah, please." I rub my thighs together, my right hand dropping from the glass to my *.

His shoes kick at my feet, forcing them farther apart as his hand grabs my wrist, pushing it back to the window. "Keep your hands on the glass or I'll tie them behind your back."

I move them both quickly towards my thighs.

He reacts instantly. His hands find mine, pulling them back up. "Don't do that. I mean it."

"I want it. I want you to tie me up."

"Christ," he mutters into my neck as he grinds himself into me. "This is too much. You're too much."

My cheeks heat as I feel his body pressed against mine. I lean forward, resting my forehead against the glass.

"Tell me," he hisses. "Tell me what you were going to do that first day. If you came to my office tell me what would have happened."

I turn my head to the left to catch sight of his face. The sweat on his upper lip matches the want in his eyes. He's as lost to this as I am.

"I'll show you," I offer with a raise of my brow. "I want to show you."

His eyes close briefly as he swallows hard. "No, not tonight."

"Please," I whine, wanting to show him.