Faking Forever (First Wives #4)(75)

She kissed his chin, ran her teeth along his neck. It felt so right taking liberties with him. Perfect in every way.

“I want you alone, where I can peel you out of that dress like I’ve been fantasizing about ever since you took off that damn coat.” He reached into her coat, caught one nipple with his thumb, and continued to flick its tight bud. “I’m going to make these raw. And every time you see me, you’re going to get hard, just like this, with the memories of how I kissed them.”

She squirmed. “I brought a condom.”

He kissed her hard before setting her aside. “I brought three.”

The next thirty minutes were the longest in Shannon’s life.

Thankfully, the traffic home wasn’t nearly as bad as it was on the way out.

Victor handed the driver several bills and walked her up the path to her front door.

They made it through the door . . . barely.

Victor stopped her two feet inside and took the coat from her shoulders. “This dress is lethal.”

“Remind me to wear it often.”

His hands slid down her bare arms before his fingers traced her curves on the way back up. He kissed her shoulder and ran one finger on the inside of her dress. He caught the tape and gave it a little tug.

It stung, but her body heated with anticipation.

“Stupid tape.”

He kissed away the sting, his tongue dancing on the edge of her breast. “Lovely,” he said, sliding his teeth toward her nipple before taking it into his mouth.

The pathway between her breasts to the apex of her legs made her weak. “Don’t stop tonight,” she pleaded. “I want you inside of me. All of you.” Because the question of pregnancy had been brought up before, she assured him the best she could that it wouldn’t happen. “The timing is off for a baby. We’ll use the condom.”

He directed his kiss to her lips and silenced her. “I trust you, Shannon.”

She nodded and pulled at where his shirt tucked into his pants. She reached for him, found his skin warm.

Victor pulled his tie from his neck, unbuttoned the first few snaps, and then impatiently pulled the dress shirt over his head.

She’d seen this, covered in salt water in the ocean of the Yucatán. Now it was her turn to taste. So she did, while standing in the foyer of her home. Victor toed off his shoes, holding on to the wall while she dropped one kiss after the other on his chest.

Her hands slid lower.

Victor pushed his pelvis into her palm.

His hands moved around to the back of her dress and pulled down the zipper. With his teeth, he slid one arm out of the dress, and the other just fell away.

With a mountain of fabric pooled at her ankles, Shannon stood before him in lace panties and high heels. Instead of feeling naked, she felt liberated. It helped that Victor’s eyes swam with passion.

She took his hand, stepped out of the dress on the floor, and walked him to her bedroom.

He stopped her before she could turn around once they stood by her bed. His hands reached around her from behind, his palms cupped both breasts. “You’re perfect,” he whispered.

Am I? She felt that way with him talking the way he was, with his touch.

One of his hands moved lower, touching her through the only fabric covering her. “So ready,” he told her.

“I am.”

The room was dark, only the moon outside cast light into the space.

She felt Victor undoing his belt, his hand pinning her in place with slow, rhythmic motions that made it hard to stand.

“You like that?” he asked, one finger tracing inside her panties and coming away wet.

“Yes,” she murmured.

“Do you trust me?” he asked. A flick of his finger over her clit kept her from talking.

She nodded.

He dropped his pants to the floor.

He nudged her onto the bed, facedown. “Lean over here for me.”

Slowly she bent at her waist, her feet still in her fancy shoes, her bottom in the air.

She felt exposed, excited.

Victor stood behind her, she could feel him pushing against her underwear. His erection so close, but not there.

She pushed against him and he dropped a kiss between her shoulder blades. “You’re so damn beautiful, Shannon.”

Her hands clenched the bedding on both sides of her body. He might not be pinning her, but she didn’t have a lot of room to move and touch. No, Victor was doing that for the two of them.

He slid his cock past her opening and over the tiny bundle of nerves that made her crazy, and then repeated the motion, all through the cotton of her panties.

“Please,” she said when he’d worked her up but hadn’t filled what she needed.

He didn’t seem to be in a hurry, so Shannon reached between her legs and caught him with her hand. Victor dropped his head to her back before moving away briefly. She heard the wrapper of the condom, and when he came back, he moved her panties to the side but didn’t take them off. She lifted up for him, and he took her.

At first, her body didn’t know what to think. So full, so thick . . . so damn good.

“I’m a dead man,” he said from behind before he started to move.

She loved it, this feeling of being possessed by him, of having him guide her hips to meet his and the feel of his energy.

Victor took one hand and reached around, found her sex, and worked it with every stroke.