Be a Doll(43)

Breathing loud and fast, I didn’t try hiding the effect he had on me. It was a lost cause and that had no meaning. He already knew he could arouse me.

“Feel this, little wife?’’ he asked seriously, his voice so low it rumbled in my ears.

I licked my lips and he groaned. I couldn’t take anymore. I held onto his upper arms when my legs wobbled. The muscles under my hands were hard, unyielding and all the more enticing. My core tightened and my panties seemed to disintegrate.

My cheeks flamed at the signs of my arousal that made it impossible for me to ignore.

“Let me go,’’ I pleaded, but the way my voice sounded and the way I couldn’t stop my eyes from fixing on his mouth I knew I sounded more like I was begging for him to do the opposite.

“You make me so hard, Lila.’’ He traced my lower lip with his thumb, drying the last trace of moisture left by my tongue seconds ago. His frown deepened, but I knew the glint in his eyes had nothing to do with annoyance or anger. It was pure lust. “I want to throw away the empty plates and glasses and fuck you on the table until you scream my name. I want to take you against the tall windows and hope some fucker watches me fuck you good and hard.’’ He grabbed my chin between his fingers and tilted my head up, another inch closer to his mouth. “But most of all I want you to beg me to do those things to you and more.’’

Lost to his words and images they conjured up, forgetting who I was and who he was, ignoring the situation I was in, I only reacted. I closed my eyes and fisted the lapels of his Armani suit jacket. He didn’t need another word.

His mouth attacked mine, or maybe I was the one attacking him. I didn’t know. Didn’t care. I only felt.

His lips brushed mine with force, the kind of force born from days of pent-up sexual frustration and anticipation. His whiskers abraded my skin around my mouth so deliciously that I shivered and moaned in his mouth, opening for his tongue to slip inside and meet mine.

Even when we kissed we battled for dominance, but for that I was willing to let him have the upper hand. I sighed and went to my tiptoes as he deepened the kiss and ran his tongue along the roof of my mouth. His hands stayed on my face, caging me there, keeping me rooted there at his mercy and his kiss that robbed me of any common sense.

I was shaking. My hands fisting his suit jacket shook and pulled him closer until he groaned. The sound reached through the fog of lust and it was like throwing gasoline on a fire. My core tightened again as if the deepest part of me begged for his cock that was out of my reach. But then he groaned again, louder and with more desperation as his kiss turned more urgent.

That’s when my mind decided to start again.

I froze and pulled back, fighting against the pressure of Mathis’ hands to keep my face to his. His teeth nipped my lower lip and I gasped, my eyes opening and I locked on his. So dark that not even the small specks of gold were visible. All I perceived was a desire so strong it almost pushed me back to the fog of lust.

Almost.

This time when I put my hands flat on his chest and pushed, he let me go. His arms fell to his sides before he tucked his hands in his pocket, but not before I registered the shaking in them. His eyes never strayed from mine, but quickly distance grew to leave behind the cold man I knew he was most of the time.

I took a step back.

I blinked.

And then, I opened my mouth to say something, anything, but nothing came out. I was at a loss of words, my mind empty of anything but the memory of the sensations Mathis kissing me awakened in me. These sensations that would forever be burned inside me, sensations I had never felt before.

“Sex or sleep?’’ he asked darkly, his voice hoarse. “What will it be, Lila?’’

My breathing still too fast, I shook my head and took another step back. Gone was my composure. Gone was my poise. Gone was my bravado while facing my husband. There was only a young woman left behind, lost and short on sexual experience. If my strength deserted me and if I let go of the last thing I vowed to myself, I’d let my frustration lead me.

But I wouldn’t.

I had lost myself more than I ever thought I would over the years and Mathis Grimes gave me a chance to retain some of myself on our wedding day. A kiss wouldn’t change that. Not even if that kiss scrambled my brain, made me see stars and burned me from the inside out.

“Sleep.’’

Voice shaking and legs a little wobbly on my stilettos, I turned around before his body could lure me. I made my way to the bedroom. Through the buzzing in my ears I didn’t hear Mathis’ dress shoes telling me he was following me to our shared bedroom, but I felt his eyes on me, caressing my figure until I turned in the hall and disappeared from his sight.

Sometimes a kiss was just a kiss.

Sometimes a kiss announced changes.

That time, the kiss was my downfall.

***





MATHIS


As soon as she disappeared down the hall I dropped in the nearest chair and closed my eyes. My clothes stifled me and I craved throwing away my jacket and to unbutton my dress shirt and take off my tie, but I couldn’t move a damn muscle.

Never in my life had I felt so upside down after a simple kiss.

I had kissed many women, fucked countless meaningless women and never had I ever felt so bereft.

Lila might think that I had the power in that kiss, but what she didn’t realize was that she was the one with it. I had lost myself in that kiss, shredded everything I had carefully built to create the Mathis Grimes persona everybody knew and took at face value. In that kiss, there was only a man left, a man who would damn himself to fuck his wife.