Four Week Fiance (Four Week Fiance #1)(70)

"Okay," she said and nodded. "I don't know how air can be rife with sexual tension," she said with a slight edge to her voice.

"Oh?" I said and raised an eyebrow at her. I sat next to her on the couch, so close that our thighs were rubbing against each other. I placed my hand on her shoulders and ran my fingers down the slight of her back. Mila shifted again, trying to stop my touch, but she didn't get off of the couch. "I remember I touched her, my fingers fleeting on her body, not even touching her skin. That didn't matter though, because she still wanted me."

"You sure think a lot of yourself," she said, her voice soft as she stood still.

"I remember that I touched her leg." My hand moved from her back to her thigh and my fingers moved gently up and down, enjoying the slight trembling of her muscles as she sat there waiting to see what was going to happen next. "I remember that her legs parted slightly," I said as I gazed into her eyes and smiled as her legs parted involuntarily. "She wanted me to touch her. She wanted me to feel how wet she was for me already."

"She sounds like a slut." She swallowed hard, her eyes not leaving mine. She froze as my fingers ran higher up her thigh, close to her private place, the place I knew was burning in need for me.

"She wanted me to touch her." I ignored her comment, knowing she was trying to diffuse the situation. "And I very badly wanted to touch her."

"So why didn't you?" she said. I could see her eyes gazing at my fingers and she sighed slightly, the sound coming out as a soft moan. I felt myself growing harder as I sat there, teasing her with my words.

"I needed to make sure that she knew that the moment was special," I said and removed my hand from her legs.

"I see," she said stiffly as she sat back and looked away.

"That night was special because I played her a song. A song that had special meaning to me."

"What song?" she asked.

" ‘Let Her Go’ by Passenger," I whispered. I pressed play on my phone and the song started playing through my speaker via Bluetooth in the room.

"You didn't have to play it," she said and I grabbed her hand.

"I had to play it," I said simply. "Then I took her hand and held it," I said. "I caressed her fingers and then sucked on them gently, one by one." I took her pinky finger and put it in my mouth and sucked. She gasped as she stared at me, but she didn't pull away. I pulled her pinky finger out of my mouth and pulled her up off of the couch with me.

"What are you doing, TJ?" She gasped.

"I'm going to tell you what happened next," I said and unbuttoned my shirt slowly before pulling it off and throwing it on the floor. "Put your hands up," I said to her and took a step forward.

"Why?" she said, her eyes widening.

"Because the next part of the story has to be shown to be believed."

"TJ." She gulped. "I don't know what you're saying."

"Yes, you do," I said as I nodded. "You know exactly what I'm saying."

"TJ." She shook her head. "I don't."

"Go to my closet drawer and get the handcuffs and then come back."

"What handcuffs?" she said and blushed. As if she could have forgotten!

"The handcuffs we’re going to use tonight."

"Where?" She looked shocked. "Here?"

"No." I laughed. "That would be way too easy, Mila. You should know by now that I'm anything but easy."

"So where?" she said.

"Go and get the handcuffs and then come back to me."

"You think you're hot stuff, don't you?" She glared at me. "You think you can just boss me..." She stopped talking as I pulled her towards me and kissed her hard.

"Put your hands up," I commanded as I pulled away from her. She put her hands up obediently and I smiled as I pulled her top off. "You can keep your bra on for now."

"Why, thank you." She rolled her eyes at me.

"Go and get the handcuffs," I said as I stared at her beautiful body. "And then come back to me."


"What are you going to do?" she asked softly, gazing at me in wonder.

"I'm going to do all of the things that your brother, your father, your grandfather have worried about."

"What things?" She gazed at me with her mouth half open.

"I'm going to take you to new heights." I smiled at my apt choice of words. "I'm going to possess your body and soul and I'm going to make you come so hard that you'll wonder how you can ever survive without me inside of you."

"TJ." She blushed.

"You'll be screaming my name a lot louder than that." I smirked at her. "You'll be screaming my name into the wind as the city sleeps, and you’ll wonder if you'll survive the passion of the night."

"TJ, I thought this story was meant to be about your sexiest night."

"Oh, it is." I grinned at her. "And it's about to start right now." I licked my lips slowly and I growled as she reached over and touched me. "Tonight, I'm going to make you believe that your body was made for me and me alone. Tonight, my dear Mila, I'm going to show you just how dark and dirty I can be." I spoke lightly and stared at her, wondering if she knew just how true my words really were. Tonight Mila would see just how this man of the night rolled. Tonight Mila would see that being with me was not just about fun and games. Tonight Mila would soar and I would be there with her. I just hoped that what was about to happen wouldn't scare her too much. “Go to your room, take off your panties and your bra. Put on a skirt and a top, grab the handcuffs and then come back out to me,” I said and stood back, waiting for her to do as I said.