He stops abruptly and turns to face me. “When did I ever give you the impression I thought you were useless?”
“On the contrary.” Danny leans closer, and I feel the warmth of his breath on my forehead. “I think you are sensational.”
His eyes move down to my parted lips like a lion stalking their next meal. My skin tingles in anticipation as I rise up on my tiptoes to inch closer to his face.
Enough word foreplay. I’m aching for him to destroy me, to rip me to pieces.
“I need to finish your tour,” he says softly.
He pushes open the door to reveal a vast country-style rustic master bedroom with high ceilings and an antique-looking chandelier hanging from the centre.
I gasp and do circles around the room.
My jaw drops as I look out onto the balcony offering unobstructed views across the River Thames.
“This is your view when you wake up,” I say to myself more than him.
“It’s more homely than I was expecting,” I murmur as I trail my slightly shaking hand over his oak furniture. “And so tidy. Do you even sleep here?”
I recognise the King size bed frame as a Chesterfield. I’m tempted to run and jump on it, but it’s been made with such precision I don’t want to ruin the work of art.
How many women have slept in that bed, I wonder?
Instead, I meander into an enclave of the bedroom.
“You have a walk-in wardrobe?” I stare at him incredulously, running my hand across the rows of expensive suits. He is a man of precision. All ties are neatly folded into position and colour coordinated. His shoes are lined up, each pair together. “This is the same size as my bedroom. Do you have a personal stylist as well as an interior designer?”
He leans against the doorway, enjoying my reaction. “I have a tailor that I go to.”
“This is why your suits are moulded to you like freaking Batman.”
“The ensuite?” I push open the second door beside the walk-in wardrobe, and he follows slowly behind me.
A freestanding white luxurious bath stands centerpiece, so clean it looks like it’s never been used, and a walk-in shower to the side with enough room to host an orgy.
How many women has he had in that bath? In that double shower?
It smells of him, but none of his products are on display. Where is all his clutter? Even the soap dispensers blend into the decor like art structures.
“Underfloor heating.” I curl my feet on the warm floor.
Taking up floor-to-ceiling space on one of the walls is a deluxe mirror with lighting bordering it.
He appears in the mirror behind me, his dark eyes holding mine, and I remind myself to breathe.
“Do you like what you see?” he whispers behind me, making the hairs on my neck stand to attention.
I can’t wait to have this man buried deep inside me.
“Yes.” I rasp. In the mirror, his eyes unashamedly watch my lips.
“See how breathtaking you are,” he says in a low growl, his breath tickling my ear.
I stand frozen, swallowing the nervous lump in my throat.
His hands possessively tighten around my hips.
“You’re driving me out of my fucking mind.” His voice is dark and husky, almost angry.
The mirror lighting throws shades on his jawline, making him look equally beautiful and predatory. This man is miles apart from any man I’ve been with before.
My breathing catches as he pushes away the hair from my shoulder and starts kissing my neck first softly, then with urgency and aggression.
He’s so tall he has to hunker down to reach my shoulders. His touch burns a trail down my neck, and I squirm restlessly against him, moaning.
I feel him grow and press against my lower back. I grind my backside into his cock, and he lets out a low groan.
His hands roam across my chest, finding my hardening nipples through my sweater.
“Hands up.” He murmurs against my neck, and I put both arms in the air as he pulls the sweater off. It tugs in his watch, and a thread unravels. “I’ll buy you a new one.”
I’m wearing a strappy top and a black lace bra. Watching in the mirror, he pushes the strappy top down to my stomach and unclips my bra so that my breasts fall loose.
His eyes bore hungrily into my naked chest in the mirror, a slow sexy smile lighting up his face.
His hands engulf my breasts, stroking and squeezing my rock-hard nipples, then travel down the front of my jeans. From behind me, he undoes my jean buttons. Gripping the tops of my jeans, he slides them down, pulling my panties with them also.
I lift my legs up and out of the jeans so that I’m standing completely naked in front of him.
His jaw drops open as he takes in my complete naked form looking at me like he’s never seen a naked woman. There’s so much hunger on his face it terrifies me.
Has anyone ever looked at me this way before?
“This doesn’t seem fair,” I murmur through a nervous laugh. “I’m naked and on display, and you are fully dressed.”
“It’s fair. I’ve waited so long to see this. To see you.”
His hands roam down between my inner thighs, and he pushes my legs apart.
Thank god I waxed. I flinch as he spreads my lips apart down there with his fingers, showing everything.
Something feral sounding escapes him.
“You shouldn’t have waited so long,” I whimper as he pushes a finger inside my wetness and starts massaging.
His jaw clenches. “We both know I’m not allowed to. I made a promise.” I cry out as he applies pressure against my clit from the inside.
“Yes… that’s good… keep going.” I gasp through ragged breath.