Page 41 of Auctioned To Be Mine

“I’ll drive you,” he said.

“You don’t have to. I can call an Uber.”

We walked through the house in silence. It was enormous and beautiful and somehow still managed to feel like a home. There were books on the shelves that looked actually read. A guitar propped against the wall in the hallway that I hadn’t noticed on the way in. There was so much to see and learn about him.

But I was a coward.

He grabbed his keys from the entry table and reached past me to open the front door.

That was when it happened.

He reached for the door handle and his arm brushed mine. I could smell his cologne again and my brain went completely offline. It just shut down and left me with nothing but desire.

I looked up. He was already looking down at me. His eyes dropped to my lips.

And then I decided to throw caution to the wind. I could go home and sit in my apartment and think about what I could have done. But I didn’t want to do that.

I rose to the tips of my toes and kissed him. He didn’t move. He seemed surprised for about half a second. Then his hand came up to my jaw and I was lost. I knew exactly what I was going to do. And judging by the way he was kissing me, he wanted it as well.

His mouth was urgent against mine, his fingers sliding back into my hair. I made a sound against his lips that made me blush but I didn’t care.

He walked me backward without breaking the kiss. My back met the door with a soft thud. His body followed, pressing against mine, one hand braced against the door beside my head, the other still cradling my jaw. I grabbed the front of that hideous polo shirt with both hands and pulled him closer, which made him groan low against my mouth.

“Victoria,” he said against my lips.

“Don’t talk,” I said.

He laughed, and then he kissed me again. A wave of heat crashed through my body.

His mouth was hot and demanding, his tongue sweeping against mine as he pressed me backward. I could feel every hard line of him, every muscle, every ridge, including the growing bulge in his pants that pressed against my stomach.

“Victoria,” he murmured, but I didn’t want words. I wanted him.

His hands slid down my body, tracing my curves. His fingers found the hem of my dress, tugging it up until it was bunched around my waist. I gasped as his palms skimmed up my bare thighs, his thumbs tracing circles on my skin that sent shivers up my spine.

His mouth left mine, trailing hot kisses down my neck. Then he dropped to his knees in front of me and looked up at me, those green eyes dark with desire. I saw a question there. I nodded. I wanted all of it. All of him.

He hooked his fingers in the waistband of my panties and slowly pulled them down. I stepped out of them, my heart pounding in my chest. He dropped to his knees and pulled off one heel and then the other. And then my panties were gone. My heart raced. The fire in his eyes burned hotter.

Oh god.

I knew what was coming but I was not prepared when he lifted one of my legs over his shoulder.

I braced myself against the door as he leaned in, his breath hot on my most intimate place. He ran his tongue up the length of me, slow and deliberate. I cried out at the sudden rush of pleasure. He did it again, and again, each lick sending jolts of electricity through my body. When he circled my clit, sucking gently, I thought I might collapse from the intensity of it all.

But he didn’t let me fall. He held me steady as he brought me to the edge with his mouth, his tongue working magic. Just as I was about to tumble over the edge, he pulled back, looking up at me with a wicked grin.

He stood up slowly and pulled out a condom from his wallet. He held it in his teeth as he undid his pants. I was slumped against the wall, my core throbbing. He’d taken me to the edge and left me wanting. He kicked off his shoes and his eyes locked on mine with the cockiest smile I’d ever seen.

And damn was it sexy.

I reached behind me and fiddled with zipper of my dress. It cost too much money to get… messy. I managed to get the zipper down and stepped out of the dress while he stripped. We were in the entryway of his massive house—naked.

And then he was rolling on the condom.

“Here?” I asked breathlessly.

He stepped into my space again. My pulse throbbed in my neck.