Free Touch Me by Jenika Snow

words, the scent of him,
and her own arousal.
    “I
want to slip my hand under this dress and touch you.” He leaned in closer. “I
bet you’re wet.” He closed his eyes and rested his forehead against hers. “God,
just thinking about how wet you could be between your thighs has me so hard.”
    Her
mouth went dry, and she parted her lips, trying to breathe, or maybe trying to
respond.
    “Stop
thinking you’re so unattractive, because you are the most beautiful woman in the
world to me.”
    She
swore her heart stopped beating.
    He
grabbed her wrist in a firm, but gentle hold and put her open palm right over
his big, hard erection. He leaned toward her face again, pushed her hair aside,
placed his mouth right by her ear and said, “If I didn’t find you so damn
attractive, I wouldn’t get this hard just looking at you.”
    She
turned her head slightly to look at him.
    “I
don’t mean to be so crude around you, or in what I say, but I can’t help myself
with you, Freya.”
    “I
kind of like the crudeness, Elijah,” she whispered.
    “God,
sweetheart,” he said and closed his eyes, breathing harshly. He took a step
back. “I feel like tearing away your clothes and just devouring you.” His voice
was a harsh growl, like an animal barely able to control himself.
    She
placed her hands on the cool mirror behind her, bracing herself, stabilizing
herself because if not she would have fallen to her knees.
    This
man was going to be the death of her, but what a way to go.

Chapter
Ten
     
    The next weekend
     
    Elijah
stared at Freya and knew that he needed to get his libido under control, but
seeing her in that emerald green gown, with the plunging neckline, and the way
she was so fucking gorgeous, had all control slipping away. His pulse beat in
his dick as he watched the way her breasts rose and fell from her breathing.
She was looking out the window in the back of the limo. He could have driven
them to the gala, but the fact was he wanted to have an unobstructed view of
her in the dress. That, and the fact everyone attending the gala would be
chauffeured to the event.
    He
felt perspiration start to line his temple and the length of his spine. God,
she was so damn curvy, so sexy and gorgeous in a way she didn’t even realize,
in a way she’d never understand.
    “You
are so beautiful,” he said, not able to stop himself. She turned to face him,
her cheeks turning red as she blushed.
    “Thank
you, and you look incredible in that tux.”
    He
smiled at her sweetness.
    It
wasn’t just about wanting to have her in his bed, and wanting her in every
possible way. It was about just having her by his side. Whatever it was about
Freya set his blood on fire and made him want a relationship, a marriage … a
family.
    Reaching
out Elijah took her hand in his. He wanted to show her how much he desired her,
how much he cared about her. Elijah brought her hand to his mouth and kissed
her fingers while gazing into her eyes.
    “I
care about you, Freya.”
    She
smiled and looked down, as if embarrassed. “I care about you, too.”
    He
pulled her forward until she sat on the seat beside him, facing him fully. Oh,
he wasn’t lost to the way her body responded to him, at how her chest rose and
fell, at the way her pupils dilated, and the fact her lips were redder from the
blood flow under the surface of her skin. She was aroused, that was clear, but
then again so was he.
    Her
lips were parted, and her breath came out in fast little pants. He imagined
taking hold of the little zipper on the side of her dress and slowly bringing
it down, exposing her creamy flesh. He could have her naked faster than either
of them could even realize, but he’d never force anything on her, never force
her to go faster than she was ready to.
    Elijah
wanted to savor every inch of her, wanted to memorize every part of her
gorgeous body. He wanted her like a man that was possessed and needed to claim
what was his. And she was his, every part of her.