Julia
My questions about Van's past faded as lust and yearning filled the void. One by one, my articles of clothing disappeared until I was left fully exposed, completely vulnerable to Van's ministrations. The cold tile wasn't the only cause of the goose bumps peppering my flesh or the hardness of my n*****s. He sat back on his heels, perched between my legs.
The earlier dullness in his orbs was gone. Van's gaze sizzled with the heat of his desire. “I need you to trust me."
“I do."
He offered me his hand. I stared for a minute, unsure why he'd stopped the foreplay. My core pulsated with unmet need as I laid my hand in his. As I stood, he led me back to my chair.
“I don't understand," I admitted.
His lips came to the sensitive skin of my neck and lower to my collarbone. “Sit and le
