His Call (7 page)

“But you di
d. Earlier. When you found out. You left then.”

There’s so much fear in her eyes.
Oh, sweetheart.

“Because I was a kind o
f angry I never want you to see,” I say softly. “But it wasn’t at you. Not entirely, anyway. Most of it was at her, and if you hadn’t sent Tyler after me, I just might have found her apartment and done something incredibly stupid.”

“I’m sorry.”
She hugs me tightly, and I roll us onto our sides. I tuck her into my body, holding her so tight that I’m afraid I may snap her.

I know how sorry she is. It’s in every unsaid word and every unshed tear.

“I know. We’ll talk some more in the morning, okay? Get some sleep now.”

“Never go to sleep on an argument,”
she mutters. “That’s what my mom always taught me. You sort it out first.”

“Bambi, we’re not arguing. Not even close.”
I gently sweep my thumb over her eyelids, making her close her eyes, and rest one of her arms over my waist. She flattens her hand against my back, splaying her fingers. “Now we’re going to go to sleep together and wake up the same way, today and every day. Understand?”

She buries her face into my neck with a nod.
“I don’t deserve you.”

That thought is so absurd, and I almost laugh as I kiss her head.
“And I don’t deserve you, so I guess we’re even. Goodnight, sweetheart.”

I shut the door behind me and leave the keys on the table next to me. The house is completely silent—bar Dayton singing quietly upstairs. My lips curve into a gentle smile, and I pause at the bottom of the stairs, just listening to her slightly out-of-tune voice ramble the words of some song.

I can barely believe she’s mine
, this unbelievably gorgeous woman. After everything we’ve been through, sometimes I have to touch her to make sure she’s real and not a figment of my imagination. That this time, we’re getting it right, with no secrets or lies.

This is nothing but me and the woman I have
loved for as long as I remember in our Parisian hideaway.

I
quietly walk upstairs, my eyes on the cracked-open bedroom door the whole time. Her voice fades into a low hum in another tune I don’t recognize. I flatten my hand against the door and push silently, stepping into the room.

My gaze tumbles over her body. She’s lying on her front in the middle of the bed with her dark hair falling over her shoulders, her knees bent and swinging back and forth behind her.

But that’s not what is holding my attention. That would be the red lace molded to her body and the round curve of her bare ass. The black stockings with a red seam running up the back of her legs. My dick hardens at the sight of her and she hasn’t even registered my presence yet. I take advantage of this and the fact she’s facing away from me as I slip off my shoes.

I cross the room on tiptoes and jump onto the bed over her. Dayton screams and attempts to roll over, but I grab her wrists and hold her down where she is.

“Well, hello there.” I drop a kiss to her bare shoulder, and she relaxes.

“Aaron, you bastard. You scared the shit out of me.” She flicks her legs up and nudges me in the back with curled toes.

I smile against her skin. “I’m sorry. My first instinct was to jump on you when I saw you.”

She turns her head to the side
, and I lean back so she can meet my eyes. “Oh, you like this, then?” She wriggles, her ass rubbing against my cock doing nothing for the throbbing erection I possess. “It’s just something I threw on.”

“Like it? I was wondering when you were going to wear this for me.” I release her wrists and let her roll over.

She looks up at me with dark eyes full of seduction and runs her hands up my arms. “I wasn’t going to make you wait too long. It was expensive, after all.”

My eyes flit to the way the outfit pushes her gorgeous tits together
, and I palm one gently. “It was worth every penny,” I murmur, dropping my face to hers.

She takes my sweeping kiss
, and her tongue meets mine thrust for thrust. Her fingers tangle in my hair, and I groan, firmly squeezing her breast.

“Were you planning to seduce me, Miss Black?”

She gasps when I run my lips down her neck and nip lightly. “Whatever gives you that idea, Mr. Stone?”

A primal thrill runs through me like it always does when she says my name.

“The red lace… The string panties… The stockings… You’re just missing a pair of red heels.”

“It can be arranged.”

I get off of her and pull her into a sitting position. “Not can be. It has been. Get your ass off this bed and put those heels on, Dayton. And this is not a demand.”

She sighs, swinging her legs over the side of the bed, and shoots a flirty glance over her shoulder as she saunters to the closet. “Gosh, I love your requirements.”

My lips curve into a smirk, and I watch her put the shoes on. “And I love how you’re always so willing to fulfill them.”

Dayton walks to me, temptation embodied, and her own lips,
which are coated in red, mirror mine. “Always, as long as you never ask me nicely.”

Her hands rest on my shoulders
, and I grasp her waist. I tug her harshly to me so that she falls to her knees on the bed. Given that her ass is touching her heels and I’m kneeling up, her head is tilted back slightly so she can look up at me.

I love seeing her on her knees. There’s only one thing wrong with this
—and if she doesn’t want to be asked nicely, I’m happy to oblige. More than fucking happy to.

I bend my face to hers and kiss her harshly. “Get off this bed and go to the window.”

She does as I say without another word. Without her usual sass or snark. I follow her to the large bay window and unbuckle my pants. Her tongue flicks across her lips, her eyes following the movement of my fingers, and I grow even harder.

I slide my boxer briefs and pants down in one swift movement and sit on the seat beneath the window. I motion for her to come over, and when she’s standing in front of me, I reach up and wrap my hand around the back of her neck. She bends forward, bringing her face to mine, her breathing erratic.

“Get on your knees.”

I ease her down, my hand still curved around her neck, and she looks at me expectantly. She knows what I’m going to say
—that is evident by the naughty yet wanting spark in her eyes—but she wants to hear the words.

She loves words. I’ve noticed that. If I tried hard enough, I could probably bring her to orgasm with them alone.

“Now,” I say slowly, grasping her wrist and bringing her hand to my dick. “Wrap those pretty little lips around my cock and suck me until your throat is raw.”

Her lips quirk before she wraps her fingers around me and opens her mouth. I close my eyes at the first flick of her tongue across my head. She closes her lips around me and draws me into her mouth in one long suck.

She works me easily yet intensely, her hand twisting in time with the bobbing of her head as she takes me ever deeper into her throat. My hand makes its way into her hair and fists the silky locks. My other hand stays firmly clenched around the edge of the seat, letting her keep to her own rhythm and pace.

And fuck. This woman can tease my cock into rock. She runs her tongue up the length of my shaft and looks up. I meet her eyes and groan loudly. Her red lips around my dick truly is my favo
rite sight.

When I feel as if I can take no more of the s
weet heat of her mouth around me, I pull her head back and her to a standing position.

For the first time since seeing it, I berate this outfit. The coverage of it means there’s a small strip of skin above the tiny panty line stretching over her hips, and I have to dip my head to kiss her there. I palm her tight ass with one hand to hold her to me and massage one of her tits with the other. My lips brush over her exposed skin, and I hear her sigh.

“Wet, baby?” I ask against her. My fingers creep over her ass and slip between her legs. It answers my question. Yes, she’s wet. She has fucking soaked this excuse for a pair of panties. “These are coming off.”

I tug them down her legs and she steps out of them. She rakes her fingers through her hair
, and I look up at her, dipping the tip of my finger inside her pussy. Her legs twitch as she opens them slightly, and I stand.

We spin at my insistence, and I bring her hands to the buttons on my shirt. She undoes them one by one and slides the light material down my arms.

I brush my thumb across her cheek, down her neck, across the curve of her tits… “Get on your knees.”

“Again?” she quips.

“Smartass.” I grab her shoulders, turn her so she’s facing the window, and bring my mouth to her ear. “Get on your knees and rest your elbows on that seat.”

Her chest hitches just before she moves. But she does.

“Open your legs.”

Her ass jerks as she slides her knees across the carpet. “Like this?” she asks almost breathlessly.

I kneel behind her and spread her ass cheeks with my hands, my eyes falling on her glistening cunt. “Yes. Just like that, baby.”

I flick my tongue against her folds without a warning. She tastes so fucking sweet. A long, low moan escapes her lips when I lick a slow path from her asshole to her clit, putting pressure on that swollen, tender bundle of nerves.

“Like that?” I ask against her.

“Mhmm,” she moans back, arching her back so her ass tilts up and I have even easier access to her pussy.

I lick her harder, delighting in every whimper and moan that comes from her mouth and every writhe and wriggle of her hips. I circle her clit firmly, and when her cries escalate, signaling her impending orgasm, I stop.

“What
—”

I push my cock inside her before she can finish her sentence, and she throws her head back. She mumbles something unintelligible.

“How long were you wearing this before I returned?” I question, holding myself deep inside her. “Answer, Dayton.”

“I changed when you left.”

“So two hours?”

“Yes,” she breathes.

I slowly ease out of her and slide my hand up her back to her hair. Soft. Silky. Perfect for wrapping my fingers in and tugging on.

Her head arches back when I do just that.

“Two hours in this sexy-as-fuck outfit and you didn’t tell me.” I tsk, continuing my slow, easy thrusts into her. “I should carry on fucking you like this to punish you for that.”

“Punish me? Oh!”

“Yes. For wearing this and not telling me. I know you hate it slow. You like it hard and fast, don’t you, baby?”

She clenches her hands into fists. “No. Hate it hard.”

I flatten my hand against her stomach and lean against her back. I nip her shoulder with my teeth. “You’re a dirty liar, Ms. Black.”

“Would you like me to beg for it hard and fast, Mr. Stone? Would that make up for not telling you about this little red number?”

“No. Convince me you hate it hard and I might just be persuaded.” I twist her head to the side and pull out of her, leaving only the head of my cock buried inside her hot, wet pussy.

“Worst thing ever. Not great at all. I much prefer it slow. Mhmm.”

I thrust into her quickly and I’m rewarded by a high-pitched squeak from her lips. “Oh, yes. I can hear how much you despise it when I fuck you hard.”

“You’re playing with me, Aaron.”

“I enjoy playing with you very much.” I circle her clit with my thumb. “And you enjoy it also.”

“You know, you can fuck without talking.”

I remove my hand, grasp her hips before digging my fingers in, and pick up the pace. Her pussy walls clench around my cock, making her even tighter, and the slight gyrate to her hips meets my thrusts. But no sounds leave her lips, no whimpers, no moans, no sighs.

“We can fuck without talking
—you’re correct—but you much prefer it when I whisper dirty things in your ear, don’t you, Dayton?” I lean back so I can enter her farther. “You much prefer it when I tell you I love the way your cunt tightens around me, how wet you get, how easily my cock slips inside you. You much prefer hearing how gorgeous your ass looks bouncing in front of me as I fuck you hard.” My palm connects with her ass, and she moans. “Don’t you?”

“Yes,” she whimpers. “I do.”

Good. I much prefer telling her how fucking hard she gets me, how hard I want to fuck her, how fucking gorgeous she looks bent over before me.

So I do.
I lean forward, resting my hands next to hers on the seat, and whisper all those things in her ear. Until her cries reach a crescendo and her pussy clenches hard, pulling my own release from me.

I spill into her in short, hot spurts, and her name
repeatedly tumbles from my lips. My body is shaking with the intensity of our release, and I link my fingers through hers. I sit up, pulling her back with me, and wrap our arms around her stomach.

Dayton drops her head back onto my shoulder
, and I turn my face into her. She shivers when my lips brush her neck and reaches back to cup the back of my head.

“Wow,” she breathes, laughter creeping through into her voice. “If I knew that would happen, I would have worn that outfit weeks ago.”

I laugh quietly. “Oh, baby, that’s one outfit you can wear whenever you want. In fact, I’ll be offended if you aren’t wearing it when I get home every day.”

She laughs loudly and shakes my arms off. She climbs off me and turns, grinning, laying her hands on my shoulders. “I’m not here to be your sex slave, Mr. Stone. Whether you require it or not.”

I grab her wrist and pull her down, falling backward onto the floor. Her laughter is magical as she falls with me, and my lips curl into a happy smile. Being like this with her, so happy and free, gives me a light feeling I haven’t felt in a long time.

“Really? You’re not? I thought that was the agreement!”

She slaps my chest. “You pig. You are supposed to love me and cherish me.”

I raise an eyebrow, sensing
that there’s more.

“And fuck me whenever you can.”

“That comes under the loving and cherishing. It’s a given, baby. And since I plan to love you and cherish you every single day…” I trail off, grinning up at her, and let her fill in the blanks.

She smiles, amusement dancing in her gorgeous eyes as she gets up. “You little word-twister, you.”