Page 3 of Husband to Go

I turn to face him; our lips are close to touching. Almost instinctively, my legs open up, giving him all the access he needs.

Without lowering his eyes, his hand travels further and further up my leg. The couch pushes against my palms as I tense up, doing what I can to relieve the pressure. I’ve never doneanythinglike this, I swear. I’ve never had a man touch me so intimately in such a private place.

“Are you going to…?” I can’t even finish my thought. Oh, my cheeks are on fire. Thank god he can’t see how flushed I am in the darkness. I’m not totally inexperienced, but I haven’t done a lot either.

“Am I going to what?” he growls with that amused smile again. I don’t want to ask the question on my mind, so I make a substitution.

“What are you doing?” I ask breathlessly.

He doesn’t even hesitate.

“Whatever you want me to, pretty girl.” Those blue eyes search mine, and up close, I notice their pure cobalt color. They’re gorgeous, like lasers in the darkness of the club. I feel his fingers dig into my thigh, the power in him making me shiver deep inside.

We’ll do whatever I want.

But the real question is,what do I want?

I search his eyes for an answer. But they’re impossible to read, the deep blue stormy and yet soothing at the same time. I take a deep breath.

“Do you want to do something crazy?” I ask hesitantly.

I don’t know if it’s the alcohol, the music, or just his proximity, but I feel electric. I want every piece of this man as quickly as possible

“Crazy how?” he asks with that same half-smile.

“Well, we could…,” my hands come to my face because I don’t want tosayit. Even at my boldest, I can’t verbalize this overt behavior.

So instead, I kiss him. Grabbing the lapels of his jacket, I pull his lips down to mine, pressing my mouth against those perfectly-sculpted lips. He’s surprised at first, and unmoving, but then he takes charge and suddenly, I’m beingdevoured. He’s all over me, making me moan and whimper with desire as I’m truly kissed for the first time. Honestly, if his hands hadn’t seized my curves, I would have fallen off of this couch into a puddle of hormones, andthatwould have been awkward.

His chest vibrates as he presses into me, impossibly huge and broad. Absentmindedly, I bring my hand down to his lap, but I skate away, breathing hard, when I touch something rigid.

“Oh!” I exclaim. We break apart, and I look down to see the outline of his cock in his pants. Oh god. It’s massive. It extends so far down, that it practically reaches the crease in his trousers where his knee starts. How is this anatomicallypossible? Even more, how am I going to manage it?

Oh, shit.

The man lifts up my chin, looking deep into my eyes with that same amused half-smile. Something tells me that he’s used to women being shocked at his sheer size.

“Why don’t we take it slow?” he growls. The stranger moves his hand down to my neck and then over to the strap of my top. With a delicate touch, he pushes the thick strap off of my shoulder.

I somehow feel more naked even though my shoulder was already out. I shiver at the thought of what’s about to happen.

He kisses down my neck and over to my clavicle, and I moan a bit, tossing my head back. Licking a bit before chuckling, Mr. Handsome takes his lips away from my skin which makes me shiver. It’s what I wanted, but not really at the same time, if that makes sense. I just want him, and suddenly being left alone brings me to my senses. The club is dark, and people are still dancing away, but it suddenly feels like everyone’s watching us.

“Are people looking?” I whisper, shooting discreet glances at the dance floor.

He leans back in his seat, regarding me.

“Is that what you’re worried about?”

“Well,” I start. “I don’t want to get caught.” He chuckles softly.

“No one’s watching, sweetheart, I assure you.” I take a look over the club, and he’s right. Everyone is too enamored with whatever they’re doing to even throw a glance our way. And all my friends have scattered, making out with the random guys they’ve been flirting with tonight.

As a result, the only thing stopping me is myself.

And I don’twantto stop.

Taking a long and deep breath, I scoot myself onto his lap. His eyebrows arch with surprise, but then he smiles, pulling me close to that warm bulk. A big palm finds its way to my upper leg before he pauses.