Page 25 of Scandalous Contract

The warmth of his body seeped into my skin, setting off a chain reaction of awareness. His scent wrapped around me:clean, rich, masculine. With each inhale, I breathed him in. He was so close that I knew he could feel my exhales against his neck.

I watched his jaw tighten, his shoulder tense. His grip tightened around the seatbelt as he gave it a tug. I squirmed a little in my seat, trying to get my pussy better situated. Men weren’t the only ones who had toadjustthemselves when aroused.

Moving slowly, he pulled the seat belt across me. The act shouldn’t have been arousing as hell. But Julian Cattaneo had a way of turning everything into a sexual innuendo, even this. He pulled the belt over my chest, his knuckles skimming the curve of my breasts.

I nearly gasped as a spark of arousal sizzled straight to my core. He was moving so slowly, his knuckles teasing me so subtly until they actually roamed over my nipple. I inhaled sharply as Julian paused for a moment, hand frozen in place.

His eyes, which had been glued to the belt, moved to my face. Our gazes connected, and I had to remind myself to breathe before I passed out. Eyes on mine, he let the belt retract a little, then tugged it again, his knuckles rubbing over my nipple again.

I swallowed, refusing to look away from him as he repeated that same action again. My pussy purred, wanting that type of attention lavished on her. Too bad seatbelts didn’t buckle up at the crotch area.

Julian retracted the belt and tugged it again. I clenched my thighs. If he did that shit one more time, I feared I’d embarrass myself by coming right then and there.

“Sorry,” he whispered. “It got stuck.”

“Oh,” was all my scrambled brain could come up with.

Still watching me, he continued pulling the belt across me, his knuckles moving over my abdomen and around me until the buckle finally clicked in place. His fingers lingered for a beat longer than necessary, resting against my hip before he finally pulled back.

I swallowed hard and forced my eyes forward, ignoring the slow, simmering ache he’d left in his wake. I heard him pulling his seat belt into place. It only took him two seconds to do it, while mine had taken him forever. He put the key in the ignition and started the car. I felt his gaze on me before he spoke.

“Are you comfortable going to my place?” he asked.

The fact that he asked and didn’t just assume won him brownie points with me. I faced him. Damn, this man was too attractive to be real. Staring at him was like staring at your wildest fantasy.

“Stefanie?”

Oh, right. Mr. Fantasy had asked me a question.

“I’d rather go to my rental,” I told him.

“Sounds good to me. Just know, I’ll pay for anything we may tear up.”

My mouth damn near dropped open at his words and how casually he’d uttered them.What are you planning on tearing up, sir? Other than this pussy.I nearly chuckled at my own line of thinking.Damn, tequila, I didn’t know you were this funny.

“What’s the address?” he asked.

Oh, right.The address.I rattled off the address for him, and he input it into his car’s navigation system.

“I’ll set it to avoid highways. Backroads will get us there faster,” he told me.

And then we were off, pulling away from the club, leaving any doubt and reservations behind with the blaring music. I wouldn’t allow myself to rethink or overthink this. I wanted this. I needed this.

One night of pleasure. That’s all. After one night with him, I’d get this craving out of my system. I’d fuck him so good that whatever spell he had on me would break. I’d be free of him, and he’d no longer be living rent-free in my head.

By the time the sun rose, he’d be just another handsome guy. But that was tomorrow’s Julian. Tonight’s Julian was all mine. And I couldn’t wait to get my hands on him to see if he was all talk or if he could actually back up what he’d been saying.

I felt his eyes on me even before I turned his way. Sure enough, he was staring at me. He wasn’t just sneaking a glance. He was watching me openly, unapologetically. His eyes were dark and heated like he was committing every inch of me to memory.

Memorizing the shape of my body, the way my dress hugged me, the way my thighs pressed together. A slow thrill rolled through me. This man really could not keep his damn eyes off me.

That was dangerous, considering he was supposed to be watching the road. And yet, I loved it. The way he watched me like a panther ready to pounce. My pussy clenched from just thinking about what would happen once we made it to my place.

His fingers flexed against the steering wheel, his grip tightening slightly every time I shifted in my seat as if he was physically holding himself back. He shifted in his seat. My gaze dropped before I could stop myself.

Oh. My mouth watered instantly at the thick outline tenting his pants.Fuck, he was big!And he was hard for me. I was affecting him just as much as he was affecting me. I couldn’t tear my gaze away from it.

The tequila was still humming in my veins, making me reckless, brazen, making me want to lean over and taste him. What would he say if I started unbuttoning his pants right now? What would he do if I freed that huge cock and trailed my tongue over the tip of him?