The scent of Christian's cologne, a dark and musky sandalwood, clung to me as I straddled his lap. My heart hammered a frantic rhythm against my ribs. Even after months of dating both him and Haiden, the electric current that ran between us still felt unbelievably potent. Tonight, it was Christian's turn.
I moved against him, a silent plea for connection. He was a study in contrasts – the sharp angles of his jaw, the intense focus in his mismatched blue and hazel eyes, all softened by the way he always seemed to anticipate my needs.
But tonight, Christian was playing. He captured my wrists, pinning me gently against the plush velvet of his bed. A slow smile stretched across his face, a hint of the wildness I knew lurked beneath his controlled exterior. He trailed kisses down my neck, each one a spark igniting a fire within me.
"Easy there, Hailey," he murmured, his voice a low rumble. "You have to earn it."
Earn it? With Christian, it was always a dance. A push and pull of desires, a thrilling game where the stakes were vulnerability and utter surrender. He explored the curve of my collarbone with his lips, sending shivers dancing down my spine.
I arched into his touch, my breath catching in my throat. He knew exactly how to drive me wild, knew the precise spots that made me ache for him. And yet, there was a tenderness in his touch, a respect that always grounded our passion.
A sudden wave of longing washed over me, a desire that went beyond the purely physical. I wanted to know everything about him, to unravel the mysteries that seemed to perpetually shroud him and Haiden. Their lives felt so separate from mine, despite the intimacy we shared. I knew they were successful businessmen, but there were shadows in their eyes sometimes, secrets they kept close.
"Christian," I whispered, my voice husky. "Tell me something… something real."
He paused, his gaze searching mine. The playful glint in his eyes faded, replaced by a flicker of something unreadable. For a moment, I thought he might open up, might finally let me glimpse the man beneath the surface.
But then the moment passed. He kissed me, a deep, lingering kiss that stole my breath away. "Real enough for you, Hailey?" he murmured against my lips, effectively deflecting my question.
And in that moment, lost in the intoxicating heat of his embrace, I let the questions fade away. For tonight, I was content to simply be with him, to lose myself in the intoxicating dance of desire and the promise of something more, even if that "more" remained just out of reach.