Tiffany
His hand lifts to cup my face. His breath is gentle on my skin. It feels like the world is on fire the moment his fingers tickle my cheeks. The icy eyes turn gray. His lips move but no words form. There is a wild and animalistic hunger in his eyes and lips and touches.
"Tiffany, look at me, please," he says. There is command in his tone but I am not the least bit surprised. This man is the alpha male, the mysterious man with a clear, dreamy voice and I am surrendering to every word he says without question.
I look up at him and feel his hand go from my cheeks to the small of my back. Hotness spreads through my body and the bud between my thighs. I've never felt this way with someone in a long time. This change is more than welcome.
But just as quickly, it ends. And I sway enough for Larry to let me go. He drops down on the couch and rubs the back of his neck while I tiptoe to the floor-to-ceiling windows.
"We'll need curtains here," I say to him, laughing awkwardly as I do. "Are we going to stay here for two weeks or is there like a different place?"
"We'll be staying here," he answers carefully. "I already booked it for two weeks."
"Then we'd definitely need curtains," I say. "It's going to be too bright in the morning and—"