Everything for Her Page 6

  Oz: What color tie should I wear today?

  I like the notion of picking out something he’s going to wear, that I could be a part of his day in some way.

  Me: Blue...like your eyes.

  Oz: I prefer yours. Light gray with just a hint of gold.

  Me: Someone’s been paying close attention.

  Oz: My sweet Mallory, if only you knew.

  I love how he calls me his. I should be putting up more of a fight, but it’s so nice to belong to someone.

  Me: Then gray...like my eyes.

  Oz: Anything you ask, it’s yours.

  With that, I throw off the covers, deciding to go ahead and get ready for our breakfast date. I need to cool off after my steamy dream and all the blushing from our texts. I take a cold shower to finish waking me up and to shut my body down. I don’t need to be sitting across the table from him all gooey and doe-eyed.

  Oz is a man of power, that much is clear from his presence. I’m a smart woman with self-confidence, and I have a lot to bring to any conversation. I don’t want to sit there, tongue-tied because I can’t control my erratic hormones.

  After my shower, I do my makeup and decide to pin up my hair again. It was nice not having it hanging around my face at work, so keeping it up is totally my decision. Not because I’m seeing Oz this morning. Definitely not.

  Once I’m finished doing that, I grab some superpower underwear. I need all the sexy confidence I can get. I decide on a gray satin set, thinking that I want something classy yet sharp. And it has nothing to do with the tie Oz will be wearing. It’s all completely coincidental.

  I pull out a gray pencil dress that fits my curves nicely. I pair it with a wide black belt and black peep-toe heels. I’m suited up, and it’s exactly what I need today. Armor to take on my libido and wrestle it to the ground as I have breakfast with that gorgeous man.

  Grabbing my phone, I’m anxious, because I’ve been avoiding it. I didn’t want to be rushed as I got ready, and I’ve tried to keep myself calm.

  Sliding my finger across the screen, I see I have a couple of texts from Oz.

  Oz: Wear red lipstick.

  Oz: Please.

  The request is odd, but I guess since I got to pick out his tie, the least I can do is fulfill his wish. Going to the bathroom, I take out the red lip stain I bought a long time ago. I thought I’d wear it to a party or something but ended up never using it. I guess today is a day for a power color, I think as I swipe the brush across my lips. This stuff will take a sandblaster to get off, but at least I don’t have to worry about reapplying it or having it rub off while we eat.

  I send him back a kiss emoji that’s got bright red lips, and he sends back a thumbs-up. It’s so silly that it makes me giggle.

  Grabbing my notepad off my nightstand, with all my notes from the day before, I slip it into my bag before I sling it over my shoulder and make my way out to the living room. Paige is at the kitchen counter with a bowl of cereal. She’s dressed in a white button-up shirt and black slacks. She’s currently barefoot, but I see a pair of red heels on the floor beside her.

  “Breakfast date?” she asks as I walk in and set my bag down. I nod and try not to blush.

  I told her about my date last night after we got home, and she seemed excited for me. It’s unusual for Paige to be excited for me to be going out with someone, but I guess she sees something in this.

  “Ready for your first day?” I ask, looking her over. Her auburn hair is pulled back in a ponytail, but it looks professional. She’s so tiny, but she’s got an incredible body, and I’m sure she’s going to rock those heels all day without complaint.

  “Definitely. I want to get there early. Make a good impression.”

  I nod as my phone vibrates in my hand. I look down to see a text from Oz.

  Oz: On my way to you.

  I panic for a second, thinking I’m not ready for him to see the place. What if he asks to see my room? I’ve got shit everywhere.

  Me: I’ll meet you out front!

  I grab my bag and dash out the door, throwing Paige a goodbye over my shoulder. I hear her laugh as the door shuts behind me, and I make my way down the stairs.

  Walking out of the stairwell, I open the door to the lobby and see Oz. He’s dressed in a black suit with a crisp white shirt and a heather-gray tie. He looks like some kind of sex god advertising cologne with his gorgeous waves brushed back and his smile so big his dimples show. How I’m still standing and not in a pool of melted need at the sight of him is beyond me.

  For a split second I’m surprised he got here so quickly, but it’s followed by relief that I didn’t let him up to our apartment.

  “Wow, you got here fast,” I say, walking over to him, trying to grasp my confidence with each step.

  “‘Wow’ is right,” he whispers, walking to meet me halfway. “You look stunning.”

  He comes right to me and puts his hands on the exposed skin of my arms. His warm palms send pleasure through my body. The dress I’m wearing is sleeveless, and he’s already taking advantage of what’s uncovered.

  Leaning in, he places a kiss below my ear. I’m assaulted by his scent, the rich fragrance enveloping me. The intimate sensation of his soft, full lips against my skin has a flood of desire pooling in the lower half of my body. Like nothing I’ve ever felt before. Fucking hell, I think my knees are going weak. How does he do that?

  He pulls back, looking at me, licking his lips. It’s incredibly sexy seeing his tongue run along his mouth, and I want to lean up and taste him.

  “I thought the red lips would keep me from kissing you. But I guess I found a way.”

  His voice rolls over me, and it’s another way in which I’m lost in his presence. Jesus, this man puts his hands on me and I’m gone. Thoughts of anything else leave my mind. It’s scary and exciting all jumbled together.

  “Lucky for you it’s a stain and won’t come off.” I blush a little, thinking how terrible I am at being sexy.

  He gives me a wicked smile while taking my hand in his. “Challenge accepted.”

  He leads me from the lobby to a waiting limo. I’m a little surprised at how formal this is, but maybe this is the kind of car he rolls around in. Oz opens the back door and helps me in. I’m flummoxed by the sight that greets me.

  When the door opens on the other side and Oz slips in, I look at him in shock.

  “I thought this would be...” He hesitates for a second, as if trying to think of what to say. “More intimate.”

  “So you had breakfast brought to the back of a freaking limo?” I look around at all the trays of food as the car pulls away from the curb. “This is crazy. I was thinking some diner close to work.”

  “We can do that if you’d prefer it.”

  I look over and see a little look of disappointment on his face, so I reach out, taking his hand. I don’t want him to think I’m unhappy or ungrateful for the over-the-top gesture. I love it. It’s sweet he took so much effort to do this. At every turn, this man keeps surprising me, showing me he isn’t who I pegged him for that first day. A little guilt hits me.

  “No!” I say too loudly, and then try to recover. “No. This is perfect. Thank you. This is more than I expected. It’s really sweet.”

  He squeezes my hand back, and the dimples return. Those adorable dimples are going to break me. Even more so when I say something that makes them appear.

  “What would you like?” He indicates the trays, and I’m overwhelmed.

  “I think I have too many butterflies to eat yet. Coffee?”

  He smiles at my words and reaches for a cup beside him. “Lots of cream, lots of sugar and a dash of cinnamon.”

  “How did you know that?” I ask, gripping the cup. I take a sip. It’s perfect. Exactly how I like it.

  “I ha
ve my ways,” is all he says in response. It warms me that he’s taken so much effort to find out little things about me, adding to the bubble around us. It’s almost like a thrill and I want to hold on to a little bit of that mystery.

  He looks down at my coffee cup, and I raise an eyebrow in question.

  “Looking to see if you left a mark.” He takes the cup from my hand and places it back in the holder next to him. He looks at me with such intensity, I’m about to ask him what’s wrong. But suddenly, his hands come up to my face and his mouth is on mine.

  His lips are so soft, but in them is a need beyond anything I’ve ever experienced. My mouth opens, taking a breath, and his warm tongue slips inside. He moans at my taste, and I put my hands on his shoulders, clinging to him. Not wanting the kiss to end, or the sensations that it’s causing. I didn’t know a simple kiss could do this. Make every part of you come alive. All thoughts of the world dropping away and leaving only this one moment. But that’s because this kiss isn’t simple at all. This kiss is everything.

  I lick him back, wanting to taste him, too, and needing to be as close to him as possible. I run my hands up the back of his neck and into his hair. My body is out of my control as I grip the short length and try to hold on to him.

  His huge hands slide down my sides to my waist. He pulls me to him in a possessive hold, and suddenly I find myself sitting on his lap, his erection digging into my hip. It should probably scare me but it doesn’t. It makes me feel desired and feminine. The kiss deepens, and the taste of cinnamon goes from my tongue to his. His cologne rubs onto my body as my full breasts push against his suit. For a split second I want to reach down and rip his shirt open so I can touch the skin of his chest, but as he bites my lower lip, all I can think about is the ache between my legs unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before. I had no idea it could be like this.

  He palms my ass and pulls me closer to his hard cock. I’m sideways on his lap, but I want to wiggle my dress up and straddle him to try to relieve this pressure that’s building. I want all of my body against his, and I want it now. It’s the first time in my life that I’ve ever lost control, and it’s fucking amazing.

  When I make a move to straddle him, one of his big hands comes down to gently rest on my thigh. Breaking the kiss, he looks at me, and I see the need in his eyes matches my own.

  “Mallory,” he whispers, and it sounds like he’s begging me.

  Doubts of this all being a game to him slip past me in that moment, in the way he says my name. The hunger he has for me. I’ve never had that from anyone. To look at me with so much want and need. I want it. I might be jumping off the deep end, this being my first relationship, but for once I don’t care. I’m not planning and looking at it from every angle. I’m going and it’s a little freeing. To let go. Let him catch me even if it’s only for this moment and it’s all I have. He could break my heart but I’d still remember every second of this. This seems so right. It has to be. I’ve never felt like this with another person before and I can’t let this moment pass me by. I won’t let it.

  I try and move again, but he holds my legs together so I can’t. When I open my mouth to ask him why he’s stopping me, he plays with the hem of my dress.

  “This.” His voice is soft as his fingertips trail up the inside of my thigh.

  I keep my eyes locked with his as I let my legs fall open for his touch. His hand slips under my dress and up to my panties, and I nearly moan at the contact. I’ve never had a man touch me here, and as Oz’s big fingers delicately touch the damp spot on my panties, it nearly makes me combust.

  “Oz.” There is such need in my voice, but a little panic, too. I want this, but I’m terrified. This is absolutely crazy, but I don’t want to stop to think about that right now. Later. I will think through all of this much later.

  “I’ll take care of you, Mallory. Always.”

  He slowly pulls my panties to the side, and I shiver at the first touch. He rubs my soaked pussy, reminding me of how turned on I am. His breath catches as he touches me, and knowing he likes it turns me on even more.

  I cling to him, my fingers in his hair, my legs open for his touch. He rubs my clit, and I tense under him, so close to an orgasm. I’ve given myself a few, but they’re always a lot of work, and never really worth it. This is nothing like that. This is already way better than anything I’ve given myself, and I’m climbing toward something gigantic.

  “Let me have it, baby.” His breath hits my lips, and I want to do what he says. Looking over, I see his suit-covered arm working up and down, and it’s so fucking erotic. Knowing that arm leads to the hand that’s under my dress, the one that’s getting me off, is too much for me to handle.

  Looking into his sapphires, I bite my lip and give in to the orgasm I’ve been terrified of.

  The wave is intense and so powerful, I see stars. I let out a shout of release as his fingers rub me, drawing out the pleasure. My body is close to breaking into a million pieces, yet I’m held together as Oz’s arm comes around my back.

  I melt into his hold, gulping in air as my body collapses against him. He pulls his fingers away from my heat and readjusts my panties. The cool damp satin is a balm on my overstimulated pussy right now.

  Oz brings his fingers up to his mouth, and I watch as his tongue comes out to taste them. He closes his eyes, moaning at the flavor. His cock twitches under my hip and it turns me on all over again. Knowing he likes it is so dirty, but I can’t be bothered to care.

  Once he takes his fingers from his mouth he looks at me with the most intense stare. I think he might take me here on the floor of the limo, and to be honest, I don’t know that I’d stop him. Instead, his lips come to mine again, but this time it’s gentle. It’s a sweet kiss of thanks, and I can taste a hint of myself.

  He breaks the kiss, putting his forehead to mine and taking a deep breath.

  “That was so much more than I expected. Thank you, Mallory.”

  I redden all the way to my toes. “I think I should be the one thanking you.”

  He squeezes me to his body and lets out a little laugh. “Have lunch with me today. Then dinner tonight.”

  “You’re so greedy,” I say, trying to play off how much I want to do both of those things, but I know I shouldn’t because I need to stay at work over lunch.

  He pulls back to look at me and gives me those dimples I love so much. “For you? Always.”

  It’s then I realize the limo has stopped. I look over at my watch and see it’s almost time for me to be at work. I think about saying yes to both, but I need to keep my wits about me. If lunch turns out anything like breakfast, I won’t be able to make it back in. My legs are going to be shaky as it is.

  “Dinner,” I say, running my hands through his hair. Something about him has taken me over, and I get tunnel vision when he’s near me.

  He rubs his hands up and down my back, like he can’t stop touching me.

  “I’ll pick you up right here after work.” He leans in, giving my lips a kiss, and then sets me on the seat beside him.

  Instantly, I miss being close to him, and a slight chill settles into me. But I smile as I watch him pull out a small paper bag and fill it with some of the pastries from the tray in front of us. Once he’s finished, he takes my bag and slips the paper bag inside.

  I look for a mirror to right my hair and my makeup, which are surely all over the place, but Oz leans over and takes my face in his hands.

  “You look perfect. Not a hair out of place.” He kisses my lips again, and this time, his tongue is slow and sweet. He’s savoring me. When he pulls back, he’s beaming again. “That lipstick is no joke. I should buy stock in it.”

  I redden a little as I grab my bag. Before I can turn back to tell Oz goodbye, he’s out of the limo and coming around to open my door. He holds his hand out and I take it as I step out
and adjust my dress, smoothing it down. He takes my chin and makes me look up at him.

  “I’ll be waiting,” he says, leaning down and placing a soft kiss on my lips.

  With that, I walk away and enter the building. Once I’m past the glass doors, I turn back and see him give me a little wave. It makes me blush all over again, but it’s kind of adorable.

  I scan my pass and hop on the elevator, standing in the back corner as people enter. I bring my fingers to my lips and wonder if anyone has a clue that I had the greatest morning of my life.

  Chapter Eight

  Mallory

  * * *

  I pick at the limp lettuce in my bowl. After not eating much at breakfast, I’m starving, but this salad actually looks kind of sad, even with all the ranch and cheese I piled on it.

  I pick up my phone to text Oz. We’d texted a few times this morning after I got out of the limo but once I got to my desk I’d put my phone away to make sure I got everything done that needed doing. Even if my mind kept wandering back to him over and over again. At least it was busywork and I could do both things at once.

  Me: I hope you have something yummy planned for dinner. I’m starving.

  Oz: Did you not get lunch? You have to eat.

  I smile at his concern, and it warms me all over.

  Me: I’m actually at lunch now, but this cafeteria at work kinda sucks.

  Oz: Oh, really?

  Me: What’d you do for lunch?

  Oz: You tasted like peaches when I sucked you off my finger this morning, and it’s all I’ve wanted since. So I had peach cobbler for lunch.

  My cheeks flush. No one has ever talked to me like this. Heat rushes to my core as I think about what he did to me this morning. The look on his face when he tasted me, like I was the best thing he’s ever had in his life. It was a look I’ll never forget.

  Oz: Are you blushing? You have no idea how hard it makes me when you blush.

  Feeling sexy and a little bold because of the text messages, I hit the camera app and take a picture, sending it to him. My cheeks are clearly red.