His gaze darkens again, and he reaches out to take the glass of champagne my hand is still wrapped around. After setting it down, he takes the hand and holds it in his.
“Magnus, I—”
“No, you don’t have to say it, I already know.”
I stare at him without blinking—without breathing.
His free hand comes up to cup my face. “Let’s just enjoy tonight. No expectations, no promises. I just want to be with you.”
I smile against his palm. “I think that’s perfect.”
He laughs softly, and lets go of my face. His eyes fall to the display before us.
“You know, there’s a fine art to eating caviar properly. Most people aren’t familiar with it. It’s how purchasers know whether or not what they are buying is the finest quality.”
I stare at him, feeling my excitement and anticipation build.
Magnus reaches out to grab the tiny spoon in the heaping bowl of fine, dark caviar and scoops out a tiny bit. With his eyes back on mine he turns my hand so that it’s sideways.
“You place it right in the space between the thumb and index finger. That way, all you taste is the caviar…and skin.”
I suck in air as he drops the dollop right in that sweet spot on my own hand.
“Of course the brain isn’t used to using the hand as a utensil, so it doesn’t register the taste of skin. Just the caviar.”
His eyes are still locked with mine as he lowers his head. His tongue slips out and slides into the crook of my hand, trailing across the sensitive skin, just before his entire mouth comes down to devour it.
Just like a shark.
The air in my lungs is finally expelled. Along with it go any inhibitions I had about being with this man.
Magnus’s tongue continues to work around the tender stretch of skin on my hand, flicking and swirling like it’s the appetizer to the main course. When he pulls up, he slowly licks the bottom of his lip as though savoring the last drop of me.
“Just as I thought, only the best quality.” A devilish grin appears on his face. “Your turn.”
My heated libido has no trouble playing this game. I return a smile and reach out to scoop up a mound of caviar. I take his large hand in mine and drop it right on the web of skin between his thumb and finger.
Now, I’m the one holding his gaze as I lower my head. My tongue slithers out to sample the first salty taste. I play with it, swirling it across his skin, scooping up just a tad to slip into my mouth. It continues, my tongue torturing him enough for a low growl to sound at the back of his throat.
“Didn’t your mother ever teach you not to play with your food?”
“Who’s playing? I’m simply savoring the hunt.”
“There’s a point at which the prize is no longer worth it. You’re ruining some very expensive caviar.”
I chuckle and smile over his hand.
“Very well, then.” The next moment, my lips open wide, and I surround his thick skin. My teeth graze it as I scrape the last of the caviar into my mouth. Tiny salty bubbles burst in my mouth like champagne.
A sly grin appears on Magnus’s face. “Your skills are impressive.”
“I didn’t think it required much talent to eat caviar.”
“You’d be surprised.”
“What shall we indulge in next?” I tease.
He studies me, his grin broadening. “Take off your dress.”
My brow rises ever so slightly. “Straight for the kill, I see.”
“Do you want to keep hunting, or satisfy your hunger?”
“You first. Clothes off.”
Now, his brow rises.
“Or are we not equals?” I say, provocatively hitching one eyebrow.
Magnus laughs softly but removes his coat. Before it’s completely free, I hear a loud boom, and my attention is wrenched away to stare out the large picture window.
“The fireworks. We’re missing the show.”
“Leave it. There’s another next weekend. I want you now.”
I turn back to him, with sudden panic about this next week. “Will you be back?”
Magnus reads me like a book, and the same intensity he had in his office when he assured me Theo and I would be safe is on his face now. “Yes.”
“Promise me.”
“I promise you, Sloane.”
The words slip into me, warming my insides like a comfortable blanket, the kind that you can snuggle into to protect you on a dark and stormy night.
The heat gradually begins to intensify, and suddenly that warm and cuddly feeling is replaced by white-hot fire.
I rise to stand up in front of him. The fireworks continue behind me, and I see the bright flashes of color reflected on the surfaces behind him. Downstairs, the music still blasts, but the sound of laughter and cheering also wafts up to us in our private little enclave.
My hand comes up to my side, reaching for the zipper to undo the dress. As I lower it, my eyes fall to his shirt, and I lift one brow as a hint.
Magnus grins and begins unbuttoning his shirt. By the time he has it and his jacket off, my zipper has reached the end.
I slip the single shoulder to my dress down my arm and let gravity slowly do the rest. I’m only wearing a pair of thong underwear underneath. As it falls down my body, Magnus rises up, already unbuttoning his fly. His pants and underwear fall to the floor at the same time as my dress.
I admire how hard and thick his cock is, practically closing the distance between us.
After stepping out of his clothes and shoes, Magnus sits back down on the couch. He reaches out to slide his hands up my thighs to my ass, his fingers slipping under the lacy fabric of my underwear. I smile down at him, my fingers raking through his hair as he drags them down my legs until I’m completely naked.
When he lowers his head to bury his face in between my thighs, I sigh, and my head falls back. I arch my back to gently push him
