The ding of the elevators interrupted Sid, but Sabrina was startled to feel him pull away, having forgotten that they were still in the elevator. She let out a deep sigh as he led her through the hallway and blushed when she heard him chuckle behind her. “Patience,” he said softly.
They entered his penthouse a moment later and Sabrina gasped when she saw all the roses and candles lining every available surface. The fireplace was even lit, adding to the romantic ambiance. She stood in the center of the room, looking around with astonishment when she heard the champagne bottle pop. Looking over at Sid, he was carrying two glasses of champagne, his eyes boring into hers with a look that made her stomach muscles clench and her knees start to tremble.
“Have a glass,” he said and handed her one of the flutes of champagne. “I noticed you didn’t get to ring in the new year with a glass so here’s to the next year,” he said and clinked her glass. “I hope it will fulfill both our expectations.”
Sabrina took a tentative sip, but her eyes couldn’t pull away from his. There was something in the depth of his gaze that held her steadfast, worried and excited at the same time. “Mmm,” she said as the bubbly liquid slid down her throat. “What’s the occasion?”
He pulled her into his arms, his head bending down to nuzzle her behind her ear. “It’s New Year’s Eve, you’re beautiful, the night is young relatively speaking. Do you need any more reasons?” he asked, his teeth capturing her earlobe.
Sabrina could barely think when he did things like this to her. She couldn’t stop her body from melting into his hard, tall frame as he found each sensitive spot. “No. I guess those are all wonderful reasons,” she replied, gasping and shivering each time he moved his mouth. The glass of champagne was still in her hand but she had to hold it out away from their bodies so she didn’t spill it. “That feels wonderful.”
His husky laugh was like a silk blanket on her already sensitized skin. “Good,” he replied, his hand moving up her back to where the satin of her dress gave way to bare skin. “That’s the goal.” He moved from her ear to her neck, then down to her shoulder. “Are you hungry?” he asked.
“Yes,” she groaned, eyes closed and voraciously hungry but not for food.
“What would you like to eat?” he asked, moving to the other side of her neck. “I’ll have the chef send something up.”
“You,” she said before she could stop herself. When she realized she’d actually spoken the word, she froze. Her eyes opened wide and her face flamed into color as she looked into Sid’s amused, hungry eyes.
“I was hoping you’d say that.”
“I can’t believe I did,” she replied, burying her face in his chest.
Sid laughed and took the glass of champagne from her hands before lifting her hands so they were on his shoulders. “I’m glad you did. I want to affect you like that,” he said, his mouth returning to her neck. “Feel free to tell me anything,” he encouraged. “It turns me on that I can do that to you.”
Sabrina laughed slightly. “I’m not sure you need any encouragement in that area,” she said, shivering as his hand slid up to her breast.
“We were meant to be like this,” he said, his thumb hovering right below her breast, teasing.
Sabrina couldn’t think at that moment. All she knew was that his thumb was too low. Her body was aching to feel his fingers on her breast, teasing the nipple but she was too embarrassed to tell him.
“Say it, Sabrina,” he soothed. “Tell me what you want me to do.”
She tried. Sabrina really tried. But she was just too embarrassed to say the words. Her mouth formed the words and she could say them in her mind, but her voice wouldn’t push the comment out. “I can’t,” she said after struggling through the torment. “Please Sid!” she begged.
A moment later, her world tilted as he lifted her into his arms. He carried her over to the sofa and sat down with her in his lap. When she tried to wiggle off, he simply put a hand to her hip and positioned her more intimately against him. “That’s one thing you’re going to have to get over when we marry,” he said and covered her mouth with his, absorbing her gasp with his lips.
Sabrina was caught off guard. While his lips worked their magic kiss, her mind whirled, trying to replay his words in her head. Had he really just said they would be getting married? Was he serious? What on earth was he….. she stopped thinking when his fingers finally touched her nipple. Her body arched and she threw herself into the kiss, uncaring at that moment if they were to be married or thrown off a bridge. She needed his touch more than breathing.
“How soon can we be married?” he asked, his fingers slipping inside her dress just as they had hours ago in his bathroom.
“I don’t care!” she cried out and her hands reached up to pull his head down to her mouth, her body writhing in pleasure so intense it was almost painful. “Please don’t stop,” she begged and was grateful when he maneuvered them so he was leaning over her on the sofa. It gave her better access to his incredible body and she made quick use of that position to push his dinner jacket off his shoulders.
“You’re so beautiful,” he groaned when his fingers had pulled the zipper down on her dress and his hands were able to peel the fabric away, revealing her breast and nipple for the first time to his seeking eyes.
“Sid!” she cried out, almost screaming when his mouth covered her nipple, his teeth scraping the peak and making her heart race and her breath come out in gasps.
“I want you now, Sabrina!” he said roughly and stood up, carrying her with him.
Sabrina threw her arms around his neck while he carried her into his bedroom. Her mouth found his neck and repeated his actions to his own neck. It was an incredible feeling to hear him moan just as she had done earlier.
He laid her down in the middle of his bed and Sabrina looked around, fear welling up inside her. She looked around at the darkened room and shivered, but this time it wasn’t from what he was doing to her since he was busy unbuttoning his shirt.
He saw the shadow pass over her eyes and stopped, his hands freezing on the buttons of his shirt. “Sabrina, what’s wrong?” he asked, leaning down over her with his arms keeping his weight off her slender body. “Tell me why you’re afraid now when moments before you were crying out for me, begging me not to stop.”