Mr. King [Book 1]

Five

"Miss Mason..." Katherine heard next to her ear. Her eyes flew open. Mr. King was standing so close, so incredibly close that they were nearly touching.

She wanted to whimper. She wanted to moan. She wanted to do something to show just how agonizingly turned-on she was by him just by this short exchange. But she couldn't. She closed her eyes, trying to find her footing again. She couldn't think properly when she was in his presence.

"I'm finding it hard to control my urges when you're dressed like this," he whispered in her ear, using her words from earlier. She could feel his breath on her ear and it destroyed her. She was panting now and she was certain he knew what he was doing to her.

When she felt his fingertips move slowly up her bare thigh it startled her, but she didn't move away from him, letting out a desperate whimper. She closed her eyes again, partly from embarrassment, but mainly because she was drowning in him – and she wanted to.

"Do you feel this, Miss Mason?" He breathed in her ear.

"Mm-hmm," she moaned, licking her lips as the desire built inside of her.

"Do you feel this... this energy between us?" He continued in his husky tone.

"Mmm," she moaned, biting her bottom lip.

"Your little pink panties did me in," he murmured as his fingers moved farther up her thigh to her hip, gripping onto the side of her underwear, tugging at it before gently snapping it against her skin. She let another whimper escape her mouth.

Oh, god! He did see them! Oh, Christ.

"You are so appealing, Miss Mason," he told her as his other hand moved up to her hair before pulling out her ponytail, letting her hair fall lax against her shoulders.

It took her a moment to gather her thoughts. Everything seemed to be happening so fast, yet it seemed like they were moving in slow motion. Her brain was foggy, but she was certain she was quite thoroughly being seduced by this overwhelmingly captivating man.

As his hand dropped down to her other thigh, her breathing hitched once again. He had both of his hands on her, on her bare skin and she was reeling. She supposed he was proving his point to her – 'I am a man who gets what he wants' – because Katherine had absolutely no self-control left in her. Even then, she couldn't justify a reason to need to control herself with him. They were both consenting adults. Consequences be damned.

"I can be very persuasive, Miss Mason. But I don't want you to do anything you don't want to do," he breathed lowly, looking down into her eyes as his fingers burned into her skin in the most amazing way possible.

"Do you hear me, Katherine?" He asked in a more demanding tone, causing her to take a sharp breath.

"Y-yes," she replied.

"Do you want to leave?" He asked. Her eyes bore helplessly into his. No, god. No.

"Do you want to leave?" He asked sharply, causing Katherine to shake her head.

"Say it," he insisted.

"No. I don't... I don't want to leave," she stammered, her timid eyes still staring into his intense ones.

"Mmm," he groaned, sounding pleased, although his facial features never showed it.

Katherine watched as his tongue came out, wetting his lips as his fingers moved farther up her shirt so both of his hands were resting on her hips.

"Your skin is so soft," he whispered as his thumbs moved in slow circles against her hip bones.

Oh, she wanted him to touch her everywhere. She wanted his hands to explore every inch of her skin. Christ. She wanted this man so badly.