The ride was silent, but charged.
Chris kept glancing her way, his jaw tight, as the thought of the "reward" she had mentioned was the only thing keeping his focus. She ignored him, eyes fixed on the road ahead, though every nerve in her body screamed with awareness. She had spent all day replaying what it would feel like to be beneath him, to let him break through her defences, but she wasn't ready to surrender that easily. Not yet. Tonight, she wanted him under her spell.
When he finally pulled over, she turned to him with a sly smile.
"Will you wait today?"
His gaze darkened. "Do you want me to?"
She shrugged, deliberately nonchalant. "If you want the reward."
He clenched his jaw and looked away, the muscles ticking with frustration, she really was good at pushing his buttons.
"Why are you deliberately making me Angry?" He questioned and she shrugged at him, he finds it cute, her antic funny even and he wanted to see just what she had up her sleeves and how long it will take her to play her little game before she ends it.
"Fine." he replied.
She chuckled softly, catching him off guard as she leaned across the console and brushed a feather-light kiss against his lips. He froze, startled by her sudden boldness, and when she pulled away, he bit down on his lip, adjusting his posture as if she'd already won, she was created to undo him, nobody, not even the easiest of the woman he had been with is bold enough to initiate a physical contact.
Later, at the café, when she asked for his shirt, he looked at her like she was speaking in riddles.
"What for? You don't care that I could not have anything under" He asked
She gave him a mischievous grin. "you are not that low, just give it to me and wait in the car"
He hesitated, then slowly unbuttoned it and handed it over. The clothing underneath hugging his body tight, revealing muscles that made her not regret her decision so far, the brush of his fingers against hers sent heat spiralling through her veins.
By the time she returned to his car, she had slipped into his shirt. When she slid into the passenger seat, he nearly forgot how to breathe. The fabric hung loose on her, but the sight of her bare skin beneath, the curve of her legs, and the subtle outline of her body through the thin cotton nearly undid him. When she pulled a lacy scrap of fabric from her bag and dropped them into his lap, his grip on the wheel tightened until his knuckles went white.
"Your place or mine?" she asked, her voice like velvet.
"Fuck," he muttered under his breath, turning the wheel hard. She smirked.
At his penthouse, he expected her to let him touch her, but when he reached for her in the elevator, she stopped him with a single raised hand. His frown deepened.
"I'm starving," she announced instead, dropping her bag on the couch as though she owned the place.
He stared, torn between irritation and confusion. "I can order…"
"Do you cook?" she interrupted, her tone daring him.
His jaw clenched again, that familiar edge of temper flashing in his eyes. She stepped closer, trailing her fingertips along the sharp line of his jaw until he loosened beneath her touch.
"You're angry because I asked you to cook?" she whispered near his lips, her smile soft, teasing.
Before he could answer, she brushed her mouth over his in a fleeting kiss and then pulled away, murmuring, "Cook something while I freshen up."
By the time he finished, she returned drenched, still wearing his shirt, the fabric clinging to her curves like a second skin. Chris nearly dropped the glass in his hand.
"Something smells nice," she said casually, ignoring the heat in his gaze as she moved past him. It wasn't the food he was worried about. It suddenly became too much for him, every wall he built had crumbled at that moment and she blew it further away by pushing him into a chair before he could blink, the control and fire in her eyes contrasting every thought he ever had of her, he felt the need to plead for her touch bubbling up in his throat.
She straddled him before he could react, her body pressing close, her lips hovering just above his. His hands instinctively gripped her waist, every nerve in his body unravelling.
"What do you want?" she asked in a seductive whisper.
Chris couldn't speak, his voice long gone and he had willingly submitted to her, he knows he can't do more than wait for her to do as she pleases with him.
She rolled her hips slowly, deliberately, her breath warm against his ear. "Isn't this what you want? To lose yourself in me? To forget everything else?"
His head fell back with a groan, eyes half-lidded. "You." The word broke from him like a plea. "I want you."
Her smirk softened, but her eyes gleamed with fire. "Then show me."
What followed wasn't frantic or careless it was deliberate, every touch a tug-of-war, every kiss a clash between need and control. He was used to commanding, but tonight, she set the pace. She drew every sound from him with teasing sways of her hips, with kisses that lingered just long enough to drive him mad.
By the time he carried her to the bedroom, neither could pretend anymore. Clothes became an afterthought, breaths mingled, bodies tangled. The hunger between them was raw, yes but threaded with something deeper. Something dangerous.
When it was over, Susan lay curled against him, his shirt still clinging to her, her body trembling with the echoes of release. For once, she didn't run. For once, she let herself stay.
But even in the quiet aftermath, as Chris brushed his lips against her hair and whispered her name like a vow, Susan knew the fire between them was far from finished. But she wasn't sure if he felt the same or if she was ready to go down the lane of commitment with anyone.