Indebted...

Part-34

Jungkook's pov

We stumbled out of the hotel elevator later that night, sipping from each other's mouths. The mix of alcohol and sexual need swimming through me had my whole system buzzing. I felt warm and tingly and tipsy. Taehyung took me by the wrist and led me to our room. Changbin and Mia had booked us the honeymoon suite, so it was no surprise to see fresh flowers, champagne on ice, rose petals on the bed, and a tiered-stand of chocolates and strawberries.

Taehyung hauled me against him. "I spent pretty much the entire day thinking about what I'd do to you when I had you all to myself," he said, his voice low and vibrating with a need that equaled my own. "Now I finally have you where I want you."

And I really couldn't have been more pleased about that.

He splayed his hand on my throat. "I can feel your pulse racing against my thumb."

I expected him to claim my mouth, but he didn't. He just stared at it, his face cold, his eyes hot. I didn't realize I was holding my breath until I felt the strain in my chest.

Everything seemed to go still and quiet as I waited for him to move.

My breathing picked up, and my pulse quickened even more. Anticipation was like a living thing inside me. Just when I thought I might explode, his mouth slammed on mine. That easily, the sexual buzz in my system amplified by a thousand. Hunger flared. Nerve-endings sparked. Chemicals raced. My heart began to pound like crazy.

Needing to touch him, I slipped off his jacket, pulled off his bow tie, and opened the top buttons of his shirt. I slid my hands inside and planted them on his chest, loving the feel of that hard muscle and barely leashed hunger.

He broke the kiss with a nip to my lower lip. "Stay right there." He moved to stand behind me and then, slowly and leisurely, undid the back of my corset. The material slumped forward, and he wasted no time in slipping his hands down the front of the corset to palm my chest and toyed with my nipples.

Closing my eyes, I arched into his warm, skilled hands as they're pulled and squeezed. Each touch teased me. Inflamed me. Branded me.

Without turning to face him, I reached up and looped my arms around the back of his neck. "You still torn on whether to strip me naked or just flip up my dress?"

He pinched my taut nipples just right. "No." He kissed and suckled on my throat, humming in approval when I tilted my head to give him better access. "I've decided I'll take you while you're wearing this cock-tease of a dress. Then I'll get you naked and fuck you again."

That was a plan I could get behind.

He withdrew his hands from my corset. "Sit on the edge of the bed."

I complied and looked up at him, waiting for further direction, knowing how much that revved his engines.

His eyes went heavy-lidded. "Such a good boy. Now lift your dress and spread your legs; show me what's mine."

I very slowly peeled up the front of my dress while parting my legs.

His gaze dropped to my boots, and every muscle in his body seemed to tense. His dark eyes flew back to mine, glittering with need and promise. "So this is why you had that wicked little smile on your face earlier," he said, taking two predatory steps toward me.

"I wanted to surprise you."

"You succeeded. They stay on. All night."

"I really don't think I can sleep in them."

"I'll make it worth your while." He crossed to me, dropped to his knees, and snaked his hands up my inner thighs. "Such soft skin." He caught the waistband of my panties and slowly peeled them off. His eyes on my private parts, he said, "Spread your legs wider. That's it." He might be on his knees, but there was nothing submissive about him. Even then, he wore authority like a second skin. He was fully in command, held all the power and knew it.