Submissive Beauty by Eliza Gayle Page B

car. Tasteful sandals were strapped to her small feet, and when she full disengaged from the vehicle, he discovered an elegant but short black skirt hugging her lush curves. She’d swept her hair up on one side leaving her neck bare and perfectly lickable. Mmm… Like last night, no jewelry adorned her neck or ears, leaving her simple beauty to shine on its own. He breathed deeply, remembering the fragrance of her body. She’d worn no perfume last night, and he’d reveled in the essence of her arousal and the clean but subtle smell of sweet soap.
    He’d gone from half hard to a raging erection in two seconds flat.
    Now, he watched Gabrielle walk toward the front door, nervously fidgeting with her skirt and purse. Whatever thoughts or reservations had gone through her mind about last night had not kept her from his doorstep—a fact he was certainly grateful about. That nervousness reassured him more than any words could. If there wasn’t a certain level of hesitation when embarking on this type of relationship, it likely wouldn’t be worth the effort for either of them.
    The hemline of Gabrielle’s short skirt swished around her legs as she moved, drawing his attention to the swell of her hip and the rounded curves of her ass. From his perfect vantage point, he stared at her long and hard. Yes, she was beautiful. And yes, he certainly wanted her. Who wouldn’t? It was the other that poked incessantly at the back of his mind that drove him crazy all day long. God, if he wasn’t careful, she’d turn into an obsession.
    She reached the front porch and hastily began straightening her skirt and checking her hair. Thomas smiled. Soon, it would be his touch skimming the sweet softness of her figure. His hands that would tangle in her long, golden hair as he claimed her mouth and so much more. He instantly made the decision that he’d do whatever it took to get her into his bed. There’d be no other choice for any of them if he had anything to say about it. Damn, this was going to be one hell of a night.
    The doorbell chimed through the house, once again shaking him from the stupor that watching her created.
    “Would you like me to get that for you, Sir?” one of the wait staff inquired.
    “No.” He waved her off and proceeded to the foyer. In an attempt to control his fucking hard on, Thomas focused on the boring facets of his job such as writing checks, placing orders, hiring new employees and so on. Anything to get his mind off what waited for him between Gabrielle’s sweet thighs.
    His cock jerked. Clearly, nothing was going to take his mind off of fucking her.
    In the next moment, he took a deep breath and opened the door. “Gabrielle. You’re early. I’m impressed.” He stepped back and ushered her inside. “You can leave your purse and keys there on the table if you’d like.” He pressed his hand to the small of her back and felt the slight stiffening of her spine. “Relax. You have nothing to be afraid of,” he reassured her.
    Her pink tongue darted across her lips as she hastily dropped her belongings before wringing her hands in front of her. Thomas didn’t hesitate; he pulled her close. Her soft curves rubbed against the hard planes of his, nearly eliciting a groan from him. That simple touch ignited a firestorm raging through his blood, threatening to send him one step closer to the edge of his control. He barely restrained the urge to strip her where they stood in an urgent need to see her submit.
    The urge to fuck her rode him hard but couldn’t overtake the necessity of building trust. He had so many creative ways to draw her from behind the wall she kept peeking over. Last night had been a great first step in obliterating her reservations, but the obvious nerves displayed now reminded him they still had some work to do.
    “I’m just not used to this.”
    “What? Coming to a dinner date?” He couldn’t resist the tease. He knew exactly what she meant. Gabrielle relaxed. Now, he could