Sliding my fingers into his hair, I lean down and press my mouth against his, and he wraps his hand around the back of my neck, tugging me closer to deepen the kiss. He tastes like home, and it’s so strange to think that after such a short period of time. But as I breathe him in, I know this is where I belong. Moving my hands downward, I slide his suit jacket from his shoulders and start working on the buttons of his shirt as his hand smooths up my thigh.

“I’m not fucking you on the floor, Franny,” he groans against my mouth, and I whimper in despair. Somehow, he maneuvers us both to our feet, and once I’m standing, he lifts me off the ground. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I drop my mouth back down to his as he carries me to my bed. With a knee on the mattress, he lays me on my back, and his weight settles between my legs as he looks down at me. “So fucking pretty.”

“Dayton,” I breathe his name and latch onto him when he starts to lean back.

Kissing me deep while grasping my wrists, he drags my arms up over my head and grins against my mouth when I whimper again as he pulls his mouth from mine. “Give me a sec, baby.”

His lips brush softly against mine before he gets up and takes off his shirt, leaving him in just his pants with his fancy belt and the watch around his wrist. His eyes devour me as I watch him undo his belt, and I press my thighs together to ease the ache between my legs when he takes off his pants and boxers. It’s difficult to breathe and hard not to squirm under his stare as I take in his wide chest, defined abs, the deep V of his waist, and the trail of hair that leads down to his cock.

He’s so beautiful—the most beautiful man I have ever seen in my life—and it’s not just because he’s devastatingly handsome. His beauty is more than skin deep, and every day, the painting I’m working on of him in my head becomes a little clearer.

Grasping my ankles, he drags me down the bed. I swear I might come out of my skin when he drops to his knees in front of me. Letting my ankles go, he grabs the tie to my robe and slips it free from its knot, then spreads it open before sliding his hand up my stomach to cup my breast. My nipples are so sensitive that my body jolts, and my hips come up off the mattress.

“You okay?” he whispers.