“It’s Herve Leger,” she gasped out, as if the answer should be obvious. “No panties required.”
Remy gave a shuddering groan. “Thank you, Herve.”
He curled two fingers inside her, sending shivers down her spine and blood to her clitoris. She moaned, her head falling back against the door as he pressed deeper, his thumb slowly circling her engorged clit.
“You’re so fucking wet,” he growled huskily against her throat. “You’ve been wet for me all night, haven’t you?”
Zandra could only nod and thrust against his hand, aching for more. His fingers tunneled deeper, probing the hot wetness of her * until her juices seeped out onto his knuckles. She gasped and bucked her hips as he slid in and out of her, watching her face contort with ecstasy.
And then he curved his fingers right into her G-spot.
As she lost it, he crushed his mouth to hers to muffle the sounds of her orgasm.
Closing her eyes, she rode out the waves of mind-numbing sensation.
She heard the soft hiss of a zipper, then felt the blunt head of Remy’s cock nudging between her folds.
“Open your eyes,” he whispered.
When she obeyed, he shoved into her.
She almost screamed with pleasure.
As he began fucking her, there was something so erotic about the way he stared into her eyes that hedonistic chills raced down her spine.
She clung to him, her stilettos dangling off her feet as he pounded her against the door, rocking the walls of the stall. Her dress was bunched around her waist and his hands were wrapped around her ass, spreading her cheeks wide as he thrust so deep she felt him in her stomach.
He leaned down, and their mouths came together in a heated frenzy. The kiss was raw, primal, teeth clashing, tongues plunging and retreating.
Moments later Remy groaned and went off like a geyser, coming inside her.
Zandra erupted at the same time, biting her lip hard to keep from screaming his name.
In the minutes that followed, they held each other tight, their harsh breaths echoing in the silence of the empty bathroom.
When Remy lifted his head from her shoulder, Zandra slapped him across the face.
Surprised, he scowled at her. “What was that for?”
“For making me worry about you. I heard about what happened in Abu Dhabi. The details were sketchy, so I had to call a friend at the U.S. Embassy just to make sure there were no American casualties before I got ahold of Roderick.” She poked Remy in the chest. “Why the hell didn’t you call me when you got home yesterday?”
He stared at her, his eyes glimmering with mirth.
“You think this is funny?”
“No, ma’am.” He sobered. “I didn’t mean to worry you, but considering the way we parted on Monday, I didn’t think you’d want to hear from me.”
“What? You didn’t think I’d want to know if you were dead or alive?”
He grinned. “Last time I saw you, darling, you looked mad enough to kill me yourself.”
“That’s besides the point.” But her lips were twitching. “The next time something like that happens, at least have the courtesy to let me know you’re okay. Okay?”
“Aye aye, Miss Kennedy.”
“Thank you.”
She couldn’t help smiling as he tenderly kissed her forehead, her closed eyelids and the tip of her nose before nibbling her lower lip. Running her hands up and down his strong back, she sighed languorously. “This is crazy, Rem. Someone could have walked in on us.”
“And they’d have walked right back out,” he murmured.
She laughed softly. “You don’t know that.”
“Don’t care either.”
Zandra grinned, Skylar’s words echoing through her mind. You need a bad boy.
Skylar would be so proud—and probably jealous—if she knew what Zandra and Remy were up here doing.
She sighed again. “We’d better get back downstairs before we’re late to dinner.”
“I’d rather stay right here and have dessert.”