But instead of letting her slide his T-shirt off, in one fluid motion he sat up, wrapping an arm around her waist and setting her back on her feet between his legs. He jerked the shirt over his head, threw it across the room, then pulled her back to him for a deep kiss.
His hands went to her right breast, gently stroking first, then rubbing and kneading as she made sounds of pleasure into his mouth. He lightly pinched her nipple and she moaned, and he tore his mouth from hers before putting it to her breast, licking and lightly biting where his fingers had just been playing.
Lily arched against him, and the position put his stiff cock right where she needed it. She pushed up on her toes and sank back down slowly as he moved from one breast to another, laving her nipples and squeezing the tender flesh. Up and down, over and over, until she could no longer take the torture.
Nor he, it seemed, because he pulled back, gasping. “Lily—”
But she shushed him and pushed him back until he was lying on the bed again, then leaned forward and grabbed the waistband of his sweats. She ran her finger along the elastic. No underwear. Perfect.
She stepped back a bit as she pulled his pants off, his erection springing free and jutting up thick and hard between his legs.
Lily licked her lips. Ever since he’d walked into the hotel lobby, this man had crowded into her fantasies, firing her libido and making her want. The mere thought of having her mouth on him had made her flush with desire, and the way he was lying before her now, like a delicacy to be savored, made it impossible for her to resist. Even though she was practically shuddering now with the need to have this cock inside of her, she wanted to taste him first.
Bruno realized what she was about to do. “You don’t have to—oh, holy shit, that feels good.” He groaned as she licked over the wide head of his cock before sliding her mouth around him. He whimpered. She sucked. And slowly, she began to move her mouth up and down on him, loving the way the smooth shaft pulsed under her tongue, the little sounds of pleasure that he made as she sucked him.
She felt him grow even harder, and his big hand grasped her by the shoulder, pulling her upright in one strong tug.
“Lily,” he gasped. “Can’t take anymore right now.” He sat up, resting his forehead against her breast and she bit back a smile.
But the smile died quickly as he rose off the bed and stood in front of her. God, he was beautiful. Seeing him naked like this, the dim light from the bedside lamp reflecting off his skin, she was awestruck.
He was hers for the night.
He kissed her, and she could feel dampness from her own mouth on the sensitive skin just below her navel as his cock rubbed lightly against her body. She moaned with need.
Bruno picked her up, tossing her onto the bed effortlessly before yanking off her pajama bottoms, leaving her in only her lacy lavender panties.
He stared down at her for a long moment, his eyes focusing on the only remaining scrap of cloth that covered her.
“Your panties match the shirt I was wearing earlier,” he rasped.
“I thought of you when I chose them,” she answered honestly.
“Shit, that’s hot.” He drew in a ragged breath. “Don’t go anywhere.” He disappeared into the bathroom.
“Where would I go wearing only lavender panties?” she called after him, but just then he came back out, holding the condom packets she’d found earlier in his toiletries case. Just watching him walk toward her, the tight muscles of his body flexing as he moved, was making her even hotter. She spread her legs and cupped her breasts in her hands, pushing them together. “What makes you think you’re going to get so lucky?” she teased.
Bruno placed a warm hand on her stomach and stroked downward, over her hip and then to her center, pressing the heel of his palm against her clit. She arched up and into his hand.
“That’s what,” he rumbled, and slid back up her body to kiss her, placing his cock between her thighs so that she could press against it, use it, to get closer to pleasure. “You’re so wet, I can feel it even through your panties.” He was pushing back now, responding to the light arch of her hips with a push of his own. He moved away from her and slid off the lavender bikinis, leaving her bare and wanting as he turned to the bedside table to rip open a condom packet and slide it on.
The sight of his large hand rolling the condom down his erection turned her on even more. “I want you,” she panted, sitting forward and trying to pull him atop her. “I want you now.”
But he didn’t move, and she frowned. “Komarov.”
He smiled back at her. “Bruno. And not yet.”
Not yet? What else did he plan—
“Oh!”
Just like that, he had pushed her back, spread her legs, and bent before her, swiping his tongue between her thighs. She melted and whimpered.
It felt like the best kind of ambush.
“More?” he asked, looking up at her face.
Her cheeks burned to see him there, in such an intimate place, but she nodded.
“Say it.”
“More.”