“Jesus, Nikki.”
I allow myself a satisfied smile but otherwise don’t pause in my seduction. “I’m unfastening your belt and unbuttoning your pants. I lower the zipper so carefully and slide my hand in to free your cock. Do that, Damien. Do that and imagine it’s me.”
He doesn’t answer, but I can hear him breathing.
“You’re hard and soft, like velvet on steel, and I’m gliding my hand over you, teasing you, bringing you so close that you want to explode. But not yet,” I say. “I want to taste you.”
“Holy Christ.” His voice is raw, and I’m squirming on the bed, worked up not only by my words and the power they are having on him, but by what I’m wearing under this robe.
“Can you feel my tongue on you? Licking your balls, then tasting every bit of you as I lick you just like candy? I suck your crown, then draw you in, so deep, and you taste so amazing and I can’t get enough, and you’re getting harder and harder and—”
“Not just yet.” His voice is tight, and I am certain that he is fighting not to come. “You want this? You want to take me there?”
“Yes,” I whisper.
“Then you’re going there with me. Tell me what you’re wearing.”
I hesitate, because this wasn’t the game I had planned, but I cannot deny that it has its own appeal.
“Tell me,” he repeats.
“A robe,” I say. “The thick white one.”
“Take it off.”
“Will you watch while I do?”
“You know I will.”
“It’s off,” I say, as soon as I have dropped it off the side of the bed.
“Are you naked?”
I lick my lips. “No.”
“What are you wearing?”
“Funny you should ask,” I say. “I found the most interesting things in my jewelry drawer.”
“Did you?”
“So right now, I’m wearing a pearl choker and nipple rings.”
“Are you? I’m looking forward to seeing that. And nothing else?”
I know that he expects the answer to be yes, but instead I say, “Well …”
“Oh?” I hear the interest in his voice. “Tell me.”
“Well, it’s just that I thought I should accessorize. After all, if I’m wearing the pearl necklace, then surely I should wear the matching panties.”
I trace my hand down to the thong that he once gave me, a delicious little piece of lingerie with a string of pearls in the most interesting of locations.
“Oh, baby,” he says, and I can’t help the bubble of laughter that bursts free.
“Make me squirm,” I say, “and you’ll make me come.”
“Slide your hand down,” he orders, “but touch nothing but the pearls.”
I do, moaning a little because the sensation is exquisite, all the more so because the pearls are slick with my own arousal.
“Very nice,” he says. “But, baby, as much as I’m enjoying this game, I think it’s time for us to give it up.”
“Oh.” The disappointment practically floods my voice, and I hear his low chuckle of understanding.
“I’m on the property,” he says.
“Oh!” I may have been enjoying the game, but I cannot deny that I’m ready to have the man and not the fantasy.
“I want you on the bed.” The command is clear in his voice, and I melt just a little bit more. “Legs open. Arms at your sides. And your eyes closed.”
I comply, though it is hard to stay still when I hear the security system beeping, signaling that he has opened the door.
I’ve tucked the folded itinerary under the band of my thong, but I’m otherwise exactly how he wanted me to be. I hear his footsteps and force myself not to open my eyes and watch him approaching me. And when his weight shifts the mattress, I bite my lower lip and breathe deep as he trails kisses up my leg, finally taking the itinerary in his teeth before straddling me and dropping it on my chest.
“You’ve been a very naughty girl,” he says, then lowers himself to kiss me, long and hard. “I like it.”
I laugh, then open my eyes as I hook my arms around his neck and pull myself up for another kiss before taking the itinerary and setting it aside. “I like my present. A spa getaway with my husband. It’s perfect.”
“You’re perfect,” he says. “And right now, I’m not interested in spas or islands or getaways.” He starts to kiss his way down my body. “Can you guess what I am interested in?”
I press my fingertip against the corner of my mouth. “Hmm. Let me think.”
I lift my head long enough to meet his eyes. “I love you.”
“I know you do,” he says. “And that knowledge is what fuels my days and lights my nights. Now put your head back, baby, and close your eyes. I want to make you fly.”