And then his fingers were gone, leaving her feeling empty and yearning. He yanked her lace panties down to her knees, letting them fall from there. Chloe kicked out of them as she felt his fingers at the hook of her bra. The lace fell from her breasts, leaving her naked except for the spangled heels. The curves of her body seemed tender and vulnerable framed by the navy of Nathan’s suit. When he wrapped his arm across her waist, the dark sleeve of his jacket looked and felt almost like a restraint. She shook with the intensity of her arousal.
He nipped at the side of her neck, driving her even wilder. She rubbed her bottom against the erection she could feel through the wool of his trousers. Another groan tore from his throat, and he released her abruptly to unzip his fly and pull a foil envelope from his pocket. She turned to take the condom from him and stroke it down over his cock, making him hiss and throw his head back.
He took her wrists and towed her to the hanging rack, spinning her back to it before he pulled her hands up over her head and wrapped her fingers around the bar. She held on tightly as he gripped her buttocks to lift her and open her thighs. She felt the head of his cock brush against her in a perfect combination of hard and soft. He brought her down as he flexed his hips upward, burying himself deep inside her. The delicious sensation of being filled all at once wrenched a cry of pleasure from her throat.
“Shh!” he warned, but he was smiling like a wolf, wild and predatory.
She wrapped her legs around his hips and locked her ankles behind him, using the bar to leverage herself hard against him. The friction sent a thrill spiraling through her, so she arched backward. He pulled away and thrust back into her, his fingers digging into the soft skin of her behind as he moved and angled her. Then his hair was brushing her shoulder as he bent to take one nipple into his mouth and graze it with his teeth. Pure sensation shot from her breast to the coil of tension deep in her belly. Her muscles rippled into a clench around Nathan’s cock. He sucked at her breast and her muscles tightened again.
“That’s it,” he muttered against her skin before he lifted his head to capture her gaze. He shifted his grip and began to stroke in and out of her in a hard, driving rhythm. She watched the build of lust in his eyes as he pushed them both closer and closer to their release. She felt the moment of suspense as she balanced on the edge, and then her entire body seemed to burst into a supernova of orgasm, making her fling her head back and hang onto the rod for dear life as her internal muscles clamped around Nathan’s sensual invasion.
She felt him seat himself even deeper to reach his own climax, nearly bruising her with the convulsive strength of his hands. For a long moment, they stayed bowed against each other, riding their climaxes together. And then he was cradling her in his arms as the aftershocks continued to shudder through her.
“You can let go,” he murmured, taking all her weight. She unwrapped her suddenly cramped fingers from the bar and draped her arms limply over Nathan’s shoulders. Gazing past his head into the repeating reflections of the angled mirrors, she got a delicious shock from the sight of his hands on her bare bottom. She shifted, her breasts brushing against the fabric of his jacket, which made her internal muscles shiver again.
He carried her to the upholstered chair in the corner of the fitting room and sat, moving her so she was curled on his lap.
“I never thought I’d ever do that.” Chloe snuggled into his chest, loving the feel of his body heat through the cotton and wool of his clothes.
“Make love in a dressing room?” His voice was a low rumble against her cheek.
“Make love in Dior pumps.”
He chuckled and ran his hand down the bare curve of her back to give her rump a quick squeeze. “If you want to greet Faye naked, it’s fine by me, but I know how modest you are, so you should probably get dressed.”
Chloe sighed. It was a shame to move when she felt so utterly sated and relaxed. “She knew what we were planning to do.”
“I’m sure it’s not the first time a man has been driven to strip the clothes off the beautiful woman he’s buying them for.”
Right. He was buying her these clothes for the wedding, and after that she would go back to being an employee. Her afterglow died like a burned-out lightbulb. Putting her palms flat on his chest, she pushed away from him and squirmed off his lap. “You should deactivate your camera jammer.”
He caught her by the waist and dropped a kiss on the tip of each of her breasts, making her tremble as his lips sent delicious shivers spinning into her belly. He looked up at her. “You need to put your clothes on or I won’t be able to stop touching you.”
She couldn’t resist tracing one of his strong, dark eyebrows with her fingertip, feeling the contrast of hair over skin over bone. The mesmerizing textures and stark angles of his upturned face caught at her heart. She had to swallow hard to banish the lump of regret lodged in her throat. “I don’t want you to stop,” she whispered.
Desire flared in his gray eyes and his grip on her tightened.