They made haste through the rain. The doorman at the Ritz-Carlton swung open the door at their approach. In the elevator, Roarke hungrily seized her mouth again, dragging her close and letting his hands rove possessively over her hips and buttocks, singeing her lips with hot kisses until the elevator chime notified them of the arrival on his floor.
At the door to his room, he inserted the thin card into the slot, and the lock clicked. He turned to her, giving her a look as if to say, Are you sure? In answer, Celeste pushed down on the handle and led the way inside.
It was all happening so fast, but she didn’t want to stop. To tell him she’d never done anything like this before would be so cliché. So when he grabbed her from behind, she leaned into his warm embrace. He marched her to a spot in the room where he could flick a switch and illuminate the space in lamplight.
“You’re so damn sexy.” He uttered the words in a low tone, at the same time reaching for the zipper beneath her arm.
His insistent erection pressed against the cleft of her butt cheeks, and she rested her head on his shoulder. He shoved the dress down and turned her in a circle to face him. For a moment, her earlier boldness diminished as she stood there in only a red thong and red heels. Then she saw the lust smoldering in his dark eyes and endured his inspection, standing straight and letting her breasts jut proudly from her chest.
“Sexy,” he said again before backing her against the wall.
With strokes of his tongue, he licked the sheen of rainwater from her skin, traveling up her arm and switching to mini-kisses across her shoulder. He settled into the crook of her neck, where his kisses became more arduous and demanding. When his fingers hooked in the thin elastic strips at her hips and shoved the thong down her thighs, her entire body flushed with expectation.
She watched him lower to his knees, and she stepped out of the satin panties.
“Let me see if I can dry you off.”
The rasp of his voice scraped across her nerve endings before he ran his long fingers up her damp calves, past the back of her knees to hold her thighs apart. He pressed his mouth to the juncture of her thighs, and his tongue began an in-depth exploration of the delicate folds.
Celeste gasped loudly at the firm pressure of his soft lips, acute arousal winding its way through her as she watched him from her view above and heard the sounds his lips made as he continued with his pleasure-giving task. His fingers tightened on her thighs, keeping her open to the degree he wanted. Clutching his dark head, she rolled her hips against his face in a mindless grasp toward a climax.
Her body grew taut as he continued his vain attempt to lick her dry, every cell attuned to the thrust and twirl of his tongue and the pressure of kisses from his full lips. She barreled toward an orgasm. Another one, so soon after the first. A hoarse cry of satisfaction burst from her lungs as a tidal wave of pleasure overtook her body and left her weak and sagging against the wall.
Roarke rose to his full height and watched the labored rise and fall of her perfect little breasts. He started unbuttoning his vest. “I’m just getting started.” Her eyes widened. “Keep on the heels,” he said with a roguish grin.
When he’d stripped out of his clothes, they moved onto the bed, where he dragged her down on top of him. He ran his hands up and down the length of her back, molding her soft contours to his harder frame, caressing her hips and thick thighs. He kissed her deeply before rolling her over so she lay beneath him.
He retrieved a condom from his pants.