“Ah, Isabelle. You are irresistible.”
She raised her head to look at him in the reflection. Her lids were heavy over her eyes and a pleased smile played over her lips. “You are a very. Bad. Man.”
He chuckled. “May I continue my bad, bad ways?”
Her lips parted. “I can’t wait to see what you have in mind.”
He grinned. It took only a few moments to retrieve and put on a condom. He returned and set one hand on her hip, pulling her toward him. He placed the other hand on the small of her back, encouraging her to bend over just a bit more. Then he slid inside her.
She moaned.
“Good?” He rocked against her, filling her.
“Yes,” she whispered. Then she drew in air and repeated it louder. “Oh, yes.”
Watching her abandon herself, the sheer pleasure on her face, almost undid him. He gritted his teeth and struggled to make this last, withdrawing slowly from inside her and plunging back into her. She called out, spreading her fingers wide on the wall and bracing herself more securely. “Harder.”
He drew back again and obliged, thrusting into her hard and deep.
She nodded, barely coherent. “Do it again.”
He took hold of her hips and did. And again. He started slow, rhythmic, to make sure he gave her what she wanted without hurting her. And she was making him work to keep his own control but his own pressure was building. He picked up the pace, his balls tightening as the sensations shot through him.
Her inner muscles tensed as she crested into another orgasm and he couldn’t hold himself back any longer. He drove into her once, twice, and came inside her with mind-blowing release.
*
Lizzy’s vision cleared while she was still trembling from the second orgasm he’d given her in...yup, less than fifteen minutes.
Whew. He hadn’t been kidding.
In the reflection of the mirror, she watched Kyle walk into the bathroom and emerge a minute later with a hand towel. She appreciated the consideration.
Cleanup took a minute or so in comfortable silence. He stayed close, brushing his lips over her shoulder or helping steady her with a hand at her waist.
Finally, she turned to him and held out her hand.
He glanced down at her open palm, at his own groin, and back up to meet her gaze. Oh, another night, she was going to make him unbutton and do exactly what he was implying. Definitely.
“Panties.” She raised an eyebrow at him.
He blinked at her in mock innocence. “You want them?”
There was an interesting idea. She’d never gone out to dinner without them, especially not wearing a dress like this. With him, it could be all sorts of dangerous.
“Yes. I will be wearing panties tonight. This is business.” She would hold firm. She was not going to let him talk her out of it.
Even if he’d already coaxed her out of the panties anyway.
Gah. He was all sorts of bad things. He made her want to entertain so many ill-advised little ideas, she wasn’t ever going to manage to remember them. Until he looked at her with those naughty eyes and that suggestive grin.
“Seriously.” She gave him a scowl, even if she was giggling inside. “Hand them over.”
He sighed. Then he made a production of pulling them out of his pocket ever so slowly. Staring at her, he kneeled down in front of her and held them so she could step into them.
Had she ever been so turned on by a man putting her panties on her?
Nope. But it was a great new experience.
Chapter Twenty-One
“Relax.” Kyle gave the hotel bellman a wink as he held out his hand for Lizzy.
She set her heels on the ground before standing up out of the cab, the hem of her cocktail dress whispering around her thighs.
“I can’t believe I let you talk me into this dress,” she murmured.
“I thought you liked it.” He definitely did.
“It looked fine when I was standing in front of the mirror.” She let him transfer her hand from his own to the crook of his arm so he could lead her inside to the ballroom. “I didn’t realize how short it was going to be when I sat down.”
“I did.” He grinned as she freed her hand and swatted him across the shoulder.
“You’re...”
“Incorrigible.” He supplied a word for her since she seemed to be having trouble deciding on a descriptor of her own. Reaching out, he adjusted the delicate lace mask she wore to better show her eyes. “And you are beautiful.”
She sighed. “I should’ve gone with my original idea.”
Anyone overhearing her in the somewhat crowded lobby might assume she was still talking about choice of wardrobe. But Kyle thought she was referring to the idea of slipping in with the catering staff.
“I like this idea better.” Hotel personnel directed them toward a set of escalators leading to the mezzanine level and the ballroom. “Besides, would anyone who knows you anticipate this as your method of arrival?”