“You’re welcome. May I see them now?”
She would have answered, but his hands had already found the zipper at the base of her shoulders and were slowly lowering it. A well-placed tug and the dress cascaded down her body to puddle at her feet, leaving her in a barely-there web of sheer black lace. The shoes became the least of her discomfort.
His eyes moved over her, scorching an unhurried path down her reflection and then up her other side, where his hooded eyes prevented her from knowing exactly what parts of her captured his interest. The whole experience caused her skin to tighten. Finally, their eyes met in the mirror again. He ran a finger down the strapless edge of the bustier he’d sent her to the easily discernible point of her nipple. She shivered when he grazed it.
“Cold?”
Hot. Bothered, and a little self-conscious, standing next to naked while he wore a suit and tie and inspected her at his leisure. “Curious,” she corrected. “Don’t you see anything wrong with this picture?”
He flattened his palm against her stomach, spreading his fingers wide so his thumb swept the underside of her breast and his little finger teased the strip of bare skin between the bottom edge of the bustier and the top of the panties. They both watched her nipples tighten. “No. It’s flawless.”
She elbowed him in a rock-hard ab. “This isn’t fair. Why am I the only one in my underwear?” Enough of this one-sided bullshit. She started to turn, with the intention of relieving him of some clothes, but he tightened his arm, holding her to him, and slid his other hand down to cup her between her thighs.
Heat immediately welled to the place where his fingers played behind a thin panel of lace. “Patience, Czarina.” Then he took her chin, lifted and turned her face to his, and kissed her—a melding of mouths that tasted like smooth, cool wine and hot, elemental man. When he raised his head, she breathed deep, filling her lungs with his scent. “Tonight’s not about me seducing you. Tonight you’re going to seduce both of us.”
She battled the sweet weakness invading her knees. Another deep breath helped her win the struggle to keep her heavy eyelids open and not let her body sag against him. “How…will I do that?”
“Go kneel on the bed.” He took her hand to help her step over the dress. “Face the mirror. Keep the shoes on.”
She raised an eyebrow at him, but did as he asked. Thanks to the mirror, she could watch him watch her. See his gaze sliding over her body, from the jiggle of her breasts in their stretchy lace confines as she crawled over the mattress, to the arch of her back and the round curves of her ass left bare by the minuscule G-string, but bracketed on either side by thin black garters that ran from her hips to the tops of her thighs, where they clipped lace-topped stockings in place.
His hands weren’t anywhere near her now, but the way his eyes tracked her made her hyperaware of her every move and his every reaction. Once she came up onto her knees and faced the mirror, he peeled off his jacket and slung it across a chair in the corner. Next, he dragged at his tie with practiced fingers, loosening it until he could slip the knot free. The striped silk went into a tidy fold on the nightstand. As if he wanted to keep it handy. He flicked his cuffs open with an ease that had her insides quivering again. The links went on the nightstand, too, and he rolled the cuffs to the tops of his forearms, highlighting the wrists and hands that had drawn her attention from across a bar the night they’d met. The stainless steel watch encircling one wrist should have struck her as domesticated, but there was nothing domesticated about the man wearing it.
For some reason she couldn’t tear her eyes away from the sight of the civilized accessory. She watched it come nearer. The big, capable hand reached out and picked up the black bag sitting beside her on the bed. The other came into play as he worked the top open.
“Czarina?”
She looked up from the bag to find him watching her in the mirror. “Ever used one of these before?” He withdrew a sleek pink two-pronged device and held it up by the sculpted white handle. A vibrator—a nice one. The longer prong jutted upward in a smooth, gentle arch, flaring out midway to culminate in a wide, rounded top. The smaller prong looked like a graceful pink thumb. Her internal muscles clenched in anticipation. “Not one like that. Another of your careful selections?”
He grinned and inclined his head. “Yes.”
“Well, it’s a lovely color.” She hoped her face wasn’t turning the same shade, but she didn’t dare move her eyes from his.
“This particular shade of pink made me think of all the places you’d use it, but my careful selection went a little further than just color. Care to hear what else I considered?”
He didn’t need the toy. He’d learned how to turn her into an aching mess with just words. “What else?”
“You like deep penetration. You like when it stretches you to your limits.” His gaze flickered to her shoes. “A little discomfort makes you feel sexy.” Then he pointed to the vibrator. “The length and graduated thickness of this model should scratch that particular itch. It can also prepare you for…more.”
More was coming, she hoped, when he toed off his shoes. He climbed onto the bed, settled behind her, and held the vibrator about waist high in front of her so she could see it better. “Both the shape and motion are designed to help you hit your G-spot.” He tapped the handle and showed her the different speeds and undulations. “You’ll have to experiment to find the settings and motions that work best for you, but this should get you started.”
Then, with no warning at all, he reached behind her. Lace bit into her skin for a quick second, and then gave with barely a sound. The G-string landed in a lacy scrap on the bedspread, ruined for anything beyond tonight. Would she end up the same? Before she could ponder the question as fully as it no doubt deserved, he nudged the vibrator between her open thighs.
“Oooh.” She bowed her head, braced one hand on her thigh, and wrapped the other around his, holding tight like an eager passenger as he guided the vibe into her. After a few thoroughly effective gyrations, she let out a long sigh. Carefully selected, indeed.
“Eyes up, Czarina.” She raised her head to encounter their reflection in the mirror. His rangy body enveloped hers. Arms surrounded her. Long legs backstopped hers. The superfine wool of his trousers brushed her skin—a civilized veneer encasing the jutting ridge of his cock. She watched, hypnotized, as he worked the vibrator in leisurely strokes. The woman in the mirror started rocking her hips in a counter-rhythm. Only the low hum of the vibrator, her increasingly labored exhales, and the occasional wet glide of silicone over her dampening flesh disturbed the silence. The parts of her body framed by the bustier, the garters, and the thigh-highs melted.
“Look at you. So fucking sexy. How can you resist yourself?” After a few moments, he swept her hair over her shoulder and pressed a kiss to the nape of her neck. “This is all yours now.” He released the vibe and left her in exclusive control. “Just don’t get too distracted by the clit teaser.” His cocky grin teased her clit just as effectively as anything he could pull out of his bag of tricks. “I’ve noticed you like a lot of attention there, too.”
“I…where are you going?” She lost the rhythm as she turned to look at him. He eased off the bed.
“Not far.” He brought his fingers to the top button of his shirt, but waited. “Eyes front, please. Keep doing what you’re doing.”
She turned, relieved to find she could see him in the mirror. Relieved to know she wasn’t going to miss out on anything. From outside the glass doors, the setting sun painted the room peach. She reestablished her rhythm with the vibrator. The reliable action of the device kept her in a steady, comfortably predictable zone of pleasure, but the sight of him stripping off the dress shirt to bare every lean muscle of his chest caused unpredictable spikes. Those destabilizing spikes intensified as hard-etched abs came into view, and then intensified again when he pulled his shirttail free of his pants and revealed the faint trail of hair running from his navel to points south of his belt.
The shirt landed on the rug with a hushed rustle, and she admired the braided muscles of his arms. His fingers moved on to his belt. Anticipation tickled along her spine, but he paused. “Don’t get lazy, Czarina. You’re not a spectator.”
“Are you?” Despite the cranky response, she resumed attending to herself with the vibrator.