Hot and Bothered (Some Like It Hot 3)

He glanced from the closet to the dresser, realizing just how strategically she’d placed his chair. He had an unobstructed view of the two of them, at different angles. “I see the mirrors.” He swallowed thickly, in near pain at the throbbing pressure taking up residence in his pants. “And I see you and me reflected in them, too.”

She smiled in satisfaction. “Perfect.”

He tipped his head, going along with her charade. “And why’s that?”

“I want to watch us, together, and you’ll get to do the same.”

Hedonistic images projected in his mind, of the two of them intimately entwined in the heat of passion. He groaned, knowing the fantasy would soon become reality, with both of them being voyeurs to each other’s pleasure, and their own.

“All you have to do is tell me what you want, and it’s yours.” Her fingers glided over the full swell of her breasts, then she toyed with the thin strap holding up her sexy gown. “Would you like me to strip for you?”

“No, not yet.” Refusing her request tested his restraint, but he knew how one look at her naked body could make him rush headlong into a quick tryst. Tonight, he wanted to take his time with her, wanted to savor and enjoy her playful, uninhibited behavior. “Though I would like to know if you’re wearing any panties.”

“The negligee didn’t come with any.” She shrugged, feigning an innocence that turned him on even more. “Was I supposed to wear a pair?”

Undeniable excitement pulsed through him. “Sweetheart, I’ll take you just the way you are, which makes it nice and convenient for me.” He crooked a finger at her, inviting her closer. “I want you to come here and sit on my lap.”

She glided across the space separating them, and instead of sitting sideways on his thighs like he exp

ected, she settled her ass against his groin and leaned back against his naked chest. Looking into the mirror in front of him, he could easily see how her legs were positioned primly between his, with her feet flat on the floor and her knees locked together in a shy, modest manner that contradicted her vixen appearance and actions.

The back of her head came to rest on his shoulder, and she turned her face toward his, a sinful smile on her lips. “Is this okay?”

He settled his hands on her waist, just because he’d waited too long to touch her. And he wanted to make sure she stayed put. “It’s not quite what I had in mind, but I’ll make do.” Wedging his feet in between hers, he drew her knees apart, spreading her legs wide open for him. The silky material of her gown draped along her thighs and covered all her feminine secrets, but not for long.

He buried his lips against the side of her neck and moved them up to her ear. “Look in the mirror, Natalie,” he said, and placed his hands on her thighs.

She obeyed, watching as he gradually slid the hem of her negligee upward until he’d exposed the soft, swollen lips of her sex. His entire body constricted with a sizzling stroke of heat, and he lightly ran his fingers through the dark curls covering her mound.

“Mmm, absolutely perfect,” he said, his tone low and rough with arousal.

She squirmed restlessly on his lap, her breathing deepening. “Noah…touch me.”

He knew what she wanted. Knew what she needed. But she’d been the one to suggest something erotic tonight, and he wasn’t about to let her off so easily. “There’s something incredibly exciting about watching a woman pleasuring herself,” he murmured as he brushed his lips against her jaw and let his hands drift up her arms. “I want to watch you touch yourself. Everywhere.”

Hooking his thumbs beneath the straps holding up her gown, he slid them over her shoulders and down her arms. The shimmery fabric pooled around her waist, revealing her full, heavy breasts to both of their gazes. Her large, darkly flushed nipples pulled tight with desire. With her wanton and naked on his lap and with longing darkening her eyes, she was the very essence of feminine sexuality.

And she was all his.

“God, you’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmured, in awe of her grace, elegance, and sensuality. Taking her hands, he flattened her palms on her breasts and helped knead the supple flesh with their entwined fingers until she picked up a rhythm she liked best. She moaned in protest when his hands drifted away to let her take over on her own.

“Do whatever feels good,” he coaxed, and groaned when she rolled her nipples between her fingers and pinched them just hard enough to make her breath catch and her back arch into her hands.

And that’s all it took for her to lose herself in the provocative fantasy he’d spun and to embrace her body’s restless needs, to satisfy the carnal cravings he knew had her so on edge. Her palms skimmed lower and he watched, completely captivated, as her fingers fluttered along the inside of her splayed thighs and finally slid into her wet heat with a long, slow, deliberate stroke. She caressed herself a few more times before she focused her attention on her clit, touching and circling the sensitive nub of flesh in a way that made her eventually gasp, shudder, and come apart.

Her head fell back, and a soft, wrenching cry escaped her throat as her orgasm hit, hard and intense. Her hips rocked into her fingers, and her bottom rubbed against his rock-hard erection, forcing him to grit his teeth to keep from coming right along with her.

Giving her a few moments to float down from her high, he brushed his lips along her flushed cheek and gently fondled her breasts to maximize her pleasure until the last of the shock waves rippling through her body receded. Finally, she went lax against him, her lashes fluttered back open, and she met his gaze in the mirror with a lazy, replete smile.

Turning her head to look up at him, she lifted a hand and trailed her fingers along his jaw. “My plan was to have my wicked way with you.”

Catching her wrist in a gentle hold, he brought her hand to his mouth so he could deliberately nibble and lick the taste of her off her fingers. “Here’s your chance,” he murmured with a sinful grin. “Finish undressing me.”

Obeying his request, she slid to the floor in front of him. She removed her gown, tossed it aside, and pushing his knees open, she moved in between. Slowly, deliberately, she eased the tab of his zipper down and over the thick shaft stretching the front of his jeans, then she grasped the waistband and pulled both his pants and boxer briefs down his legs and off, leaving him just as naked as she was.

Wetting her lips with her tongue as if he were a sensual feast she was about to devour, she encircled him with her soft, slender fingers and squeezed his aching erection. A drop of pre-come appeared, and she used her thumb to spread the silky bead of moisture over the broad tip of his cock and along the ridge of his shaft. His stomach muscles flexed, his dick pulsed in response, and a lustful groan rumbled in his chest, encouraging her to continue.

The sweetest, most seductive smile appeared on her lips. “Now it’s your turn to watch,” she said, and took him into her mouth.