“Rough day?”
She turned her head to look at him and smiled again. “Not too bad. Just long. I had several showings and had a sale go bust on me. It was a big one, so I was pretty bummed about it. Seller backed out at the last minute.”
He raised her hand to his mouth and kissed each fingertip. She shivered at the gentle attention, and she didn’t want the moment to end.
“I’m sorry. I hope what I have planned will make up for such a pissy day.”
“You keep doing that,” she said, nodding her head toward her hand, “and I’ll be your slave.”
“Mmm, I like the sound of that.”
So did she.
They drove the rest of the way in silence, but he never let go of her hand. He held it on his lap, the back of it pressed against his thigh and his fingers resting over her palm.
When he turned off into a hotel parking lot, she looked over in curiosity. He just grinned.
“Trust me,” he said. “Stay righ
t there.”
He got out and came around to her door and opened it. He reached up to help her down and she met the hard contours of his body as she slid to the pavement. Then he took her hand and headed for the entrance.
Tiny butterflies danced in her stomach as she imagined what he had in store. He punched the button to the elevator, and they waited until finally it dinged and the door opened.
When they were inside, he pressed the button for his floor and waited as the door shut once more. Then he reached into his pocket and pulled out a long piece of red satin.
“Turn around,” he murmured.
She hesitated a brief moment before doing his bidding. As she had done to him the weekend before, he slid the satin over her eyes. He tied it in back and then she felt his lips on the bare skin of her neck.
He kissed his way up to the sensitive spot behind her ear, causing a million tiny goose bumps to break out on her flesh. His hands smoothed up her shoulders as he sucked the lobe of her ear into his mouth, his tongue toying with the back of her earring.
She shivered uncontrollably in the dark.
The elevator halted, and he slid an arm around her as she heard the door open.
“Your night awaits you,” he murmured as he led her out of the elevator.
Chapter Eight
Wes guided Payton down the hall, his arm wrapped around her shoulders. When they stopped, she heard him insert the room card and then he opened the door.
The cool air blew over her body as he walked her inside. She sniffed as a floral aroma danced across her nose. He left her for a moment, and seconds later, she heard the unmistakable rush of water. A bathtub?
He returned and ran his fingers lightly up her neck then across her jaw, stroking, teasing her with his touch. They lowered to the top button of her blouse, and she felt the slight pull of the material over her breasts as he undid it.
More cool air brushed over her as he worked his way down her shirt. He tugged it free of her skirt then pushed the blouse over her shoulders until it fell to the floor.
Leaving one finger on her bare belly, he walked around behind her, letting his finger run a path around her waist to her spine. A shiver took over her body.
His fingers lowered to the zipper of her skirt. The waist loosened as he pulled the zipper downward, but he didn’t let the skirt fall. Instead it slid ever so slowly down her hips as he pulled. Finally it pooled around her ankles, and he took her elbow and helped her step out of it.
He moved around until he faced her again, and she could sense him looking at her.
“You are so damn beautiful,” he murmured. “Every man’s fantasy. A gorgeous woman standing in front of him in heels and thigh-high hose. And pink lace panties and bra. How you manage to look so delectably feminine and devilishly sexy at the same time is beyond me. I alternate between wanting to make slow, sweet love to you and fucking you hard and hot.”
His words sent a sharp bolt of arousal flooding through her body. Her legs shook and the burning between her legs intensified. Her clit swelled and ached, and anticipation fluttered deep in her belly.
He moved closer until his chest pressed against her breasts. Wrapping his arms around her, he walked her backwards until she bumped the bed. Now she knew how he’d felt when she’d done the same to him.
“Lay down,” he murmured.
She complied, sinking onto the soft bed. He pressed his mouth to her belly, kissing her once, the brush of his goatee tickling the sensitive skin.
He stepped back and raised one of her legs. His fingers glided down her limb, rolling underneath to brush the backside. When he reached the heel of her shoe, he tugged, pulling it free. The shoe slid off and fell with a clunk to the floor.
He repeated the same, slow tease with the other leg until both shoes had been removed.
Her fingers curled into the bedding as he began removing her hose. Each touch, each whisper across her skin sent a delicious shudder up her body. Then he bent to press his mouth against her leg, following the downward progress of her hose with his lips.
She moaned, surprised at the torturous, needy sound spilling from her throat. Unable to see his movements, not knowing where he’d touch her next, heightened her anticipation to a nearly painful threshold.
He eased one leg down and then lifted her other, giving it identical treatment as he removed the stocking. She was awash in desire, her pulse beating frantically, her blood racing, and he had only just begun.
When his fingers slipped underneath the thin lace of her underwear, she arched into him, aching for him to touch her, wanting his fingers to slide between the wet folds of her pussy.
Instead, he eased the panties down over her hips and kissed the skin just above the nest of curls. She flinched in reaction, gasping at the electric shock.
He worked her underwear down her legs until he tugged it free of her feet.
“Roll over,” he commanded.
She rolled to the left, aided by his firm hands. Hands that caressed her back and slid down to cup the globes of her ass.
Her fingers curled tighter into the bedding, and she clenched her teeth, sure she’d go nuts if he didn’t stop his sensual assault.