Brenna sighs and pulls at her dress again. “I look ridiculous.”
I kiss the side of her head. “No, I promise that is not the word anyone will use.”
Stunning. Gorgeous. Enchanting. Those are the words that will be printed in the paper about Brenna. She’s absolutely breathtaking, and I am somehow lucky enough to be escorting her in public. Catherine had her styled by one of the best designers, who crafted a dress that is elegant without looking as if she’s trying too hard. It’s long, emerald-green, and has a long slit, giving me the perfect view of her perfect legs. That’s not even the best part—no, that’s the back.
Or, I should say, the complete lack of it.
Her smooth skin is there for me to touch all night, and I fully plan to do that and a lot more.
“Can we just say I was sick?” she asks as she looks in the mirror in the foyer of the suite.
I roll my eyes. “No, we can’t say you were sick. It’s my premiere, and everyone knows you’re going to be on my arm tonight.”
“But no one wants to see me anyway.”
“I want to see you.”
“You can see me when you get back.”
I love her, but she’s killing me. “Look, you’re gorgeous, and I want to show you off.”
She wraps her arms around my waist, looking up at me. “I like when it’s just us.”
“Me too, but my movie schedule is grueling, and we talked about this.”
“I know, and I’m so proud of you, Jacob. I’m just being insecure.”
I shift closer to kiss her, but she leans away with a smile. “No kisses or you’ll smudge my makeup.”
My hands move down her back, feeling my way down to her ass. “Really?”
“Yes, really!”
“What if I kiss you here?” I ask as my mouth grazes the side of her neck. “Do you have makeup there?”
She giggles softly. “No.”
“Interesting . . . and what about here?” I move to her shoulder, pulling the strap as I go.
“No makeup there, but you’re going to mess up my dress.”
I turn her so she faces the mirror, and I can see that her eyes are filled with lust. While I’m sure Catherine left sex while dressed in formal wear off the list of things we shouldn’t do before we leave, it’s one I think we both need.
I want her out of her head, feeling as beautiful as I see her. “Lift your skirt,” I command. She watches me in the glass, chest rising and falling. “Lift it up so I don’t ruin it.”
She pulls it up, the slit playing peek-a-boo with her thigh. “Like that?”
I shake my head. “Higher.” While she pulls up, my hand slides down the front of her dress. “More, baby. I want to see what you’re wearing underneath this dress.”
Brenna moans softly as I cup her breast. “Jacob.”
“See this woman in front of me? She’s a goddess. She makes me fucking crazy with need. There’s no one else like her, and she’s mine.”
“Yours,” she says as a breath.
My other hand moves to her thigh, just barely grazing the skin there. “Lift your dress up, beautiful, or I might tear it off.”
“Please,” she begs softly.
“Please what?”
“Touch me.”
I move my hand up, but stop because I still can’t see what I want.
Brenna’s eyes open, warmth and heat swimming in the depths of blue. “Jacob . . .”
“Lift it. I want you to watch.”
She pulls it up just a bit higher, and I see she has nothing on underneath. “All night long, I’m going to sit next to you, knowing you’re not wearing anything and thinking about how good you’ll taste later. I won’t care about the movie or what anyone is saying, I’ll think about how good you feel right now.” I slide my finger along her seam, parting her. “Look at her,” I say when her eyes close. “Look at the woman I love come apart for me. I’m going to show you just how crazy you make me. You, Brenna. Only you.”
Brenna’s eyes are on us in the mirror. The reflection of us fully dressed, and yet completely exposed. “I love you.”
And I know it in every bone in my body. Right now, I want to feel it around my cock. I release her breast and slide my zipper down. “Hold on to the table,” I instruct.
Her hands grip the wood, and I have enough sense to hold the back of her dress with my other hand. I slide into her warmth, and we both let out sounds of contentment. “Yes!” she cries out.
“You feel so fucking good,” I tell her as I slam into her. “You have nothing to be insecure about. You are the most beautiful woman in the world, and tonight, they’re all going to wish they were me.” She moans again but not once do her eyes drift from mine in the mirror. “Do you see what I do?”
She nods, her teeth gripping her lower lip.
“Do you see how gorgeous you are?”
“Yes.”
“Do you feel how much I want you?”
“Yes!”
I push harder, thrusting with so much force the table is banging against the wall. The sensations are too much. I can’t hold back. I rub her clit and feel her tightening around me. “Come on, baby.” I coax her, knowing she’s close.
I keep at it, kissing her neck, and then her ear. She moans more, and I give more pressure and then slam into her harder. I feel her release as she cries out, and then, I’m done. I can’t hold back at the feel of her falling apart and watching her in the mirror.
My head rests on her back as I struggle to catch my breath.
Brenna starts to giggle. “That definitely put some color in my cheeks.”
I smile and pull her dress up around her breasts. “Be careful . . . we’ll get in trouble if we come out of the hotel looking like we just had sex.”
“You should’ve thought of that before you decided to seduce me.”
“It was a calculated risk that was well worth it.”
She groans and then heads off to the bathroom. I clean up, thankful that it’s a pretty easy fix for me. The clothes look good, hair is fine, and I’m waiting in the front room of the suite where we just fornicated when a text blips on my phone.
Catherine: Your limo will be there in five. Jackson and I will meet you at the start of the red carpet, and I’ll direct you from there. Jackson will be there for support for Brenna.
At first, I really wasn’t sure of this, but she said the optics of her talking to another person would be much better than of her standing there staring at me.
Me: Got it.
Catherine: Don’t be late. There is literally no room for anything outside of the schedule.
Me: You should’ve been a dictator. Your country would’ve succeeded.
Catherine: I’ll take that as a compliment. And you have three minutes now. Start walking to the lobby.
“Brenna?” I call out. “You okay? Did you fall in?”
“I’ll be right out!”
Maybe having sex right before was a bad idea. “Baby, the limo is going to be here, and I’m slightly afraid of Catherine.”