"We should be quiet?"
"Of course. Discretion is of primary importance."
"How much time do we have?"
Her eyes go to the alarm clock on the nightstand. "Not much. My mission commences at the top of the hour."
"Your mission?"
"I'm afraid that's classified."
"But we're here together. There must be some reason for that."
"Our missions are aligned?"
I nod.
"Still. I can't be sure."
"But you have twenty minutes?"
"At best."
I cross the room to her. Wrap my fingers around her wrists. Pin her to the wall with my hips.
Fuck, I want her so badly.
We've had two perfect days in Paradise. We've done every single fucking thing I wanted to do here. She completely ignored my attempts to teach her to surf. Insisted she knew what she was doing, even when she fell down for the fifteenth time. She squealed with delight as she glided down a zip line. We danced under the fucking moonlight.
I press my lips to her neck. "Any weapons I should know about?"
"Besides my wit?"
I break character with a chuckle. "And your charm."
"What do you think?"
My fingers find the edge of her dress. I trace the slit up her thigh. Then down, over her skin.
She arches her back, shifting her hips against mine.
"A thigh-holster." My palm curls around her leg. I bring it higher, higher, higher.
"No." Her breath hitches in her throat. "Not at the moment."
"How can I trust you?"
"All I have is my word, Mr. Maddox."
"How do I know that's any good?" Higher.
"You don't."
"It's a good thing I want my hands on your thighs."
"Yes. It's—" Her words fade into a moan. "Fuck." Her nails dig into my shoulders as my fingers skim her cunt.
My balls tighten. "You're naked under here."
She drops character with a heavy nod.
I forget all about the game we're playing. "That for me?"
"Yeah."
"And this?" I bring my other hand to her chest. Slide it under her tight dress. Toy with her nipple.
"It's all for you." Her teeth sink into her bottom lip. "It's always for you."
My thumb finds her clit. It's instinct. I need her body pressed against mine. I need her lost in ecstasy.
Everything has been fucking perfect. But that's about to end.
Tonight is Penny's rehearsal dinner.
Who knows what the fuck that will bring?
"Ryan." She tugs at my suit jacket. "You… I… Harder."
I rub her harder.
Tease her with one finger.
Two.
Her eyelids press together.
Her tongue slides over her lips.
She's lost in me, but that isn't enough.
I bring my lips to hers.
She arches into me, opening her mouth to make way for my tongue, parting her legs to invite my hand.
I rub her until she's groaning against my mouth.
Then I pull my hand to her thigh and drag my lips over her cheek.
I plant a soft kiss on her collarbone.
Then lower, just above the neckline of her dress.
Her hand knots in my hair. She nods a yes. A please. A now.
My hands go to her hips. I pull her body onto mine as I walk backward. It's a messy path to the bed, but we get there.
I push her onto the mattress.
Her eyes find mine as she scoots up the bed. She hikes her dress to her waist. Pries her thighs apart.
Fuck, she's beautiful.
I climb onto the bed. Place myself between her legs.
She shudders as I drag my lips up her inner thigh.
I go higher and higher and higher.
Her hand knots in my hair as I bring my lips to her cunt.
She's already wet and she's so fucking sweet.
I lick her from top to bottom. Then from bottom to top.
I do it a little faster.
A little harder.
I take my time tasting every inch of her. Then I bring my lips to her left labia and suck hard.
"Fuck." She groans as I scrape my teeth against her flesh.
I move to her right and do it again.
Her heel digs into my back.
My jacket gets too fucking heavy. Even with the AC turned up high, I'm burning up in this thing.
But that doesn't fucking matter.
Making her come matters.
It's all that matters.
Still, I revel in her pleasure. I suck on her lips. I scrape my teeth against her. I plunge my tongue inside her.
She unfolds for me. She spreads wider, digs her heel into my back, tugs at my hair.
"Ryan." She tugs harder. "Please. Make me come. Please."
My cock pulses. She's so fucking sexy like this.
She groans as I bring my mouth to her clit.
I brush my lips against her as lightly as I can.
I do it again.
I do it until she's panting.
Then I take her clit between my lips and I suck hard.
"Fuck." She squeezes me with her thighs. Her knees wobble.
I bring my hands to her ass and hold her in place.
Then I suck on her clit until her groans are running together. Until she's pulsing as she comes on my lips.
She gets wetter. Sweeter. Louder.
I pull back to nip at her thigh.
She stares down at me, her blue-green eyes hazy with lust. Slowly, she nods.
I dive between her legs.
Flick my tongue against her clit. I start soft and slow. Then I go harder. Faster.
There.
She tugs at my hair as I hit just the right speed, just the right pressure.
A few flicks of my tongue and she's there.
She groans my name as she comes.
Her hand finds my suit jacket. She tugs at it, tugging me up her body. "Fuck, Ryan."
I press my lips to hers.
Her hand curls into my hair. She holds my head against hers as she kisses me hard and deep.
I keep her pinned to the bed.
Keep my mouth against hers.
Fuck, she tastes good everywhere.
Her hands find my belt. She pulls it from the loop. Undoes the buckle.
Then she stops.
Fuck.
Someone's knocking on the door.
They're still knocking on the door.
My brother's voice flows through the wood. "You miss me?"
"Tell him to fuck off," she breathes.
I could.
I want to.
But I want her like this. I want her on the edge. I want her aching for me.
I shake my head. "We should go." I bring my hand to my lips. Suck the taste of her from my thumb.
Her gaze goes to my crotch. "You want to go?"
"I want to make you wait."
"But you…" Her eyes nearly bug out of her head. "You do?"
I nod.
"Why?"
"It turns me on."
"But you're already—"
"It's better when you draw it out."
"Okay." Her eyes find mine. "Are you sure?"
"A hundred percent."
"What if I demand you fuck me?"
"I'm not gonna deny you."
She presses her lips together, assessing her options. Finally, she nods an okay. "I'll get the door. You should—" she nods to the bathroom.