My hand trembles as I tie her wrists loosely, then pin her to the door with my body. My mouth trails down her throat, and when she arches against me, I scrape my teeth against her collarbone. Her dress has a slit to her thigh, and I slide my hand up, slow, avoiding where she wants my touch the most.
“You’ve been waiting for this, haven’t you?” I murmur against her ear. Her moan shreds what little restraint I have left. But when I feel that she’s not wearing her panties, it’s like I’m checked hard into the boards.
“Took them off before dessert,” she whispers. “Just in case.”
I drop to my knees and push her legs apart. Her dress rides up, and I bury my face between her thighs. Her scent, her taste—it’s enough to ruin me. She jerks her hips, and I groan against her pussy, licking, sucking, teasing her clit until she’s writhing.
Izzy loops her hands behind my head, moaning my name, and when she shatters, I hold her through it, drinking down every broken sound she gives me.
I should stop here. Ishould.
But when she looks down at me, lips parted, eyes wide and glassy, Ican’t.
I scoop Izzy up, carrying her to the bedroom, and set her on her feet next to the bed.
Izzy’s flushed, still catching her breath. My hands tremble as I brush her hair from her face. “I need…”
She waits, her eyes dropping to my mouth.
“Can’t do that… not right now.” I laugh, tipping my head to rest against her shoulder. I gently untie her hands and kiss the faint red lines left behind. Her fingers trace up my arm, then rake back through my hair. I hiss out a breath. “Shower. Let’s shower. I need a minute.”
She pulls back and tugs at the end of my bow tie. “You in a tux,Mr. Murphy, could be considered a crime.”
“You think I’m pretty?” I tease.
“Please, you know you’re pretty. Don’t let it go to your head. I’ve heard you can berealcocky.”
“Jesus,” I say, struggling to hold it together. “Nope, changed my mind. Saycockone more time, and break’s over.” I lean down and graze my teeth against the pulse point at the base of her neck until she shudders beneath me. When I pull back, a bite mark is left behind, and a possessive flare sparks in my chest.
Mine, I think.She could be mine.
Izzy’s fingers work the buttons of my dress shirt as I tug at the hidden zipper at her side. The two of us struggle to undress one another, patience gone, as we stumble into my bathroom, all hands and giggles.
“Nice place you have.” She tosses aside my pants. “Nice shower. Fancy. Very big.”
Thebpops from her red lips. I arch a brow. “Now who’s flirting with who?”
She was not talking about my shower, but the bulge in my underwear she’s pretending not to stare at.
My fingers curl slowly under the straps of her gown, then lift them off her shoulders. The red velvet pools at her feet, and Izzy stands in front of me in a nude strapless bra, her eyes wide as I take her in.
“Less sexy when I’m not wearing any underwear.” Izzy shifts, one hand moving to cover herself.
I only twirl my finger for her to spin, refusing to believe the beautiful woman in front of me isn’t sexy. She could wear a trash bag and make it look good. My fingers quickly unhook her bra, and I let it fall to the warm tile floor between us.
For a second, the only sound is her soft exhale as her shoulders drop.
“Seems unfair, I’m naked first.” She keeps her back to me.
“We canstop.”
“No.” Slowly, she turns, arms at her sides, but she won’t meet my eyes.
“Hey,” I whisper. “Afraid to see it?”
A soft laugh bursts out of her. “You would say something like that. No, I’m… I know I’m not what you’re used to. I’m not a model, and I sure as hell am not stick thin.”
“You’re perfect.”
