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He released her wrists, stroking his hands down the inside of her arms, loving the way it took her a few extra seconds before she remembered to lower them.
He wasn’t finished. There were still so many places he’d yet to adorn.
“And I wouldn’t stop with the traditional pieces.” He was aware that he was about to reveal a part of himself he typically guarded closely.
“What do you mean?”
“My rubies would dangle from your nipples,” he whispered, using the backs of his fingers once more, running them over the lace bodice of her dress, over her breasts. He could feel the tautness of her nipples, knew the effect his words were having on her.
“Where else?” she asked, her voice husky with need.
“From the clamp I’d put on your clit.”
He heard her slight intake of breath, desire naked in her big brown eyes.
“But the largest ruby would peek out from the plug I’d put in your ass.”
“God,” she breathed.
After that heated kiss in the elevator, he’d purposely slowed things down, giving Liza time to decide if this was what she wanted.
Now, time was up.
Matt leaned toward her, placing his rough cheek against her smooth one. “You would be my naughty red queen.”
Liza’s response was instant. She grasped his shoulders, placing her lips against his in a kiss that was hard and hungry.
He cupped the back of her head, holding her there, pushing her lips open with his. Kissing wasn’t part of his sexual repertoire. It wasn’t that he didn’t kiss his lovers. He did. But they were glancing touches, a small part of the experience he utilized to increase the woman’s arousal.
Kissing had never done anything for him, never left him gasping for air, desperate for another taste.
He pulled away, fighting to regain control. Tonight was about sex. Nothing more.
It had to be, or he’d lose what was left of his sanity.
“Bedroom,” he said, rising from the couch.
She took the hand he proffered, letting him lead her to the master bedroom. Once they were there, he lifted his finger, gesturing for her to turn around.
Liza presented him with her back, pulling her hair over one shoulder as he unbuttoned the two buttons holding her dress together at the base of her neck, before lowering the zipper at her lower back.
Liza looked back at him, not a hint of timidness in her gaze. It was one of the first things that had drawn him to her. He had no interest in innocence. He liked her boldness, her confidence. It called to him.
Once the dress was loose, she let the material fall away, stepping out of it as it hit the floor. She kept her back to him, giving him a bird’s-eye view of her ass.
Fuck him.
He was right. She wore a thong.
Pushing his fingers into the thin elastic, he shoved it down, stroking her ass as he did so. It was round and pert and full and so goddamned perfect.
Liza kicked off the thong, then turned to face him.
She didn’t seek to hide her body. Instead, her hands hung loose by her sides, and she let him look his fill.
He took his time, painfully aware that this would be his only night with her. To pursue more would be madness.
Liza was patient with his perusal, up to a point, then she reached for him and finished unbuttoning his shirt. Like him, she touched every place she bared, her fingers sliding along his pecs, down to his stomach. She shoved her hands beneath the material, her hands stroking his arms as she peeled the shirt off completely.
