“No.”
“Liar.” I murmur in her ear.
ChapterThree
Lexi
I try not to look too impressed at the gorgeous luxury hotel suite, which is twice as big as my apartment. It has a separate living room, complete with a marble fireplace and ten-foot floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city. I stand at the window and look down, awed.
Bobby grasps my nape and pulls me close, kissing the side of my neck.
I’m not afraid of him, but I am nervous. It’s more performance anxiety. I don’t know what I’m doing. What he wants. How this works.
He presses the backs of his fingers over my heart, and it thumps to meet them, betraying my anxiety.
“I never do this sort of thing,” I admit.
“I know,” he murmurs, his expression soft. “That’s one of the things I like about you.”
“What else do you like?” I’m not above fishing for compliments.
He picks up a section of my hair and runs it over his cheek. “Everything I’ve seen so far.” His voice is low and seductive. “I’m going to have a hard time holding back.” He traces my collarbone with the tip of his finger.
“Then maybe you shouldn’t” I whisper.
He smiles like a satisfied cat and leads me down the hall, his hand at the small of my back like a gentleman.
Once inside, he yanks my body against his, kissing me hard. I moan against his mouth, loving the way he takes charge. He sweeps his tongue between my lips, claiming my mouth. Owning me. His hands knead my ass, then he drags them upward, peeling the fabric of my dress from my body in a single sweep.
“Mmm.” He stands back and drinks in my black and hot pink satin bra and matching panties. “I like those.”
Thank God he didn’t catch me in my cotton Wonder Woman panties with the holes worn at the seams. Every inch of my skin heats under his dark gaze. I start to kick off my heels, but he shakes his head.
I freeze, waiting for more information.
All he says is, “Good girl.”
My pussy clenches in response. Apparently, I have a praise kink.
“You look so beautiful in nothing but those heels,” he rumbles approvingly. He slips a finger under each strap of my bra and peels the cups down slowly to reveal my breasts.
He drinks them in, appreciation evident, then he grows impatient again, yanking the bra to my waist, and crushing a hand over one of my breasts as his mouth bends to the other. He flicks his tongue over the tip of my nipple, then sucks it deep into his mouth before releasing it abruptly and nipping with his teeth.
I gasp, clawing at his arms at the brief pain he inflicted before he returns to pleasuring me. My internal muscles squeeze and clench. He moves so fast and with such confidence, he overwhelms my senses, and I melt into his touch. He strokes one hand down my belly, slipping inside the front of my panties where he brushes a finger across my dripping pussy. The shock of touch on my most sensitive parts makes me moan.
“Someone’s wet,” he murmurs approvingly, the deep rich tones of his voice reverberating through every sinew of my body. He yanks my panties down then pushes me back onto the bed. Hoisting my legs into the air, he holds my ankles with one hand and gives my ass a slap.
I gasp in surprise, squirming against the grip he already loosed to unbuckle his belt and kick off his pants and boxer briefs. I stare when he pulls off his shirt to reveal a broad, muscled chest dusted with dark curls. My eyes slide lower, where his cock juts out proudly, his erection impressive. I lick my lips, my heart skittering. No wonder he has confidence in his bedroom performance.
Despite the fact that he already knows I’m wet, he pushes my legs wide and settles between them, licking into me. I cry out at the contact, then go cross-eyed with pleasure because the man has zero trouble finding his way around my clit. He circles it with his tongue, flicks it, and somehow even manages to suck it between his lips. He rubs it with his thumb while he pushes into me with two other fingers. When he finds my G-spot and pumps against it, I screech with a surprise orgasm. My internal muscles clench around his fingers, and I squirt a little, which would’ve embarrassed me, except he chuckles. “That’s it, doll.”
He eases his fingers out and climbs off the bed. “You don’t usually orgasm with a partner, or you don’t orgasm during intercourse?” When he reappears, he has a condom in hand, which he rips open with his teeth.
“Neither…both.” My brain cells are too occupied with my pleasure centers to know how to answer the question.
“I’d say the problem was with your partner.” He kneels on the bed and sheaths his length. “Put those sexy heels over my shoulders.”
It’s bossy, but I don’t take offense. In fact, I love how he knows exactly what he wants and asks for it. It makes it easy for me to just be present. I lift my legs in the air, careful not to kick him in the face.