I should have known she wasn’t wearing a bra underneath that damn dress. The only thing on her is a pair of nude lacy underwear with embroidered flowers and those heels, leaving her upper body completely uncovered within my reach. The faint dim of city lights spills into the room, casting her tempting silhouette against the wall behind her.
My eyes trace her rosy nipples and perfect small breasts that will feel amazing in my hands. Fuck, I already can’t get enough of her, and I haven’t even touched her in all the ways I’m planning to.
“You’re staring again,” she says softly, seeming shy for the first time all night. It shouldn’t be such a huge turn-on, but I find it enchanting. This confident woman being all humble for once weakens my resolve to behave.
“How could I not?” I reply, stepping closer. “You’re beyond incredible. Every part of you.”
She looks down for a second, then back at me, her lips curving into a knowing smile. “But it’s boring if you watch and don’t touch.”
She’s right. I want chaos. I want passion. The kind that only we can make.
“Then we should do something about it,” I murmur, starting to remove the last part of my getup.
“Leave the mask on.” Poppy’s voice is soft yet commanding. Brushing her lips against my jaw, she whispers, “I like the mystery.”
“Careful what you wish for, sweetness,” I warn, running a finger down the side of her breast, making her shiver. “Are you sure you don’t want to see all of me?”
Her painted nails trail down my chest, tracing my tattoos and leaving goosebumps on their way. “I haven’t been surer about anything in my entire life.”
With a swift motion, I spin us toward the window, placing myself behind her. The hotel room is situated high enough that nobody can see us. But the city sprawling below still provides a sense of someone being able to watch.
Poppy presses her palms against the cool glass, offering her back to me. My hands glide down her sides, appreciating her bare, unmarked skin.
“How does it feel to be this exposed?” I whisper, my lips grazing the shell of her ear. “If they looked up, they’d see you on display. But they can’t have you. You’re mine.”
Her breath catches, the heat in her eyes reflecting in the glass. “I feel powerful. Like I’m the one in control.”
“You aren’t in control,” I challenge, my tone low and teasing. I grip her hips, pulling her tightly against my front, letting her feel how our banter is affecting me.
“Prove me wrong. I dare you.”
Her provocative voice ignites something primal inside me. My grip on her hips tightens as I lean forward to kiss her neck. I can’t decide which is more addictive—the way she looks or the way she feels. Both make me want more.
“You really should be more careful about what you ask for, sweetness.”
Her response is a breathy moan as I slide my hand up her thigh, inching toward the edge of her lacy underwear, teasing her by being deliberately slow. I clock every shiver that ripples through her addictive body.
“Such a tease,” she whimpers.
I trail my lips down her spine, peppering kisses on my way down. I linger at the curve of her lower back.
“Tell me,” I whisper against her warm skin. “How does it feel to be this tempting?”
“I should askyouhow it feels to be completely under my spell.” Her words are laced with desire and playfulness.
Fuck that sassy little mouth. The urgent need to fill it passes through me. This woman drives me absolutely wild. She makes me want to slow down, to be rough and have all of her at once. There’s no middle ground, only extremes with her.
I turn her to face me and pin her against the window, placing my hand around her neck. Round, elated eyes find mine, and her little nod gives me permission to add pressure.
I don’t want to hurt her, so I don’t put all my strength into it. But I press enough to make her breath catch, a filthy moan leaving those gorgeous lips. I can’t wait to have them wrapped around my cock later.
“You’ve no idea what you’ve started. Acting like a good girl, when all you want is to be filled with my cock.” My voice drops lower as I loosen my grip.
“Then show me and finish what you started,” she dares, her hands moving up my chest, nails scraping over my tattoos.
Pulling her forward, still gripping her throat, my mouth crashes onto hers. The kiss is demanding and possessive.
I shift my grip, one arm sliding around her lower back as I lift her effortlessly, her toned legs wrapping around my waist. Her heels press against my back as I fuck her mouth with my tongue, and shift my hips against her. The friction draws adesperate sound from her throat. It takes every ounce of control I have left not to take her right there.
