“I love that you want it to,” he said.
Dree snuggled into his chest again. “And I know a platitude when I hear it.”
“It’s the best I can do.”
“At least you’re telling me the truth.”
He kissed the top of her head. “Always.” He adjusted his arms, curling them around her more securely.
One of his hands drifted lower, smoothing his fingers over her hip.
Oh, jeez.Dree was worried that she’d killedthe mood.
But then again, Maxence wasalwaysin the mood.
She stretched to press her lips to Maxence’s warm neck. He’d shaved again before going to the reception that night, and his skin was still satiny.
Maxence bent his knees as he leaned back and rested against the counter so he could press his lips to her shoulder, kissing his way up to the ticklish area behind her ear.
She wasn’t ticklish whenhedid it, though.
His soft breath, scented lightly with whiskey, feathered over her skin and the baby hairs on the back of her neck. His fingers ran up into her hair and grasped a handful into his fist. He bent her neck to the side with the leverage, breaking her lips’ contact with his skin, and then gently dragged her head backward to run his mouth over her throat.
Dree leaned against him, pressing her stomach against his pelvis, for his erection was already a thick rod underneath the fine fabric of his tuxedo trousers. She whispered, “Do you—want me to tie you up?”
His dark chuckle fluttered on her neck. “I let a woman tie me up once, and I lasted ten minutes before I broke her headboard and flipped her over. I’m not a switch.”
Switch?Oh, boy, another kinky vocabulary word she would need to ask Mairearad about. “How—how rough do you want me to be?”
Maxence cupped her breast through the chiffon baby doll nightie, laving his tongue over the peak and sucking hard enough through the fabric to make Dree arch her back and close her eyes for a moment as ecstasy wafted through her skin. He moved up and whispered near her ear, “A little. You don’t have to do too much. Things have been calm lately.”
“Just a little,” she gasped, almost swallowing her words as Maxence’s teeth raked over her shoulder. “I’ll try to hold back.”
He chuckled against her neck. “I didn’t say you had to do that.”
Maxence reached lower, grabbing her thighs.
Dree managed to push off with her toes just a little bit as he picked her up and wrapped her thighs around his waist. He turned around, resting her ass on the cold marble countertop. He pushed her back against the mirror and held her breasts in his palms, sucking her taut flesh.
Dree clung to him, pressing her palms to the heated skin of his shoulders and whimpering as he tormented her with his mouth.
He explored her with his hands, gripping her hips and spreading her ass cheeks on the cold marble and then reaching around to grab her inner thigh and roll his thumb on the nub of her clit. In minutes, she was shaking and arching against him, on the verge of orgasm, and yet every time she clenched, he backed off and wouldn’t let her go over.
He plunged two fingers into her, stroking inside. When she let out one more frustrated shriek through her teeth, he yanked the thin chiffon of her panties aside and dragged her down over his cock, pushing inside of her with short, determined thrusts.
Dree writhed, impaled on his erection and trying to make him press her clit against his body.
Maxence stroked inside her, short, staccato jabs penetrating her, but he didn’t plunge farther inside.
He was doing it on purpose, denying her. She tried to wiggle down over the edge of the counter to press onto him. He didn’t fall for it and shoved her back onto the counter, taking her at his pace, not hers.
Over Maxence’s shoulder, a full-length mirror beside the large Jacuzzi soaking tub reflected her pale legs wrapped around his bare ass, the black fabric of his lowered tuxedo pants binding tightly around his thighs, and her arms around his neck.
Dree’s gaze met her own eyes, slightly dazed with passion, beside the back of his head.
She moved her hand up to his black hair, feeling the strands between her fingers and seeing her hand move in the mirror across the room.
With her other hand, Dree reached around the back of Maxence’s shoulders and slowly dragged her fingernails over his skin and across his back horizontally.
