Izzy twisted off the cap and took a huge swallow, then set the bottle aside. She had other things she wanted to be doing with her mouth.
Drake was built for sin. As she looked him up and down, she could see the erection behind the placket of his pants. "Thank you for the water."
He didn't say anything, just stood there with a sexy smirk on his face. Izzy took a step toward him and reached beneath her left arm. It took her a second to find the tiny zipper tab, but as soon as she did she started to unzip. Drake's gaze focused in on her fingers and his hands fell to his sides as he straightened. She thought he was going to step forward and take over, but he just stayed where he was. That was okay. If he wanted to play hard to get, she was willing.
There wasn't a lot of lingerie that could be worn under a sleeveless dress like this. As the bodice began to peel away, he didn't seem surprised that she wasn't wearing a bra. Oh, that's right. He'd already played with her nipple. As the cool air hit her breasts, Izzy watched his face.
Yes, he was definitely reserved, but there was no mistaking the flare of heat in his eyes. And if she read him right, he was about done standing on the sidelines.
She peeled the dress down her body and pushed it over her hips, letting it puddle to the floor. Then, unable to help herself, she laid the dress over a chair back. It had been expensive.
When she turned back, Drake's gaze had fallen to her pubic area. Izzy shucked her damp white panties to the floor. "See what you did to me?"
A slow smile spread his lips. "What? Got you so hot I could hear you walk beside me when we went through the lobby?"
Izzy laughed, taking a step forward. "You are evil. That was embarrassing."
“Yeah. I can understand that.” An empathetic look settled on his features. "They'll probably forget you in a few days, all those people that were looking."
Izzy reached out and smacked him on the arm, laughing even harder. "You are merciless. You're supposed to be stroking my ego right now."
His gaze bounced down her body, turning serious. "Yes, you're right. I don't think you need your ego stroked though. You know you have a stunning body. I think something else needs stroked."
Izzy gasped as he reached out and ran a finger down the slope of her breast, circling the hard nipple. Then that teasing finger wandered down her side to her hipbone. Cupping her hip in his hand he tugged her forward.
Izzy didn't wait for whatever he was going to do. She was too curious. Reaching for the belt of his pants she tugged, flipping the belt pieces to the side. Then she unbuttoned and unzipped enough that she could get her hand inside.
Oh, merciful pink petunias. The man was built like a tank. As she eased the elastic of his underwear band down, her heart thudded with anticipation. "Are all Navy SEALs as well-endowed as you are, Mr. Hardwick?"
"Well, they'll probably tell you they are."
Izzy laughed, even as her hand wrapped around his impressive length. Drake groaned as she explored his body, then shimmied enough to force his pants and underwear down his legs. Izzy was glad he managed that because she did not want to let go. The small bandage on his side seemed very bright against his tan skin.
He did pull away, though, and crossed to the go bag she’d just noticed laying on the far bed. The man had an ass like nothing else she'd seen before. Taut and muscled. Then he turned around with a strip of condoms in his hand, and she had to admit that the front was even more impressive than the back. His cock strained upward, heavily veined and throbbing with his heartbeat. It also glistened with moisture at the tip. Damn, he was really on edge.
Drake ripped one of the condoms from the strip, then dropped the rest to the nightstand.
"We only have a little while," she warned. "We have to go back to the reception at some point."
Once again that slow smile spread his lips. "I know."
Then he ripped open the packet and rolled the condom onto himself.
Izzy had been with a few men in her life, but none so sure of themselves. The pure sensuality of the move made her mouth water and her legs tremble. Her body started to move forward before the thought even registered. Drake cupped her face in his hands and leaned down to press a kiss to her mouth. She opened wide as his tongue swept in, welcoming his invasion. As his mouth angled against hers, his hand slipped down to squeeze her ass. Goosebumps raced across her body.
Izzy took that as encouragement to press forward. Drake huffed out a breath as their bodies touched, then he pulled her in tight against himself. Instinctively, Izzy lifted her legs as Drake cupped her ass and he lifted her into his arms. She breathed him deep, basking in spice. Muscles flexed beneath her hands, but he didn’t seem to be straining. There was some jostling as he took a few steps to lean her back against the wall, then he let her body slide lower. As Drake's erection found her entrance, Izzy sighed, but he stilled, a tremor rippling through him.
Though she'd only known him a couple hours, it seemed like she'd been waiting for this moment all her life.
Drake seemed to sense something in the air as well, because he pulled back just for a moment. Long enough to make eye contact. He held that eye contact as he let her slide down the wall, onto his thick erection.
Izzy moaned as he filled her, wondering what the hell she'd gotten herself into. She couldn't move because he held her so tight, but she didn't think she would change anything. They had to go slow or she could be hurt. He seemed to be very aware of what his size could do to her.
But she was also soaked to the point that he glided in surprisingly easy. Her tissues felt every vein, every heartbeat as he settled into her. For a timeless moment, it seemed as if they shared that heartbeat. Then he started to move. Slow, long, gentle slides up into her body, getting her used to him. Izzy couldn't believe how heightened her senses were. Then she caught a glimpse of his muscled body in the mirror, and she could see what he was doing. It was one of the most carnal, seductive images she’d ever seen. Though he'd only been moving for a minute, her arousal began to tighten her body.
"Yes, just like that Drake. Oh, damn, you feel so good."
His movements gained urgency, as if his own orgasm were approaching. He rested his head against her neck as he sped up and Izzy cupped his nape, pressing kisses along his ear and his shaved head.
