Chapter Twenty-Two
Pulling me into his arms, Kai presses the door closed with his heel.
‘You’re shivering, are you cold?’
‘A little,’ I lie, aiming for a tone of confidence as he tightens his arms.
But what I am actually is on edge. The tone of the evening has been warm and Kai has been charming and I’ve felt relaxed, mostly. But with the smallest of movements, the tiniest shift in my chair, I’ve been reminded of my esoteric undies and along with them, the contents of the box. The man has plans and that has me worried. I’m shocked and perturbed to find I get a bit of a kick out of this. To see the heat and fire in his eyes, to know that he’s spent time thinking of me, planning for our evening, is intensely erotic and at the same time, a little bit mad.
Releasing me, he shrugs off his jacket, tossing it onto a chair before shucking off what look suspiciously like a pair of Prada oxfords. He saunters back to where I still stand, with such grace and confidence that I’ll admit to a bit of jealousy of his ease. But the devil on my shoulder points out he has reason to be confident: I’m wearing his knickers and I’m back in his room.
All thought dissolves as he places a hand at the base of my spine, pulling my hips into his body.
‘I’ve thought of nothing else all day,’ he murmurs, sliding his lips against mine. Breaking away, he silently takes my hand, unexpectedly twirling me across the floor. I’m dizzy, but not from the twirling. I feel breathless, lightheaded with anticipation. Graceful under his hand.
‘You just want to see me in your fancy undies.’ Back in his arms, longing whispers across my skin.
‘Amongst other things.’
He slides the wide neck of my dress across my shoulders and slowly down my arms. It drifts to the floor in an echo of a previous encounter, evoking memories of my very first visit to this room.
‘And while it’s a shame to disturb such fine looking wrappings, I happen to know the contents of this package areextraordinary.’
His finger runs over the soft swell of my breast, a blooming sensation following in its wake. I can feel his every muscle twitch and flex as he wraps his arms around me, pressing me to him, his hands cupping my arse.
‘It’s taking every ounce of restraint I have not to rip it all off and fuck you on the floor.’
I can’t manage a response. I just stare at him, blinking rapidly as I imagine just that. Before Kai, I wouldn’t have believed words alone could make you hot, but his words unhinge me a little. Make me throb.
Turning, he leads me to a large, gilt-framed mirror leaning against the far wall. Placed in front is a low velvet chair. I recognise the chair from my first visit, though it wasn’t in this room then, and I recall the image of Kai seated there with a casual indifference. How quickly I’ve come from that one act of daring. I wanted to be someone else, now look at me. Wild, hot and reckless, decked out in some guy’s fantasy undies, dizzy with need.
From behind me, his hand drifts up my torso, coming to rest at the base of my throat. My pulse quickens at the sight of his large, strong hand cradling my paler, fragile neck. As I swallow beneath his fingers, his eyes darken and his hand flexes just a little bit. Neither of us speak but watches the other’s reflection, both of us immersed in the sense of my breath under his hand.
‘All wrapped up,’ he murmurs, brushing his hand down my chest to tease the satin-bows masquerading as a bra. My nipples harden under the softness of the fabric, aching for his touch. ‘Only one place to go.’ He tugs the ties which loosen effortlessly, my breasts springing eagerly free. Hands cup and caress as his mouth finds my ear.
‘This is what I’ve been thinking about. I’m going to unwrap you like the prize you are. Unravel you further still.’ I exhale libidinously, my body settling against his as I raise my hands to his hair. ‘No touching.’ Hands circle my wrists, lowering them against his thighs. ‘Not for you, sweetheart, because I’m going to bind you. Make you desperate to be fucked.’
His words penetrate my stupor with a sudden kick of lust to my gut. Having prepared myself for an evening of firsts—the underwear, the shoes—the theory and the practical are suddenly poles apart. I resist the urge to pull my wrists from his hands with every ounce of my strength.
‘Trust me,’ he coaxes, as though sensing my unease. ‘Trust me to take care of you.’
I take in our reflections, my beautifully crafted underwear, Kai’s heated and smouldering gaze. Aren’t I already bound, wrapped in satin and heels? The answer brings forth a mixture of absolute thrill and disgrace, sensations I’m coming to associate with Kai, as my head and body contradict the other.
‘Let me show you what you need.’
My trepidation liquefies, heat coursing through me, burning his words on my skin. A slow smile forms on his beautiful mouth before it disappears behind me as he crouches down. His hands stroke my back and trail my behind, his mouth kissing each cheek in turn. Kisses turn to grazing, teeth to sucking bites, before he slowly loosens the satin bow across my arse. Standing once more, he leans toward my ear.
‘Spread your legs.’ His instruction is low and gravelly, his arm snaking around my waist to steady me as I move my feet apart. The cadence of his voice changes, becoming more strident as he presses his knee between my thighs. ‘Further. Wider still.’
I move again, his fingers instantly between my legs. My breath catches with surprise, transforming into a shuddering sigh as his hand presses firmly at the apex of my thighs. My body liquefies and I moan at the intimate contact, pressing myself against his hand. Unable to watch my wanton reflection, I close my eyes.
‘Wet,’ he whispers, his fingers curling and dipping inside. ‘Warm... and wanting.’ His words are delivered slowly; drawn out, each one echoing between my legs. I whimper an appreciative response, my body doing all of my talking right now. ‘I love that you feel like this, for me.’
I open my eyes, suddenly bereft and empty before his fingers drag against my bottom lip. ‘Taste yourself.’ As I push out my tongue, he brings the glistening digits to his own mouth, sucking hard.
I convulse a little as he watches me, wanting so much. Needing.
His eyes are dark and dilated as he turns me in his arms, his mouth sliding against mine, his tongue forcing entry and seeking my own. I match his intensity, tasting myself from his mouth as he holds my head firmly between his hands. Our kisses are savage, ferocious kisses of need, hard and unforgiving. My hands clasp his biceps, their restrained power vibrating under my palms.
