Stefandidwant me, I told myself. I’d seen the interest in his eyes when he’d watched me walk down the aisle in my wedding dress, especially when he had gotten a good look at the neckline. And our first kiss had been long and deep, his hands tight and needful around my waist.
The memory of that kiss sent a shiver through me. Despite the distance Stefan kept putting between us, I still wanted him. And wanted him to want me.
Closing my eyes, I tried to visualize what my first time would be like. I called up the sensation of his lips against mine, hard and hot, like the rest of his body. What would he do if he was standing here right now? He’d kiss me first, his tongue thrusting strong into my mouth, his hands gripping my hips firmly.
He’d be naked, of course. I’d gotten a look at his bare chest on our wedding night, and I knew it was broad and smooth and well-muscled. The rest of his body was no doubt just as gorgeous and I had no doubt that he was a man who knew what to do in with it in bed.
The thought of Stefan pulling me against him, our naked, wet bodies steaming up the shower, made me tingle. All over.
With my eyes still closed, I slid my hands down my chest, imagining that it was Stefan touching me. I cupped my full breasts, pinched my nipples, rolled them between my fingers. Gently at first and then a little harder. I imagined he’d be a little rough. I liked imagining that.
Heat pooled between my thighs and my legs spread wider as I dragged my nails lightly down my stomach. I’d gotten completely waxed in anticipation of my wedding night so when my hand reached lower it met no resistance, just smooth, bare skin.
I gasped as I touched my swollen clit, imagining that my hand was Stefan’s. He would be standing behind me, his body pressed against mine as he stroked me. I dipped my finger lower to trace my lips, fantasizing that Stefan was breathing close to my ear, letting out a groan as he finally pushed a thick finger inside. “You like that?” he’d say.
“Mmhmm,” I murmured quietly, grinding against that finger. I probed in soft, slow strokes, my entire body starting to hum. This was what I’d needed. I’d been on edge ever since our first kiss but now I needed relief. I needed release.
Pressing my forehead against the glass wall of the shower, I fingered myself deeper, faster, my walls wet and hot, my breath coming fast as my hips pumped back and forth.
“Come for me,” Stefan would say, commanding me. “I want to feel you come.”
I pumped faster, one hand reaching up to squeeze my breast. I shut my eyes tight, pleasure spreading through my entire body as the orgasm built inside of me.
“Yes,” I moaned softly.
Just before I climaxed, my skin prickled with the sensation of being watched. I opened my eyes and found Stefan standing in the doorway of the bathroom.
He was watching me, his jaw set, eating up the sight of me—his own desire visible, the front of his pants bulging. My body trembled as the shockwaves hit me, unable to prevent myself from coming right in front of him in breathless gasps.
When I looked back toward him, my spent body feeling loose and languid, I fully expected to see him shedding his clothes and throwing open the shower door to take me in his arms and continue what I had started.
Instead, I found an empty doorway. He was gone.
* * *
Stefan was keepingto himself in the suite’s office while I got ready. I chose a black evening gown that looked demure from the front, but when I turned around, revealed an almost completely open back. It was the kind of dress that I couldn’t wear a bra with. I pulled my hair into a messy yet artful twist with some loose tendrils framing my face and finished off the outfit with a pair of heels and a small clutch. I was very dressed up, but I didn’t know where we were going tonight, and I wanted to make sure people noticed me. Especially Stefan.
“Are you ready yet?” he asked, knocking on the door.
I flung it open but for a moment just stood there, taking in his dark suit, the scent of his cologne, his gold cufflinks. He was typing something on his phone, but when he glanced up his gaze zeroed on me and his hand dropped to his side.
“Is this okay?” I asked, turning in a slow circle, making sure he got a good look at the back.
His eyes blazed hot. Just like when he’d watched me in the shower. “You’ve done well.”
“Where are we going?”
He pulled a cream envelope out of his pocket and handed it to me.
Opening the flap, I saw that there were tickets inside. Tickets to the Vienna Opera House. For tonight.
“I…”
“You’re welcome.” His voice was gruff, as if to quell my overpowering emotions.
“I never expected this,” I finally managed.
He nodded. “I have something else for you.”
