Landry emerged from the bedroom with a playful smile on his face. She’d managed to get the champagne bottle open without it fizzing everywhere. He walked into the kitchen and kissed her, hard and deep and taking her breath away.
“Ready to begin our night, love?” he asked.
She nodded. “It’s all I’ve thought about all day.”
“Me too.”
She put a staying hand on his chest. “Not because of our revenge fantasy,” she admitted. “I’ve wanted you. At this point, I could do without the other part if you wanted to.”
He pouted. “Aw, but love, I have such a prettily wrapped surprise awaiting you.”
Laughing, she asked, “What did you do?”
“Let me show you.” He handed her the bottle and two empty glasses and took her by the hand, leading her to the bedroom door. He stepped behind her and covered her eyes with one hand. “No peeking,” he warned. He reached around her with his free hand and opened the door, pushing it so it swung all the way open.
He guided her into the bedroom and kissed the back of her neck. “All right love, I present your bridal suite.”
When he removed his hand from her eyes, she gasped before she ever spotted Cris. “Oh, the flowers are beautiful! And candles, too.” She leaned into him as he slipped one arm around her waist.
“You weren’t kidding when you said you wrapped him, were you?”
He nipped her earlobe. “Love, would I tease you about something like that?” He took the bottle and glasses and poured their champagne. Then he handed hers to her and they linked arms. “To my beautiful bride,” he said, his eyes holding hers.
Her heart raced. “To my handsome husband,” she breathlessly replied. They both sipped, then he took her glass from her and set it on the bedside table with his.
“Come here.” When he opened his arms to her, she kicked off her shoes and walked to him. His kiss felt gentle at first, then more persistent as he slanted his lips across hers and took control.
For tonight, she was more than willing to let him have it.
It was easy to ignore Cris lying there trussed up like a Thanksgiving turkey. Landry consumed her soul as his lips explored hers. He reached around her back and found the zipper of her dress.
Slowly, as he held her firmly cocooned in his arms, he lowered it. Cool air brushed against her flesh as the fabric parted.
He lifted his head and smiled. “I suppose I should take this jacket off.” He shrugged it off and tossed it onto the chair in the corner. Then he caught her hands and backed over to the bed, leading her along. He sat and pulled her onto his lap. “This is where I want you. Now, I believe I was somewhere about…here in the limo.” He slipped his free hand up her skirt again, under her panties.
Eagerly nodding, she draped her arms around his neck again. “Yeah. Right there.”
She moaned as he easily slid two fingers inside her. Her muscles grabbed at him as he slowly fucked her with his hand.
“Do you like that, baby?” he teased.
She closed her eyes and fought the urge to whimper. “Uh huh.”
Landry fought the urge to rip her dress all the way off her, throw her legs in the air, and fuck her brainless right there. His cock throbbed almost painfully as he felt her slick pussy. “I want to make love to you all night,” he said. “I want to show you how special you are.”
She rocked her hips against his hand, wanting more. She whined with disappointment when he withdrew his hand.
“Shh, it’s all right. I’ll give you what you want.” He grabbed the elastic of her panties and worked them down her hips under her dress. She helped him, and a moment later they’d been discarded to the floor beside the bed.
She reached up and loosened his tie as his fingers returned to her pussy. He kissed her, loving the way she responded to him. Cris’ body was hard and angular, while she felt soft and pliable in his arms. His tie ended up on the floor, soon followed by his shirt. Her hands roamed across his chest, over his nipples, making his cock throb even harder. He worked her dress off her shoulders and down around her waist, then bent his head to her right breast. She rocked her hips even harder against him as he flicked her nipple with his tongue while still fingering her.
He lifted his head and met her gaze. “Do not come yet, love. I want you to feel it like you’ve never felt before.”
Tilly moaned as her fingers tangled in his hair, urging his mouth back to her breast.
Every flick of his tongue against her nipple earned him a responding clench of her muscles around his fingers, until she’d truly slipped into that passionate realm where she didn’t care what happened next as long as he didn’t stop.
He pulled her to her feet again and led her around the end of the bed. There, he reached over to the dresser for the remote and changed the channel to jazz music. She kept her arms around his neck as she tried to lick at his nipples. He helped her step out of her dress and left it on the floor.
“Dance with me, love,” he hoarsely commanded. How much control would he have when he finally reached that point with her?
Her body melded against his as they swayed in time with the music. He captured her mouth, a slow burn of kisses down her throat, across her shoulder, and back again. He let his hands roam her back, the heat of her bare body reaching him through his slacks and comfortably warm against his bare chest. So smooth and beautiful. For a few moments, as they danced and he lost himself in her eyes, he almost forgot about Cris watching them from the bed.
He slowly maneuvered her around so Cris could get a full view of her naked back. Landry took great pains to stroke his fingers down her spine and splay his fingers across the rounded curves of her ass.
This had to be killing him.
To add insult to injury, he winked at Cris over her shoulder and held his gaze for several long moments before turning to the side again so he could watch them in profile.
She tried to reach down and unfasten his slacks, but he laughed and caught her hands. Bringing them up to his lips, he kissed her wrists. “Slowly, love. We have all night long and even then some.”
He backed to the end of the bed and sat, making her stand between his legs. After placing her hands on his shoulders, he bent in and laved his tongue across her tummy, working lower, teasing.
Her fingers tightened on his shoulders as she softly moaned.
“Do you like that, baby?”
“Yes!”
He felt Cris’ eyes on his back and knew the bound man had a great view of her bare body.
Landry spent several minutes tormenting her, until her inner thighs were slick from her passion. She pushed him back onto the bed and straddled him as he laughed.
“What do you plan to do with me like this?” he asked.
She grabbed his hands and pinned his arms over his head as she kissed him. Her hips ground against his, drawing a moan from both. “You fucking tease,” she said, “you’re killing me.”
“I thought it was the man who’s supposed to lose control?” He flipped her over, reversing their positions, her hands now pinned over her head. When he sat up and released her hands, she didn’t move her arms, left them over her head.
“Please,” she begged.
He switched to French and knew that would slice right through Cris’ very core. “Do you want me love?”
“Oui! ”
He smiled. She was so close to subspace like this that it wouldn’t take much to tip her into it, but he’d promised never to take advantage of her like that.
Leaning in, he nuzzled her throat, grazing her skin with his teeth. He would leave at least one really good love bite somewhere on her neck where Cris couldn’t miss seeing it over the next few days.
“Are you ready for me?”