feeling bold today, hmm?” He says, interrupting our kisses and giving me a warning look. But there’s a glint of something like pleasure in his eyes. It’s an excitement that matches my own. “First you try to sneak off…” He kisses me. “Then you get into a scuffle with my security guys…” He stops and kisses me again, harder. “And now it turns out you’ve got a bit of a mouth on you. Not such the small-town sweetheart after all.”
I’ve undone the top three buttons of his shirt as he’s speaking and kissing me, and now slip my hand inside. I press my palm firmly against the warmth of his chest, crawling my fingers gently through the light sprinkling of dark hair. I can feel his heart pounding underneath my touch and the thought that I’m the reason for his racing pulse excites me.
He stops suddenly and jerks away from me, snatching my hand off of him. “Feeling frisky, are you?” He stands in front of me, looking down imperiously. I can see his chest rising and falling, and the already familiar storm rising in his dark eyes.
“Show me.” I step towards him.
“Show you what, exactly?”
“Show me what you’d have done to me… If I had really been trying to escape.”
“Well, you were trying to escape. But I can put aside semantics for the night.” His dark eyes focus on my face and hover on my lips. “So you’re asking for a punishment of sorts, is that it?”
I feel my pulse quicken, instantly regretting my insinuation. But I feel myself nod, ever so slightly, as if it were a reflex. There’s something about David that simultaneously scares and excites me. He’s this foreign being, a world away from the boys and men I know back home. And I’m in this foreign world of Sin City, of gambling and sex and danger. I’m a stranger here and I remind myself…nobody back home ever has to know what happened here.
“This dress is certainly an improvement over yesterday’s,” he says, his voice bringing me back to the moment. With one hand on my waist, he reaches down with the other and grazes my thigh, inching up to brush over the white lacey panties I have on. “And this is new too, hmm?”
“Yes.” I shudder as he presses his warm hand against me, letting me feel the heat of his palm through the skimpy lace. Sarah even attended to that detail. I’m wearing a matching white lace bra.
“Let me see.” He commands. He removes his hands from my body and steps back.
“What?”
“Your new lingerie. I want to see it.”
Hesitantly, I undo the clasp of the thin gold chain cinching my dress at the waist and let it drop with a tinkle onto the terrace’s dark stone surface. He’s watching me, alert, like a panther eyeing its prey. I grab the dress at the hem and pull it clumsily over my head, and let it drop likewise to the floor.
“Nice.” He steps towards me again, undoing the rest of the buttons on his shirt as he approaches. He shrugs off the shirt and the suit jacket. They join the growing pile of discarded clothes.
“Thank you.”
“Sarah has good taste.” Hearing him speak another woman’s name, innocent as I know the reference is, sends an irrational pang of jealousy through me. He nods at the lingerie as he fingers the lacey scraps covering my breasts. You can see my nipples through the material. He slips his hands around my waist and leans down to carefully take one breast in his mouth, letting his moist, hot breath penetrate the flimsy material. My nipples get hard instantly.
He straightens up. “Take your hair down. I like it better that way.”
I remove the hair-tie I’d used to bundle my hair up after the scuffle with the security guys, letting my freshly washed and blow-dried hair down over my shoulders. In response, he brings his mouth to mine, breathing in deeply as he kisses me. He runs his hands through my hair and over my shoulders, letting them rest at the small of my back. Then he slides them even further, to my butt. He gives it a small squeeze, one hand on each cheek, before raising one hand and slapping my ass. Hard.
I squeal in surprise and try to step back from him. It doesn’t really hurt but the action was unanticipated, a surprise. He just grins, pulls me close, and starts kissing me again. He keeps both hands on my