match then headed out of the closet and into the en-suite. Nicoli had shown me how to use the shower yesterday, but there were so many buttons and knobs in the huge unit that it took me a couple of goes until I got it right. I used the sweet smelling products to wash my hair and skin until I was clean and warmed through, enjoying the feel of the water on my flesh. My skin was pruney by the time I stepped out and used the fluffy grey towels to dry myself off. My hair hung in damp strands when I was done rubbing a towel through it and I moved to the underwear I'd laid out by the large marble sink. I pulled on the panties first and oohed as the silk kissed my skin. They fit perfectly and it felt so good to have them on. I put on the bra next and looked down at the beautiful material, surprised when it seemed like I had actual cleavage.
The bathroom mirror was fogged up so I headed back into my room and hurried to stand before the mirror on the wall. My body was an etch-a-sketch of scars, but I still looked kind of hot.
"Are you going to recognise me in...this," Nicoli halted in the doorway and I turned to him, taking in the crisp white dress shirt and smart black pants he wore. They clung to his broad frame in a way that made my heart pound. As I met his gaze, I realised he was staring at me too, his eyes travelling over my breasts then down to the little frenchies. I smiled shyly as he stalked toward me like a hungry bear out for its next meal.
"Fuck me, baby doll. You look edible." His smile was all darkness and I offered him one back as he reached me. He looked so different, but I liked this smart attire on him too. He could have worn anything and I would have drooled for him though.
I opened my mouth to reply then halted, glancing past him as I worried the clothes woman was still here.
"She's gone," he growled, capturing my attention again and I could have drowned in the heat in his eyes. "We're all alone."
My throat loosened and I backed up as I grinned. "What are we going to do to pass the time?"
He hounded forward as the backs of my legs hit the bed.
"I have a few ideas, most of which involve peeling off that lingerie with my teeth."
"But I just put it on," I teased, climbing up onto the bed and looking down at him.
"And now I'll take it off," he growled, lunging for me and I leapt away with a squeal, diving off the bed and racing for the door. He released a low laugh as he took chase and tore after me into the kitchen. There was nowhere else to run in the large, white tiled space and I laughed wildly as Nicoli grabbed me by the waist and lifted me into the air. He placed my ass down on the kitchen worktop, the cold surface making goosebumps spread across my skin as he stepped between my thighs. His hands skimmed over my hips and he hooked his thumbs into my panties as he smirked victoriously at me.
His mouth dropped to my jaw and I wrapped my legs around his waist as he started kissing his way down my throat, pleasure dancing over my flesh at his touch.
I reached out, running my palms over the soft dress shirt he wore, taking in the new feel of it as his muscles tensed under my fingers.
"Do you like it?" he growled into my collar bone as I ran my palms over his back and fisted the crisp material in my hands.
"I like the wild man underneath it," I panted as he made it to my breasts and sucked one of my nipples through the lace. "Nicoli," I gasped, leaning back on the worktop as he reared over me.
"When you say my name like that, it drives me fucking crazy." He yanked my hips forward so his crotch lined up with mine and his solid length ground against the centre of me.
I moaned his name again as his tongue swirled over my nipple then the intercom buzzing made us both fall still. It came again and Nicoli snarled in annoyance, lifting his head and helping me down off of the worktop.