spiky heels. Maybe he was just being extra careful after the guest who’d been carried out on a stretcher earlier. Or maybe he was a gentleman.
They’d met in the lobby earlier and he’d given her a key card so she could take her overnight bag up and leave it in the room, so her things were already there.
“Did I tell you how gorgeous you look?” He shifted closer to her.
“Um, a couple of times. But I don’t get tired of hearing it.”
“Love the dress.”
“Thanks.” She swept a hand down her rib cage, over the metallic gold fabric that was ruched and wrapped around her body, then over her waist and hip. She liked the dress too, and the metallic gold, pointy-toed heels that went with it.
“Golden girl,” he murmured, lips near her ear. “All shiny and sexy.”
Her breathing hitched just as a ding announced the arrival of an elevator car. They stepped inside and were whisked to the ninth floor. They weren’t alone, so they rode in silence.
She was pretty sure she wasn’t drunk, but she felt…dizzy. She was all full of feelings she wasn’t used to having and didn’t know what to do with.
He followed her into the room and the door closed with a thunk behind them. A lamp illuminated the room. The king bed was centered beneath heavily draped windows, and a small love seat, a chair and a couple of tables were arranged at the other end of the room. A champagne bucket with a bottle in it sat on the coffee table, along with two fluted glasses. She smiled.
She set her beaded purse on the desk and moved into the room. Levi walked up behind her and slid his arms around her. She sighed and covered his arms with hers. He nuzzled the side of her neck. His body was big and warm at her back, hugging her from behind, and her eyes drifted closed at all the sensations bombarding her.
“Been waiting for this all damn day,” he groaned, sliding one hand up to cup her breast. “Watching you in this sexy dress. Those fuck-me shoes.”
Warmth spread through her. “I kind of felt the same about you in your tux. Very sexy.”
“Gonna get you out of this dress now.” He kissed her where her neck met her shoulder. Her head tipped to the side to give him access, and he ran his tongue over her shoulder. Shivers cascaded down her spine. Then he took a step back and found the tiny hidden zipper tab beneath the V in the back of the dress. He tugged it down and pushed the dress off her shoulders, then slid it down over her hips. She wore a strapless bra and thong panties, both in a nude color, which was kind of boring, but oh well. He kissed the center of her back as he flicked open the bra and let it fall.
She looked over her shoulder and started to turn toward him as he untied the bow tie around his neck and pulled it out from beneath the collar of the pintucked shirt. He set his hands on her shoulders, keeping her in place. “Stay like that a minute,” he murmured.
She waited, her skin tingling everywhere, sensing him as he moved behind her. He tossed his jacket aside. Then, still behind her, he reached for her hands and gently drew them behind her back. She felt fabric at her wrists and her belly did a flip of excitement as she realized he’d tied her up with his bow tie.
“What are you doing?” She turned her head.
He touched her cheek, bringing her face closer and leaning in to kiss her. “Tying you up.”
“I got that.” She tested the strength of the binding. Yep, she was tied. “Why?”
“Holy fuck, that’s hot,” he murmured, apparently looking at her nearly naked body and bound wrists. He brushed her hair aside and opened his mouth on the back of her neck, grazing her with his teeth. “And you’re asking me why? Come on, baby.”
Yes, she knew why he was tying her up, and geezus, it excited her. She loved it when he took charge, not that she’d admit it to him. Then again, she was fairly certain he knew exactly how much she liked it. Being bound made her even more helpless. Mingled with the excitement was a tiny edge of fear. She was alone in a hotel room with a man…just like she’d overheard a couple of weeks ago.