“And I’m pretty sure we had a deal.” He held me close as he unlocked his door. “Go into the bedroom. I left a surprise for you.”
“A strap-on?”
“You wish.”
I took off my coat and hung it over the back of a chair. He slowly unbuttoned his coat and watched as I walked toward the bedroom. My hand reached for the switch and… Oh, my God.
Roses. Rose petals. Champagne on ice. Music kicked on, and I turned. He watched me from just outside the door. This was not what I was expecting.
I licked my lips and glanced back at the beautiful display. His bedroom looked like a honeymoon suite at an upscale resort. A bottle of Cristal rested in the silver ice bucket.
“I … don’t know what to say.”
“Don’t say anything.”
I nodded because silence wasn’t really a choice. I was literally speechless.
He could have done any number of perverted things to knock me off balance. I anticipated that, mentally prepared for it. But this… I had no pre-calculated response for this sort of … romance.
He stepped closer and traced a finger down the side of my arm. His mouth lowered, and I met his lips before they needed to find mine. He backed me toward the bed.
Lana Del Ray’s gritty voice echoed through the apartment, singing a familiar song. Love was possibly one of my favorites on her album, but he couldn’t know that. How was he doing this?
As she sang about being young and getting all dressed up to go nowhere in particular—to get the blues—the lyrics hit me right in the moneymaker, ricocheted around in my cold heart, and took a nip out of some tender part I’d never felt before. My palm pressed into my chest as if that could somehow subside the ache.
It was my song. My anthem. It was my life she sang about. It was the hollow void I felt in a crowded room, but somehow forgot when Noah was near. Damn him for taking a nip out of my heart when I preferred it safely packed in ice.
My arms wrapped around his shoulder as he walked me backward toward the bed. His fingers caught the hem of my dress and lifted, leaving me in four-inch heels, my panties, and bra. His fingers laced with mine as he lowered me to the mattress. He unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it aside and covered me like a blanket.
“Do you want champagne?”
“I want you.” The words fell out without thought, so unguarded I nearly flinched at their accuracy.
As he lifted my arms over my head and kissed down my front, I stretched beneath him, not protesting the pose. His fingers pulled at the hip of my panties but didn’t lower them.
The soft churn of ice caught my ear, and I hissed as cool water trailed over my breasts and down my stomach. His mouth licked as thin rivulets formed tributaries at my ribs and I shivered.
He dampened the front of my bra, the ice chip melting between the heat of his fingers, rolling over my skin. His teeth closed over the hard point, and I pressed against his mouth, silently begging for more.
He reached into the ice bucket again, this time swirling a puddle at my belly button. Lower and lower he teased, over the silk of my panties until my chilled clit was swollen and begging for more.
He sat up and unbuckled his belt, sliding it slowly through his belt loops and letting it coil on the bed beside my hip. The cork popped, and sweet-scented mist fizzed into the air. He took a sip from the bottle, and I gasped as he trickled some over my hips, soaking my panties and thighs.
He knelt with his knees outside of my calves, his hands at each hip as his mouth sipped through the silk covering my pussy. I moaned and rocked into him.
Pulling both sides lower, he slipped my panties off my hips, dragging them down to my knees. His hand twisted, pulling the wet silk tight and binding my thighs.
More champagne spilled across my hips, gently fizzing and tickling as it touched my skin. He drank from the puddle at the V of my clamped thighs and pussy.
His mouth lowered and he pulled back my folds, exposing my clit, his blue eyes watching mine as he teased me with only the tip of his tongue. My body throbbed, and I wiggled, but he twisted the panties tighter around my knees. His lips curled as a warm