He stopped her with a hand to her thigh as he reached between her legs. "I'm just going to clean you up. Spread wider for me, Lily."
She grabbed his arm again, pushing it away. "No. God. Dominic. I'm mortified. It's okay. Really."
He lifted his gaze to hers, not letting her push him away. With his other hand, he brushed a lock of blonde hair from her face. "Don't be embarrassed. I would be remiss if I let you walk out of here with your arousal dripping down your legs." He lowered his voice and leaned closer. "You don't even have panties anymore."
She exhaled, her shoulders falling. "Fine." She inched her knees apart, seeming to only consent to get it over with.
He wasn't easily swayed like that. He would never have sex with a woman and then walk away without cleaning her up and making sure she was okay. Granted, this particular encounter hadn't been like any previous one. Dominic didn't usually fuck women without discussing his propensities first. It wasn't fair to them.
But this whirlwind encounter hadn't been planned. And frankly, he wasn't sorry. He didn't think he'd been too rough with her. Not to mention the fact that at no point did she seem to regret their rash decision.
Unfortunately, he'd opened a Pandora's Box with Lily without warning her. That wasn't his style. She was a firecracker with a submissive side she hadn't known existed. It was too late now. It would take her a few days to wrap her mind around what they'd done, and then what?
He didn't have the answer to that question. He needed a few days himself.
She flinched, sucking in a breath as he gently wiped her thighs and swollen pussy with the warm washcloth.
She didn't breathe. Maybe she was shocked or embarrassed? By the time he lifted his gaze and removed his hand, he realized he was wrong. She was aroused.
Damn. She was perfect.
Now all he had to do was convince her to see him again. But not now. Later.
They needed to get downstairs and rejoin the party.
He grabbed her bra and started to pull it up her arms, but she took it from him. "I'm not helpless," she muttered, shrugging into the lace and clasping it between her fantastic tits. They weren't huge. But they were perfect for her frame. And her nipples were the lightest shade of pink he'd ever seen. They matched her pale complexion.
She hopped off the edge of the counter before he could help her and reached down to grab her skirt off the floor.
"Sorry about your panties." He wasn't. Not even close. The thought of her bare pussy under that short tight skirt for the rest of the evening made his dick stiffen all over again. He grabbed his own pants, not bothering with his underwear as he tugged the soft denim up his legs and buttoned them.
He never took his gaze off Lily, watching her button her blouse and then hop on one foot at a time to put her heels back on. He took two seconds to shrug into his shirt and then resumed looking at her while she spun around to face the mirror.
"Shit," she muttered, her hands going up to thread through her hair.
He pulled open a drawer and handed her a comb, watching her work through the tangled mess while he put his shoes on. His own hair didn't look any different than it had before.
She pulled two tiny clips out of her hair, held them in her mouth, arranged the locks on the sides, and slid them back in. Her shoulders and her face fell at the same time. "I look like I just got laid."
He chuckled, wrapping his arms around her chest from behind. He kissed her neck. "You did."
"But I don't want anyone else to know that. How humiliating. We just met. They're all going to think I'm a slut."
He shook his head. "They won't. I have a plan."
"I hope it involves a tube of lipstick hidden somewhere in your bathroom," she whispered while she rubbed the slight smear of mascara from under her eyes.
He didn't think she looked nearly as disheveled as she thought. But he could fix that last request.
He pulled open a drawer and pointed inside, beaming. "Fixed."
She glanced down. "You fucking have makeup in your bathroom? Why the hell?" She held up a hand. "Don't answer that. I can't even … " She tried to back out of his embrace, but he still had his other arm around her chest.
He rolled his eyes. "These belong to my niece. I'm not that crass."
"Your niece?" She lifted her gaze.
"Yep. It's all child's makeup. She likes to use my bathroom when she comes to visit, and she also likes to pretend she's a grown woman instead of a six-year-old child. Her mom bought this stuff. My sister. I'm not saying it's the sort of thing you normally wear, but surely you can find something to put on your lips and give you confidence. At least until you can grab your purse and hit the bathroom downstairs."