Wicked Valentine(16)

“The bag is here. But maybe you’re not ready for what’s left inside the bag.” A small, taunting smile slid across his lips.

“Or maybe you’re just scared I’m not going to enjoy it.” Whatever it was, she now wanted to try it just to prove she had an open mind. “I have a proposition.” She took a deep breath and watched his eyes flare when her breasts strained against the fabric of her dress, almost spilling over the drooping neckline. Their gazes connected. Passion sizzled between them. “What if I pick a toy and allow you to use it without question?”

His brows rose. “I don’t know. What if you grab one of the tamer toys?”

What kind of stuff did he have in that bag? “Fine, you pick the toy, and I’ll allow you to use it however you want.”

“Two toys.” He grinned wickedly.

She rolled her eyes. “Fine. Two toys.”

Before she had a chance to blink, he was on his feet and grabbing her hand. “Let’s go.”

They marched down a hallway at a desperate pace. She wondered what it was about her proposal that had fired him up. Excitement buzzed in her blood.

He opened a door and tugged her inside. She glanced around the bedroom, her eyes growing wider the more things she took in. A four-poster bed sat at the center of the large room. Sheer, royal blue chiffon draped from the ceiling into a bubble and gathered back up at the edges of the walls. A lighter shade of blue chiffon covered each of the posts on the bed. The material gathered at the tips, held by a circular, silver chain on each pole. Sapphire silk sheets covered the massive bed. Lace curtains over black panels hid the windows. Tons of large decorative pillows surrounded the room, on the floor. In each corner of the bedroom was a statue of a naked woman. Paintings of couples in different sexual positions graced the walls.

“This is…” She gulped, unsure what to say.

“Yeah, I know. A lot,” he commented and headed for the dresser, wading through the large cushions on the floor.

A lot? It was like someone had taken out a scene from Arabian Nights, mixed it up with a dose of Kama Sutra, and let it explode inside the bedroom.

She took careful steps into the room, tried not to break her neck bypassing pillows, and neared the bed. Just as she reached it, Max turned toward her. He held a black velvet bag in his hand. She raised a curious brow and waited.

He lifted a hand, cupped her neck, and twined his fingers into her hair, holding her in place. And then he kissed her. It was a hot, wet, possessive kiss. The kind that turned the simmering fire inside her into a raging inferno. She whimpered, slid her hands up his warm body to his head, and gripped his short hair.

He took a step back and stared at her. Goosebumps rose over her skin at his heated look. She peered into his piercing eyes while his hands caressed down her body, stopping at her waist and bunching the thin material of her mini-dress in his fists. He slowly pulled the dress over her head, until she stood completely naked before him.

Possession flared bright in his eyes, ramping up the need that made her pussy throb. Moisture dripped from her slit, trailing down her thighs. She slid out of her heels, losing some of her height in the process. Her gaze roamed his flexing pecs, and she placed a hand flat on his muscular chest. The heat from his body enticed her to lick him.

With a single step, she closed the distance between them and tugged his pants down. He toed off his shoes, kicking them and the pants away.

“Max—”

“I got you, love.” He picked her up in his arms and walked back toward the door. There was a second darkened entrance she hadn’t noticed before in her stunned amazement over the décor, right next to the bedroom doorway. Cool marble met her soles when he put her down. He flicked on the light to the attached en suite.

He entered a large glass shower stall and pulled her along with him. Interested to see how the multiple showerheads in the stall worked, she stood watching him intently. He pressed a button on the metal panel on one wall. Warm water sprayed around them.

“This is awesome. I have to get a bathroom like this.” She grinned.

He chuckled and pressed a second button. “Just wait.”

More water dropped from above and squirted from the wall sides, giving off the effect of raindrops. Squinting to keep the water from her eyes, she glanced around, noting that all of the showerheads were softly pumping out water through their massaging jets. It felt amazing.

“Come here, beautiful.” Max tugged her into his slick body. His hard erection pressed on her belly.

“Mmm.” She curled her arms around his neck and gripped the back of his hair, hauling him down for a kiss. Their bodies slid over each other in a sensual dance. Incessant throbbing took hold of her core, begging for relief. He groped her ass and ground his cock into her. The steely feel of his shaft sent a shard of electric current down to her clit.