“As long as you don’t greet him naked, I think you’ll be fine.”
I’m sputtering, about to complain further, but I’m silenced again by Crew’s mouth. That humming sound he makes when our lips first connect, as if he can never, ever get enough of me. I’m lost to the taste of him. The feel of him. His hands grip my hips, his mouth hungrily moving over mine, and I wind my arms around him, clutching him close.
He slides his hands down, his fingers catching on the fabric of my dress, pulling it up, exposing my thighs. I moan when he slips his knee in between them, lifting up, rubbing it against me. A moan leaves me, and I turn away from his mouth, tilting my head back against the wall as I try to catch my breath.
“You’re wet,” he observes, his knee nudging the front of my panties.
“I’ve missed you,” I admit as I strain toward him.
His gaze darkens as he stares at me. “I could fuck you right in this hallway.”
“In front of the art?” I glance around. “The paintings of your ancestors?”
He looks over his shoulder, scowling at the massive portrait of the man with ice blue eyes that resemble Crew’s. “He’s the original Augustus Lancaster.”
“He looks mean.”
“You have to be, to amass a fortune like he did.” He dips his head, his mouth brushing mine once. Twice. His tongue sneaking out for a lick. “I don’t want to talk about him.”
“Take me to your room then so we can do it on a bed,” I suggest, my fingers curling into the front of his expensive hoodie.
The smile on his face is wicked. Breathtaking. “Let’s go.”
I pause, grabbing hold of his sleeve to stop him. “I forgot my lipstick.”
“You actually brought it?”
I nod, suddenly shy. “It’s in my bag. I left it in the foyer with my boots.”
“Let’s go get it.”
We grab my tiny purse I left on top of my boots and take it back to Crew’s room, which is massive. He has an entire wall of windows too, with that same spectacular view of the city. The walls are painted a rich, deep gray and his bed is draped in a pale gray duvet. The furniture is low and sleek, made of dark wood and there’s a giant mirror that hangs over the dresser. I can see the entire bed, meaning we could probably…
Watch ourselves, if we wanted to.
Crew walks up behind me, slipping his arms around my waist, his mouth on my neck. I keep my gaze glued to the mirror, watching him as one hand slips up, toying with the ruffled neckline of my dress. “I liked that you dressed up for me.”
“I wanted to look pretty,” I tell him and my reflection.
He’s got both hands on my breasts now, cupping them, drawing his thumbs back and forth across the front of my bodice. “I always think you look pretty.”
I tilt my head back until I’m resting it on his shoulder, my gaze still on the mirror as Crew molds my breasts with his hands. My body aches, that delicious throb between my thighs increasing in tempo with every touch. His mouth is on my neck, his teeth and tongue, and I hiss out a breath when he bites my earlobe.
“Are you watching us in the mirror?” he murmurs in my ear.
I nod, not even embarrassed.
“Kinky girl.” His voice rings with approval and there’s no containing the smile that spreads across my face. “Let’s take these off.”
He hitches my dress up a little, exposing my white lacy panties and he studies me in the mirror, his gaze zeroed in on my crotch. The way the fabric clings to me because I’m wet.
The dress falls over my panties, hiding them from my gaze when he reaches for the waistband of my underwear. He kneels behind me, easing my panties down, until I’m stepping out of them and he’s kissing the back of my knees.
My thighs.
I choke out a gasp when he slides his finger inside me from behind. I clench around him, making him groan.
“Spread your legs,” he demands, and I do as I’m told, the skirt of my dress confining me, my thighs only parting a few inches. It doesn’t deter him. His hands come up to my hips, gathering up the fabric, so it’s out of his way and mine before he starts to lick me from behind.
“Oh God,” I moan, my eyelids heavy as his tongue spears inside me. His hands grip me tight enough to bruise, my entire lower half exposed. I can hear him lick and suck, the sound of his tongue slicking through my juices, watching him kneeling behind me in the mirror, feeling him do what he’s doing to me sends me closer and closer to the edge.