Luckily, he didn’t have to run any red lights on the way to his apartment building, but he blew through a few yellows. He threw jeans, boxers, a shirt, and socks into his bag, along with a razor and a handful of condoms, and in less than fifteen minutes, he was back at Margot’s front door.
She opened the door almost as soon as he knocked, which was very gratifying.
“Hi,” she said.
He kicked the door shut behind him and dropped his bag.
She’d changed. She was wearing another silky robe, like the night before, but this one was a lot shorter, and a lot more sheer, than the one from last night. It was black, trimmed in lace, and was tied, very loosely, at her waist.
And it was very evident to him that she had nothing on underneath it.
“Wow,” was all he could say.
That put a very wide smile on her face.
“I hoped you would like this.”
He trailed a finger along the neckline of her robe.
“I honestly don’t think I could have lived another minute without seeing you in this.”
She laughed, that throaty laugh that had driven him wild, the times he’d overheard it at the winery. And he realized again that he didn’t have to hide his reaction to her anymore.
He let his hand move slowly down her body, from her neck to her waist, and then pulled her closer to him.
“Do you have any idea,” he said, “just how much I’ve wanted you? Every time I looked at you, all I could think of was just how fucking incredible you are. In many ways, but specifically right now I have to tell you how hot you are. And all I wanted was to be able to touch you like this.”
Her hands were on his chest, and a look he’d never seen before was in her eyes.
“And now you can,” she said.
“And now I can,” he said. And then he bent down to kiss her.
They stood there for a while, kissing, touching, whispering to each other, in the middle of her living room. Unlike last night, he didn’t want to rush this. They had all night. They had as much time as they wanted. He wanted to relax into this, linger in it, revel in it. He wanted her to enjoy this, thrill in it, the way he was.
“Let’s go in the bedroom,” she said, low in his ear, after they’d stood there together for a while. “I want you.”
He kissed her harder when she said that. When she’d said it the first time—in her office, with the two of them almost wild with pent-up desire—he’d thought he felt triumphant. But that was nothing compared to how he felt now. Now she said it with no prompting; now she said it just because she wanted him to know it. Before, he’d wondered after if she hadn’t really meant it, at least, not the way he meant it. Now he didn’t doubt her.
He took her hand.
“Yes. Let’s go to the bedroom,” he said.
When they walked into the bedroom, he reached for the sash of that robe, but she dodged him.
“Not yet.”
She smiled as her eyes raked over him.
“I can’t argue with you when you’re looking at me that way,” he said. If she wanted to put lacy robes on like that, and unbutton his shirt so slowly like this, and then unbuckle his belt like that, as her fingers brushed up against his rapidly hardening cock, who was he to stop her? He was pretty sure she was enjoying this just as much as he was.
She pulled his belt out of his pants and dropped it to the floor, and then tossed his shirt after it. She let her fingernails skim over his chest. The friction felt so good he reached for her again, and again she stopped him, that smile still on her face.
“You’ll have your turn later,” she said.
Her eyes were locked on his as she slowly, so slowly, unzipped his jeans. Had he wanted this to go slow before? Why? Because right now, he was ready to explode, and she’d barely even touched him yet.
She tugged his jeans down, and he kicked them to the side. She smiled down at the bulge in his boxer briefs.
“Mmm. There you are,” she said. She hooked her thumbs under his briefs at either side of his waist, and with one tug, pulled them down to the floor. Maybe she was getting impatient, too.
She knelt down in front of him, in that sexy-as-hell robe, where he could see the darkness of her nipples, and the curve of her belly, and he thought he might come just from how hot this moment was.
Then her hands and mouth were on him, at first slow, too slow. She was teasing him, he could tell by that tiny smile on her lips. And then she moved faster, and stroked harder, and his hands were in her hair, and holy shit it was good, and then she scraped her teeth against him, in just the way he liked, and he couldn’t hold back anymore.