Sabrina laced her hands behind his neck. “So, where did you say you’re taking me?”
Daniel threw his head back and laughed. “I didn’t say.”
“You’re not going to, are you?”
He shook his head. “Just one clue. It’s the most beautiful end of the world.”
She brushed her lips over his cheek. “Take me to bed then.”
“I thought you’d never ask.”
A short while later, a limousine dropped them off at a tucked-away bed and breakfast in Amagansett. A bottle of champagne was waiting for them in their luxurious room, but Daniel wasn’t thirsty. All he wanted now was to make love to Sabrina and consummate their marriage.
He crooked his finger to beckon her to come to him.
With catlike grace she approached, the full skirt and sewn-in petticoat of her wedding gown rustling in the quiet of the room. He feasted his eyes on her, on the low neckline of her form-fitted bustier that pushed her breasts up so they looked even fuller than normal, and on her slim waist that made her look like a fairytale princess.
Their eyes met, and he realized she had run her eyes over him in the same fashion.
His hand reached up to caress her cheek and run his fingers along her neck. Her skin was heated. He dipped his head and took her lips, kissing her softly, gently, worshipping her. Seconds passed and turned into minutes as his kiss deepened and became more urgent, more demanding.
Slowly, without saying a word, he began to undress her. He was grateful that she’d chosen a wedding dress with a zipper in the back and not one that had dozens of tiny, round buttons running along her spine like he’d seen on other dresses. At least this way he could guarantee that her dress would remain in one piece and not be ripped by his impatient hands.
Daniel pushed the dress down over her torso, then her hips, until it pooled at her feet. Sabrina stepped out of it, never severing her lips from his. He drew her back against him, feeling her naked skin. She now only wore a strapless bra, panties, and her two-inch heels.
When his hands slid down to her behind, a moan burst from Sabrina’s lips and bounced against his.
Her fingers clawed at his tuxedo jacket now, yanking it off his shoulders. Then they worked on his shirt, tugging and pulling at it until she managed to draw it from his waistband. She frantically worked at the buttons, undoing each one quickly and deftly, while he undid his bow tie and tossed it to the floor.
The feel of her hands and fingers roaming his chest when she pushed the shirt off him had him trembling with anticipation. Then her hands reached lower and slid over the zipper of his black pants. He ripped his lips from hers and gasped for air. Then she squeezed him through the fabric.
“Fuck!” he ground out.
“A little sensitive?” his hot little seductress murmured.
He met her teasing gaze. “Don’t play with fire if you can’t stand the heat.”
Daniel scooped her up into his arms and carried her to the bed, where he laid her on top of the turned-down sheets. Then he divested himself of his shoes, socks, and took off his pants and boxer briefs. Finally he felt like he could breathe again.
When he looked at her, she noticed that her gaze had dropped to his cock that curved upward, hard and heavy. Ready for her. She licked her lips as if she wanted to taste him, but tonight she wouldn’t get a chance to do that to him. He would lose control if he allowed her to wrap her hot little mouth around his cock, and come so quickly that it would all be over in a flash.
“God, you’re so beautiful.” He bent over her and slid his hands underneath her panties. She lifted herself off the mattress so he could slide them down her slender legs. When he reached her feet, he pulled her G-string over her high-heeled, white sandals.
“Take your bra off,” he demanded, his voice getting huskier with every second.
He watched in fascination as she reached behind her and opened the clasp, then freed her breasts from their cage. The garment landed on the floor.
Sabrina looked sexier and more seductive than he’d ever seen her. He glanced at her sandals again. Yes, he’d let her keep those. It reminded him of the time they’d made love on her ex-boss’s desk, right after they’d signed that ridiculous contract that made her his exclusive escort.
Slowly, he slid over her, bracing himself on his elbows and knees, her thighs parting automatically to make space for him.
His mouth found hers again, and he kissed her deeply, passionately, longingly, while his hands caressed her silken skin. Beneath his fingers he felt her tremble.
A sigh came from her lips when he came up for air.
Daniel threw his head back and laughed. “I didn’t say.”
“You’re not going to, are you?”
He shook his head. “Just one clue. It’s the most beautiful end of the world.”
She brushed her lips over his cheek. “Take me to bed then.”
“I thought you’d never ask.”
A short while later, a limousine dropped them off at a tucked-away bed and breakfast in Amagansett. A bottle of champagne was waiting for them in their luxurious room, but Daniel wasn’t thirsty. All he wanted now was to make love to Sabrina and consummate their marriage.
He crooked his finger to beckon her to come to him.
With catlike grace she approached, the full skirt and sewn-in petticoat of her wedding gown rustling in the quiet of the room. He feasted his eyes on her, on the low neckline of her form-fitted bustier that pushed her breasts up so they looked even fuller than normal, and on her slim waist that made her look like a fairytale princess.
Their eyes met, and he realized she had run her eyes over him in the same fashion.
His hand reached up to caress her cheek and run his fingers along her neck. Her skin was heated. He dipped his head and took her lips, kissing her softly, gently, worshipping her. Seconds passed and turned into minutes as his kiss deepened and became more urgent, more demanding.
Slowly, without saying a word, he began to undress her. He was grateful that she’d chosen a wedding dress with a zipper in the back and not one that had dozens of tiny, round buttons running along her spine like he’d seen on other dresses. At least this way he could guarantee that her dress would remain in one piece and not be ripped by his impatient hands.
Daniel pushed the dress down over her torso, then her hips, until it pooled at her feet. Sabrina stepped out of it, never severing her lips from his. He drew her back against him, feeling her naked skin. She now only wore a strapless bra, panties, and her two-inch heels.
When his hands slid down to her behind, a moan burst from Sabrina’s lips and bounced against his.
Her fingers clawed at his tuxedo jacket now, yanking it off his shoulders. Then they worked on his shirt, tugging and pulling at it until she managed to draw it from his waistband. She frantically worked at the buttons, undoing each one quickly and deftly, while he undid his bow tie and tossed it to the floor.
The feel of her hands and fingers roaming his chest when she pushed the shirt off him had him trembling with anticipation. Then her hands reached lower and slid over the zipper of his black pants. He ripped his lips from hers and gasped for air. Then she squeezed him through the fabric.
“Fuck!” he ground out.
“A little sensitive?” his hot little seductress murmured.
He met her teasing gaze. “Don’t play with fire if you can’t stand the heat.”
Daniel scooped her up into his arms and carried her to the bed, where he laid her on top of the turned-down sheets. Then he divested himself of his shoes, socks, and took off his pants and boxer briefs. Finally he felt like he could breathe again.
When he looked at her, she noticed that her gaze had dropped to his cock that curved upward, hard and heavy. Ready for her. She licked her lips as if she wanted to taste him, but tonight she wouldn’t get a chance to do that to him. He would lose control if he allowed her to wrap her hot little mouth around his cock, and come so quickly that it would all be over in a flash.
“God, you’re so beautiful.” He bent over her and slid his hands underneath her panties. She lifted herself off the mattress so he could slide them down her slender legs. When he reached her feet, he pulled her G-string over her high-heeled, white sandals.
“Take your bra off,” he demanded, his voice getting huskier with every second.
He watched in fascination as she reached behind her and opened the clasp, then freed her breasts from their cage. The garment landed on the floor.
Sabrina looked sexier and more seductive than he’d ever seen her. He glanced at her sandals again. Yes, he’d let her keep those. It reminded him of the time they’d made love on her ex-boss’s desk, right after they’d signed that ridiculous contract that made her his exclusive escort.
Slowly, he slid over her, bracing himself on his elbows and knees, her thighs parting automatically to make space for him.
His mouth found hers again, and he kissed her deeply, passionately, longingly, while his hands caressed her silken skin. Beneath his fingers he felt her tremble.
A sigh came from her lips when he came up for air.
