His fingers were gentle yet insistent as he played with the fabric. He teased me through it, his hips pinning me in place to the table as he worked his magic. My back arched into him, and he used his mouth on my shoulders and throat.
“Please,” I moaned, hanging on the edge of pure pleasure. I just needed a little bit more of a push.
“Tell me what you want,” he whispered. His voice caressed me in the dark of the room.
“Touch me. Take me.”
He nipped at the soft spot where my shoulder met my neck just as he slid his fingers under the fabric and touched me directly.
The electricity of skin to skin was nearly enough to do me in, but he pulled back before I could find completion. I whimpered He kissed my shoulder and spun me around.
“I want to watch you,” he told me, a devilish grin crossing his face. He looked me up and down, his pupils going wide. “Damn, you're beautiful.”
The authenticity of the compliment made me freeze for a moment, and he took advantage of it. He lowered his head to a bare breast as his hand went back to the small triangle of lace and pushed it to the side. His thumb made tiny circles as a finger slid in deep.
He moved in slow stroking motions, working his thumb and his fingers in perfect harmony with my body. Every nerve ending started to tingle as he stoked the fire deep in my belly with his touch. His tongue worked my nipple, teasing it as he worked.
One hand threaded through his dark hair, holding him in place to me as my breath came hard and fast. The room spun until all that was left was Mr. Darcy and the pleasure he gave me. The pleasure I craved.
Everything hummed and throbbed as I crumpled into him. Exquisite pleasure ripped through my body, pouring out of every nerve as I froze and writhed at the same time. I would have fallen into a helpless puddle of vibrating pleasure on the floor if he hadn't held onto my hips.
“Damn,” I squeaked, my voice unsure of how to work after such an intense orgasm.
He grinned, his smile cocky as hell and pupils wide with enjoyment. He rubbed his thumb in a tighter circle making me whimper with the pleasure of his touch.
But now I wanted more.
I reached down and caressed the hard length of him through his pants. He jerked into my touch, moaning with pleasure. I felt like the queen of sex knowing I had this effect on him. He looked up at me with those blue eyes, and I knew that it was true.
Lust, desire, want- they all burned there in blue fire. My breath caught at the intensity of it. He wanted me in a way I'd never seen anyone want me. It was pure and unbridled. My body lit to his touch, eager to play with that fire.
“More,” I whispered again. “More, please.”
He smiled a predatory grin that made my knees go weak as he put his hands on my hips and lifted me up onto the table. It was cold on my bare skin, the tiny string of thong not providing any protection. I gasped but didn't pull away. If anything, I simply spread my legs.
I reached for his belt and tugged it free while he undid the button and zipper, kicking his pants to the side. He was a boxer-briefs man, and they did him credit. I reached for the waistband, wanting to see what was underneath causing his poor underpants to nearly explode.
That's when the doorknob twisted.
My eyes went wide, and my hands went to cover my naked breasts, but if someone walked in, there was no place for me to hide.
Mr. Darcy moved like a cat, his hand on the back of the door holding it in place. The handle moved up and down, and I held my breath.
“Try another room. This one's locked,” a male voice said. “There's got to be one around here.”
A female voice giggled. It was just another couple looking for a room in the new hotel.
Mr. Darcy held the door still. The voices faded, but he kept his hand on the door until he was sure they were gone. I didn't know how much longer we would have before we would be interrupted again. Without a lock on the door, there was a very good chance that we could be caught.
At this moment, I didn't care. Not with him standing there looking hotter than sin and me ready to drown in him.
If there was an upside to almost getting caught, it was the fact that he now had to walk back toward me. The man was all long, lean lines that my fingers itched to touch. I wanted to lick the paths leading to a V above his legs. It was incredibly lick-able.
I grinned as he pulled off his underwear before casually crossing the room. He was the embodiment of cockiness and confidence, and my body shivered with anticipation. He stopped at his pants, pulled a condom from his pocket, and carefully slid it on.
He took two measured strides before he was back between my legs.
I spread my legs wider, tempting him into me. He waited, his hard parts pressed deliciously up against my soft ones, teasing me with what came next. One hand moved the tiny bit of fabric to the side, and there was nothing left to stop him. His finger traced my cheek in a gentle caress. It was so much sweeter than I expected and my throat tightened.