I tensed and broke the kiss. “With the lights on, someone could see in.”
“You think anyone is watching?” His hands stroked up the smooth skin of my belly, cupping my breasts over my black lace bra.
Chapter 7
A drenaline coursed through me, making me wonder where it came from. After our interlude on the plane, I’d had more than enough of being an exhibitionist. Or so I’d thought.
“Do you want someone to see us?” I stepped out of my dress, kicking it towards the chair.
“It’s much safer than the Watt’s parties.”
My heart stalled at his words. Was he considering that we go? Is that what he meant by a fresh start?
“We’re twenty floors up,” he whispered huskily as his fingers worked my flesh. “Someone would really have to be looking. They’d never recognize us, we’d never have to look them in the eye.”
The tension drained from me. He didn’t want to deal with the repercussions either. But a little imagination couldn’t hurt. I looked out over the town, finding one of the few buildings tall enough to be able to see into our room. I imagined a telescope just inside one of the dark windows and my pussy clenched in anticipation.
He squeezed my breasts, the lace of the bra scratching at my nipples. I tilted my head to the side, giving him access to my neck. He took the hint, his warm mouth teasing the sensitive skin. I closed my eyes, letting myself get caught up in the riot of sensation, watching in my mind as he pressed my tits together, then undid the front clasp of my bra and peeled it away. I shrugged it off, wondering if anyone could see.
My freckles would fade with the distance, but the hard pink tips of my nipples would be on full display. Scott’s large hands holding them up, my flesh so pale next to his tanned fingers. A scrap of lace for panties and my black spike heeled boots were all that separated me from total exposure.
I lifted my arms and wrapped them around him, tangling my hands in his hair. He pinched one nipple, harder than I expected, his teeth scraping against my neck at the same instant. I had to wiggle my hips to dissipate the growing heaviness. My God, we were a sight, the picture in my mind turning me on more than any porn I’d ever seen.
How could I live without this? Without this driving urgency, the heat of his hands on me, the bone deep promise of trust and acceptance that gave me permission to act on instinct rather than worry about propriety? I didn’t think I could.
I was burning up, yet the coolness of the window seeped toward me. Scott’s hands slid down my body, one hand settling on my hip. The other snaked over my lace bikini panties, between my legs. He pushed back on my pubic bone, pressing my ass against his hard cock.
“Yes,” I hissed, spinning around to face him. This is what I needed, to feel connected, tethered to him so I wouldn’t do something stupid like let my pride fool me into letting him get away.
He pressed me back against the glass, taking my hands in his and holding them out to the sides, pressing my arms against the cold glass. I shivered, and then a picture of how we’d look from the outside made me shiver again.
His head dipped, his tongue tracing a line down my neck, teasing me until he fastened his lips on a nipple. He pulled it deep into his mouth, swirling his tongue. I twisted sinuously, trying for closer contact, but his hands on mine kept me a prisoner of the glass. A deep pull of his mouth and he released me, turning his attentions on the other peak. Tension built deep inside, torturing me so that when he finally let go of my hands it took me a moment to reach for him, threading my hands in his hair as he trailed his tongue lower still.
My belly quivered as he licked his way down, dropping to his knees in front of me. Another flash of how we must look through glass hit me with a bolt of desire. He paused just long enough to get rid of his shirt, which really improved the effect. Watching the muscles of his shoulders and back bunch and relax as he moved sent a thrill through me I’d never tire of.
I ran my fingers over the smooth skin of his shoulders, the heat and hardness of his muscles intoxicating beneath my fingertips. Simply having my hands on his body as he moved heightened my reaction to his touch. He reached for my hips, hooking his fingers in my panties and tugging them down.
In full sight of anyone who might me looking, I stood bare in front of the window. Scott pressed a soft kiss on my hip, his lips making a slow journey along the sensitive skin where my leg and torso met. His hands slid between my legs, gently guiding them apart as I stepped wider.
I gasped as the wet warmth of his tongue slid into my pussy. To brace myself I placed a hand flat against the cold window, the differing temperatures causing a mutiny of sensation within me. His tongue stroked my clit as his stubble scraped at my inner thighs. I tilted my hips, my upper back pressing against the window while his tongue swirled and fluttered, each wet, slick slide making my hips move of their own volition.
I couldn’t control my response anymore than I could control the breathy moans filling the room. He kept at me, driving me higher, teasing me by tracing a finger where I was wettest. He dipped into me, his tongue in my
