Deadly Testimony (Safeguard #2)(61)

Looking up under her skirt, he enjoyed the sight of her shapely behind and lifted his hands to grip her just at the tops of her thighs. He squeezed once and she groaned in response, spreading her legs a little for him.

“More,” he told her. “I want you open for me.”

She shifted her weight, spreading her legs to a wider stance.

He smiled, looking up at her in the mirror’s reflection. “These shoes are incredible on you.”

Her eyes flickered as her gaze darted to the shoes and back to him. Color rose up in her cheeks. He wondered if she’d ever admired herself in a mirror before.

“You’re beautiful,” he told her. Because it bore repeating, even if she’d heard it a hundred times.

Then he angled his shoulders between her legs, further encouraging her to open to give him access. Steadying her with one hand on her thigh, he used the other to spread her with his fingers and he flicked his tongue against her clit.

She cried out and her thighs trembled, squeezing together, but his shoulders kept her open for his pleasure. And he took it for both of them, licking and exploring, finding her most sensitive spots and learning how to tease the best response out of her. He swirled his tongue and heard her whimper. Then he licked in a long sweep, pressing hard as he did.

Oh, his Lizzy liked that.

He did it again, gripping her thigh to hold her in place as she squirmed.

Pausing, he looked up at her. “Hold your skirt up for me, so I can see you.”

Her breath came out in shallow pants as she removed one hand from the wall to gather up the front of her skirt and held it to her chest.

He kept his gaze on her face as he tasted her again. She moaned and closed her eyes. He feasted. Licks and suckles, even a tiny nip here and there. All of it drove her mad and he enjoyed the way she moved her body, simultaneously trying to respond to him and encourage him.

He wanted to see her come apart in his hands, under his mouth, so he fastened his mouth over her clit and slide a finger inside her. A sharp cry escaped her as he did it and her inner muscles were wonderfully tight around his finger. Slowly, he set a rhythm, moving his finger in and out in time with the way he flicked the tip of his tongue against her clit.

She clenched her thighs even harder and froze, every muscle tensed.

He didn’t stop, instead sucking at her clit as he continued to slide his finger inside her.

“Kyle!” Her orgasm took over and her body shook with it.

He withdrew his finger, stroking her through it and prolonging it as much as he could. When she was still, both her hands bracing her against the wall again, he rose to his feet behind her and undid his pants.

“Ah, Isabelle. You are irresistible.”

She raised her head to look at him in the reflection. Her lids were heavy over her eyes and a pleased smile played over her lips. “You are a very. Bad. Man.”

He chuckled. “May I continue my bad, bad ways?”

Her lips parted. “I can’t wait to see what you have in mind.”

He grinned. It took only a few moments to retrieve and put on a condom. He returned and set one hand on her hip, pulling her toward him. He placed the other hand on the small of her back, encouraging her to bend over just a bit more. Then he slid inside her.

She moaned.

“Good?” He rocked against her, filling her.

“Yes,” she whispered. Then she drew in air and repeated it louder. “Oh, yes.”

Watching her abandon herself, the sheer pleasure on her face, almost undid him. He gritted his teeth and struggled to make this last, withdrawing slowly from inside her and plunging back into her. She called out, spreading her fingers wide on the wall and bracing herself more securely. “Harder.”

He drew back again and obliged, thrusting into her hard and deep.

She nodded, barely coherent. “Do it again.”

He took hold of her hips and did. And again. He started slow, rhythmic, to make sure he gave her what she wanted without hurting her. And she was making him work to keep his own control but his own pressure was building. He picked up the pace, his balls tightening as the sensations shot through him.

Her inner muscles tensed as she crested into another orgasm and he couldn’t hold himself back any longer. He drove into her once, twice, and came inside her with mind-blowing release.

*

Lizzy’s vision cleared while she was still trembling from the second orgasm he’d given her in...yup, less than fifteen minutes.

Whew. He hadn’t been kidding.

In the reflection of the mirror, she watched Kyle walk into the bathroom and emerge a minute later with a hand towel. She appreciated the consideration.

Cleanup took a minute or so in comfortable silence. He stayed close, brushing his lips over her shoulder or helping steady her with a hand at her waist.

Finally, she turned to him and held out her hand.

He glanced down at her open palm, at his own groin, and back up to meet her gaze. Oh, another night, she was going to make him unbutton and do exactly what he was implying. Definitely.

“Panties.” She raised an eyebrow at him.

He blinked at her in mock innocence. “You want them?”

There was an interesting idea. She’d never gone out to dinner without them, especially not wearing a dress like this. With him, it could be all sorts of dangerous.

“Yes. I will be wearing panties tonight. This is business.” She would hold firm. She was not going to let him talk her out of it.