“Yes, you do. Tell me.”
I hesitate for a long moment before answering, “Um, uncomfortable but interested all at once.”
“Interested, okay, let’s explore that. Why are you interested?”
A shiver runs through my body. “Because they’re attractive half-naked people?” I squeak.
“Is it just that, or are you curious for them to show more skin?”
“Robert, don’t,” I plead, my chest heaving.
“When you watch them, do you feel it here, Lana?” he asks, purring my name and pressing his hand between my thighs. The room is too packed with people for anyone to notice what he’s doing, but to be honest I don’t think they’d care either way. I saw one couple back in the kitchen halfway to oral sex when we’d been getting our drinks.
His fingers move, and I sigh quietly. “Yes,” I whisper, turning my face to bring my mouth closer to his.
He sucks in a breath and lets go of me suddenly, twisting me and practically dragging me from the room into the hallway and up the stairs.
“I don’t think we’re allowed up here,” I protest as we reach the landing.
“We’re allowed. Alistair won’t mind,” he says, opening the door to a bedroom. I catch a quick glimpse of naked limbs before he closes it again. “That one seems to be taken,” he continues, smirking.
We come across two more occupied rooms before we finally discover an empty one. Robert closes the door and locks it. Then he pulls me into him and places both my hands on his shoulders while he bends down to tenderly remove my heels. He tosses them into the corner, and it feels good to have them off my feet. I wriggle my toes.
“Cute,” he mutters, watching my feet.
I look away, glancing about the room.
He shrugs out of his suit jacket and lays it on an armchair close to the bed. Then he strides toward me, his eyes dark with intent.
“What are we doing up here?”
“Taking a break,” he answers obscurely.
Just before he reaches me, I move out of the way and go to sit down on the end of the bed. His answering smile is all teeth, and it feels like I’m being hunted. He sits down next to me and traces his hand along the back of my dress, toying with the zipper.
“Hmm, let’s get you out of this troublesome thing,” he breathes, pulling it down halfway.
I immediately jump up and back away from him. My heart is going boom, boom, boom, filling my ears with its incessant beat. In my head I can hear my mother’s voice warning me of the dangers of being alone with a man. I’ve already broken two of the rules: Never let a man make your drink for you and Never go to an empty room alone with him. I’m sure Don’t allow him to lock the door would be another one.
“I wouldn’t mind getting that cab home now,” I suggest, making my way for the door without even going to put my shoes back on. A split second later he’s on me. I’m backed up flat against the door, and his body is flush with mine. He coaxes my lips open with his mouth, and I surrender immediately. It’s all I can do not to melt to the floor when he grabs my hand and shoves it under his black shirt. My fingers shake as they skate over his hard abs and smooth skin. He’s just so beautiful. Impossible to resist.
He breaks our kiss to loosen his tie and pull it off, then instructs me, “Unbutton my shirt, Lana.”
My fingers shake even more now, but I manage to get the job done, chewing on my lip all the while. When his shirt is open I look to him expectantly, not knowing what to do next. Fortunately he pulls it off quickly and then unzips my dress the rest of the way. The top half falls to my waist, and his eyes burn when he takes in the sight of me wearing the corset bra he bought.
He tilts his head to the side and brushes his knuckles over the tops of my breasts. “You might be receiving a whole lot more new underwear from me in the near future. It’s crazy how much I like you in this.”
I shudder and break out in goose pimples as he bends down to lower the whole dress from me. I step out of it, not bothering to resist, and quite honestly not wanting to. Wherever this is going, I want to experience it. I try to put a block on all the fears and apprehensions in my brain, to drown out my mother’s voice with the sound of Robert’s heavy breathing and just feel this.
Then he’s on his knees, running the tips of his fingers along the edge of my pants. I’m surprised I don’t explode when he presses his face into my mound and nuzzles the lacy fabric. I giggle nervously at the sensation. But then moments later I’m crying out at the movement of his mouth and nose, pressing hard and shooting sparks right through my body. He stands up suddenly and throws me into the centre of the bed before crawling up between my legs and resuming his nuzzling. I stare down at him all the while, frozen in pleasure just watching him.
He pulls the fabric aside a little, exposing the skin beneath. I hiss out a breath, forcing myself not to ruin the moment by clamming up. His eyes glance up at me now, so hot and smouldering. “Has anyone ever gone down on you before, Lana?” he asks curiously, eyes soaking up the view.
I blink several times, not knowing how to answer him. In the end all I can manage is a simple shake of my head.
“Fuck,” he swears, his expression intense. “That’s what I was hoping. I promise you’ll like this.”
Again, all I can do is nod.
He lifts my hips and pulls my underwear off. The next thing I know his head is back between my legs and his tongue is on my naked flesh, licking and sucking. I let out a moaning sound I wasn’t even aware I was capable of making. He gives me a wicked grin and flicks his tongue over my clit.