Page 11 of One Night Gamble
She wanted him. Playing games was fun for a little while, but she felt empty. Right now, she wanted nothing more than to climb up that elegant staircase to his bed and get naked with him.
“What will you give me to see my card?” she asked, the husky timbre of it surprising her. She was teasing him, but it was as much of a turn-on for her as it was for him.
He put both hands on the table in front of him, his large palms framing either side of the heart design inlaid on the table. She wondered if he’d had enough of games as well.
“Nothing. I’m going to show you my card.”
She put her hands on the table, trying to mirror his stance since she felt the power of it, but when she leaned forward, her breasts shifted toward the low-cut bodice of the dress she wore. She usually was careful to keep buttoned up but as his gaze fell toward her cleavage, she realized that there was power in her body that she seldom used.
She was usually just the cute girl who was charming and funny, making everyone like her. But now, for the first time, she felt…well, like a femme fatale. She smiled at the thought. He flipped his card over without looking at it and she found she couldn’t break his stare.
In his gaze, she fancied that she could see everything he wanted to do with her. Her blood felt hot and heavy in her veins. Her nipples tightened against the fabric of her strapless bra and an ache started to build inside her.
She glanced down at the card. It was the queen of diamonds.
Damn.
She flipped over her paltry seven.
“Oh hell yes,” he said. “I’ll have your dress, my dear.”
Her dress.
She took her time straightening up, slowly drawing her hands back along the polished top of the table. She made sure not to break eye contact as she took two steps back from him. She reached for the zipper on the left side of the dress, fumbling for the tab just to draw out the process of removing it.
Then she lowered it slowly—very slowly—very much aware that he held his breath as the cap sleeves slid down her shoulders and the bodice of the dress slipped away from her torso. She slowly pulled her left arm from the sleeve and then lowered the bodice of the dress a bit more to free the right one.
She shimmied her hips as she pushed the dress down and over her thighs, and then drew her hands along her legs as she stepped out of the fabric of her dress. Straightening, she folded the dress carefully into a neat rectangle and walked around the table to hand it to him.
Chapter Four
He took the dress from her and lifted it to his face. It smelled of the nightclub, of spilled margaritas…and of her. He put the dress on the table behind her, knowing he’d waited as long as he could. The pale cream lingerie she wore accentuated her tan line at the top of her breasts. The creamy globes of them swelled up over the top of the bra.
Her waist was small and narrow, her belly had a slight bump, and her legs were long, despite the fact that she wasn’t tall. She came to his breastbone, he noted, as he drew his finger down the side of her left arm and walked around behind her. She stood still and let him look his fill.
Her neck was long and elegant, and he couldn’t resist leaning down to kiss that spot at her nape again. He nibbled his way from her neck to her shoulder and then put his hand on her waist, drawing her back against his body. He glanced over at the large framed mirror that hung on the wall and saw the two of them.
Her eyes were half closed, and her head lowered, exposing her neck to his lips. His hands looked big against her smaller body and he splayed his fingers until his little finger touched the top of her bikini panties. He dipped his finger under the top of the fabric, feeling the soft hair that covered her mound, but drew his hand back, wanting to make this last.
He wasn’t sure that they would ever have more than this one night together, and from past experience, he knew that would have to be enough for him. So he’d make this last until morning, and then they’d both go back to their regular lives.
But for tonight, she was his.
He took her arm, nibbling his way down it as he walked around in front of her again. Her hand went to the buttons of his shirt.
Her fingers were cool against his chest and he felt the brush of her nails against his skin as she slowly undid his buttons. She stopped when she encountered his belt buckle and then brought both her palms to his chest. She spread her fingers wide and swept them up and down his torso, caressing him. Then she flexed her fingers, and he felt the bite of her nails as she lightly scraped his nipple and then moved her hand down the line of hair that covered his chest, tapering down to his groin.
His cock was full and strained against the zipper of his trousers and he shifted his legs to get some relief. But that only gave his erection room to grow. Her hand moved lower, brushing over his straining penis, and he groaned. A delicious sensation spread down his spine and he reached behind her to undo the catch that held her strapless bra in place. The fabric fell away from her body and to the floor. He turned them to face the mirror as her hand brushed his cock again.
He wanted this to last. He hadn’t asked for her dress so that he could spill himself in his pants. He was always good at restraint, at playing the long game. He knew that sometimes it was better to let a winning hand go, taking a loss to win in the end. Though he knew that women weren’t like cards, he was sure he’d be better served if he drew this out.
He turned her in his arms so that they both were facing the mirror. Her breasts were full, her nipples hard. With his fingers, he slowly moved his way up her body, cupping one of them in his hand, then rubbing his palm over her nipple. The distended tip begged for his lips but he waited. He took his time, teasing her as he let his mouth suckle on her neck. In the mirror, he saw her eyes close and her head fall to the side to give him further access.
He shifted his hands, moving one up to her neck and the other down her stomach, pushing his fingers into the top of her panties, cupping her mound. The heat of her body was a brand on his skin and he parted her, searching for the center of her pleasure. Finding it, he touched her lightly and her mouth opened on a moan.
She allowed her head to fall farther back against his shoulder and he lowered his mouth to hers, thrusting his tongue deep into her mouth as he cupped her intimately, his finger dancing over her clit, driving her toward pleasure.
Her hips rubbed against his engorged cock and he shifted himself away from her. But then, missing the feel of her buttocks against him, he thrust himself back against her and pushed his hand lower into her panties, until could trace the opening of her body with his finger. She was hot and wet and when he entered her, she tore her mouth from his and her hand moved to cover his where he held her.
