Voyeur - Lacey Alexander [101]
Braden let out a rich laugh and said, “I must be good for your creativity.”
And she thought, You have no idea, baby.
After dinner, she announced she was going to pack. She grabbed the CD on which she’d saved her book file, then scurried up the stairs before she started looking too depressed.
She really was going to be okay without him, but saying good-bye would be torturous. Each piece of clothing she wadded into her suitcase, each little item, even hair clips and dirty socks, drove it home more. Worst were the items Braden had given her—the sheer black kimono, the champagne-colored ensemble, the velvet corset. In a way, it seemed weird to take them—she couldn’t imagine ever wearing them for another guy. Yet it would feel just as odd to leave them behind—they were gifts from the man she’d come to care for, and even if they sat in her lingerie drawer forever, when she saw them they would bring her back here in her mind, back to the most glorious days of her life.
She didn’t pack the red bra-and-panties set from Monica, though—the set she’d worn for him on the webcam back when he was just words on a screen. She wanted to look pretty and sexy for him on this, their last night together. After a quick shower, she donned the red lace, then put her standard cotton cami and joggers on over them, thinking she’d surprise him a little later.
Yet when she headed back downstairs, she was the one who got a hot surprise.
Braden lay on a thin quilt stretched out next to the star-filled window, beautifully naked, his majestic cock erect and ready for her. Two full wineglasses rested nearby, and an array of candles dotted the floor around him, like more twinkling stars in the low-lit room.
But her eyes stayed on her gorgeous man, his darkened eyes, and his commanding expression. He didn’t smile. “Take your clothes off, snowflake.”
Chapter Seventeen
Heat rose to Laura’s cheeks, as well as other key parts of her body.
Stopping in place across the room from him, she slowly pulled the drawstring on her pants, then wiggled her hips a little to help them fall. They dropped gently over her hips to her ankles, allowing her to step free of them. She could have sworn she saw Braden’s eyes twinkle with lust at the sight of her tiny red thong panties. “Nice, baby,” he murmured deeply, and the very sound of his voice made her pussy swell within the tight lace.
Next she lifted her hand to lower one shoulder strap of her cami, then the other. Where the white cotton remained stretched across her chest, she reached up both hands to slowly peel it down. It required a push and more hip-wiggling to help it the rest of the way before she finally stood before him in her red lace bra and undies. As always with Braden, she enjoyed being the object of his possessive gaze.
“Come to me, honey,” he said, and she padded across the carpet to where he stretched out, well-muscled and bare. She knelt next to him on the blanket, and he handed her a glass of white wine, taking up the other himself.
“To keeping the lights on,” he said, lifting his glass in a toast, “so I can see every beautiful inch of you.”
She released a small, thoughtful smile and raised her own glass. “To my sexy voyeur, who made me see so many new things.”
They sipped their wine, but quickly set the glasses aside. Laura found it difficult to sit that close to his full-on erection without touching it. So as soon as her hands were free, she reached out to stroke him, wrapping her fist around his length, loving the silk-over-steel feel of him, loving the way she made him moan. She bit her lip, studying his perfect cock, memorizing every long, lovely inch, watching the pre-come welled at the tip—and only eventually remembering to be surprised that scrutinizing him so boldly no longer made her feel sheepish.
Braden pulled in his breath as she squeezed and caressed him, and he couldn’t resist sliding his palm from her hip up to the curve of her breast.