Voyeur - Lacey Alexander [48]
“Let me” was all he said, voice low, sure, persuasive. As if he knew with all certainty that she’d agree, but just wanted to hear her say it.
It wasn’t, she thought, as if she had much choice anyway, if that’s what he wanted to do, but as always with Braden, she wanted to excite him. “Yes,” she said.
And it was only as he pulled out of her, growling the word “Now” through clenched teeth, only as she felt the hot liquid evidence of his orgasm arc across her rounded flesh, once, twice, thrice, that she discovered yet another new, searing pleasure. Feeling his semen this way made it more real, more like a vital part of him that she’d brought forth, that he was giving to her. Instantly wanting to feel it even deeper, she followed the urge to reach behind her and begin rubbing it into her skin.
“Oh God, honey,” Braden murmured, breathless. “That’s so hot, I could almost come again.” And then he began to help her rub it in, which was so hot she almost thought she could come again, too.
They stood that way, silent, hands meshing with the moisture, massaging it into her ass, until she peered once more over her shoulder. “I never come twice,” she said.
His gaze twinkled darkly. “You do now.”
Chapter Nine
When they stepped from the shower and Laura reached for her discarded cami, Braden’s voice sounded behind her. “Don’t get dressed.”
She looked over her shoulder, surprised—and exhausted. “I thought you were tired from skiing.”
He chuckled. “Don’t worry. I am.” Then his eyes warmed on her. “But I still don’t want you to get dressed. I want to be able to see you.”
With that, he walked to a closet, slid open the mirrored door, and pulled from a hanger a black see-through kimono, holding it out to her.
Laura drew in her breath. “How many women have worn this?”
He gave her a soft, playful smile. “None, snowflake—I bought it just for you. Before I came up here.”
Suddenly wondering if she could catch a glimpse of other feminine-type things in the closet, she leaned past him, trying to look. “What else did you buy for me?”
“Naughty, naughty,” he said, sliding the door closed. “You’ll find out when I give them to you, and if I catch you peeking, I’ll have to give you a spanking.”
She bit her lip and spoke unguardedly. “That makes it even more tempting.”
“Why, Laura, I didn’t know you liked to play that way.” He raised his eyebrows, looking heatedly amused.
She dropped her gaze, feeling only a tad sheepish. “Neither did I.”
His dark eyes pinned her in place. “Well, we’ll explore that another time. For now, put this on and we’ll go make dinner.”
“I’m supposed to make dinner in this?” She let out a short, sarcastic laugh. “Only this?”
“I want to be able to see you whenever I glance over. I want to see that pretty, smooth pussy, and I want to be able to touch it if I feel the urge.”
Oh. Well. As a fresh frisson of heat skittered down her spine, she decided to quit arguing. The Laura of old would think this preposterous. But Braden’s Laura couldn’t help being aroused and intrigued by the notion.
So she slipped on the barely-there robe as Braden stepped into fresh black boxer briefs that hugged him deliciously. He put on nothing more, either, so she had a nice view, as well.
Together, they headed down to the kitchen where Braden found a frozen lasagna and a loaf of garlic bread in the freezer, mentioning they were from his last visit a couple of months ago. Laura had seen them, too, but had bought her own food for the stay back before her voyeur had arrived. They worked together in the kitchen, opening another bottle of wine, getting the lasagna in the oven, finding plates and utensils, and Laura offered up the salad she’d assembled at the local grocery store. At first, she felt weird walking around in the robe, but slowly, she began to feel . . . more sensual, knowing that even as their dinner preparations weren’t about sex, they were.
She also stayed unerringly aware that they strolled about in what one could almost think of as a glass house. Floor-to-ceiling windows covered the entire rear of the dwelling, which