She walked inside, and her eyes went wide. “Wow.”
He followed her, savoring the play of emotions on her face.
“Can you believe this place?”
It wasn’t called the luxury suite for nothing. Floor-to-ceiling windows looked out onto the slopes, the vaulted ceilings crossed with polished wooden beams. Two contemporary chandeliers hung over the living room area, a blocky leather sofa and two matching armchairs arranged around a coffee table across from a large stone fireplace. Wood stood in a neat stack in an alcove beside the hearth, kindling in a basket. A door led to a small balcony outside, where chairs sat buried in snow.
“Where’s the bed?”
He pointed. “It’s through there.”
She laughed at the sight of the king-sized bed with its thick, carved posts that had to be seven feet tall. There was another fireplace, a leather sofa sitting off to one side. A doorway to their right led to a bathroom with a large steam shower and a sunken hot tub.
He couldn’t say what was running through her mind, but he was sizing up every room and every piece of furniture for its erotic possibilities. The fluffy sheepskin rug on the floor in front of the living room fireplace. The built-in bench in the shower. Those big bedposts.
“I’ve never been anywhere this posh.”
“Yeah, me neither. Want some champagne?” He retrieved the bottle from the kitchen, popped the cork, and poured them each a glass. “Salute.”
“Cheers.”
Their glasses clinked.
She sipped, wrinkled her nose. “The bubbles tickle.”
“I’ll build a fire in the bedroom, and you can settle in.” He got to work and soon had a good blaze going, pine logs crackling. He stood and turned, about to ask her whether she was hungry, but the words never left his tongue.
“Where do you want me first?” She stood next to the bed, wearing a strapless, red lace bustier, tiny red panties just covering her triangle of dark blond curls, garters holding up red lace stockings. She turned, giving him the full three-sixty view, and he saw that the panties were actually a thong, her sweet ass bare.
His mouth watered, blood surging to his groin. “Damn.”
He fought the urge to bend her over the bed and fuck her right there. A guy only had so many rounds he could fire in a single night, after all, and he didn’t want their fun to end too soon.
He closed the distance between them, unbuckled his belt, and drew it slowly through the loops. “Give me your wrists.”
Her pupils dilated, her gaze falling on the leather belt. “What are you going to do with me?”
“Everything.”
He caught her by one hand, drew her over to one of the big bedposts, then turned her to face away from him and used his belt to bind her wrists to the carved wood. He made sure the belt was tight, but not painfully tight.
He moved around to the other side, kissed her lips, and unzipped his fly. He wasn’t wearing underwear tonight, so his erection sprang free, the naked anticipation on her face making him even harder. While she watched, he gave himself a few lazy strokes. “I’m going to make you beg for every inch of this.”
“You’ll beg first.”
“A challenge?” He was game.
He moved to stand behind her, shifted her hair to the side, and kissed her neck, nipping and licking that sensitive skin. She’d worn perfume—just a touch—its musk mingling with the clean scent of her skin, filling his head. “Ellie.”
He let his hands have their way, running them over the swells of her breasts and down her belly, over the silky skin of her back and bare ass, beneath the garters on her thighs, savoring the feel of her. Then he reached inside her bustier, and cupped both breasts, his lips finding her pulse. Her nipples pebbled against his palms, inviting him to pluck them, flick them, rub them.
She gave a little gasp, her eyes drifting shut, her hips shifting, her body telling him everything he needed to know.
He kept up the onslaught, knowing how sensitive her nipples were. His mouth found her earlobe. He sucked, bit down gently.
She shivered, her hips moving from side to side.
He brushed his lips over the soft skin of her shoulder, bit her, soothed the pain with a kiss.