Maybe someone else’s gifts had been delivered to her room?
But she couldn’t resist taking a peek. In the first package, she found unopened boxes and packages of BDSM toys, including a riding crop and a red and green leather flogger.
Whoa. Talk about a Christmas gift!
It also held red leather wrist and ankle cuffs, a red leather collar, a silver-linked leash with again, red leather for the handhold. As she continued to dig through the box, she discovered a few other interesting items, like a green butt plug and a matching green vibrator.
Something fun that was included with everything else was a glass cock and a tube of lubricant. She recognized the piece for what it was since she’d been with a friend to a sex toy and lingerie shop. Glass cocks were virtually unbreakable, handmade, and this one had swirls of green and red in the clear glass.
A pair of what looked like dangling matching green earrings were lying on the bottom of the box, only they had weird loops where the catch should be. She glanced at the last item and couldn’t help a snicker when she found a package of red and green condoms, too.
But her light laughter quickly turned into a sigh of desire. Unfortunately, those wouldn’t be used in this room. Nor would the other items in the box.
Alyson’s best friend, Jan, was a Dominatrix and had managed to convince Alyson to go to a couple of BDSM clubs. Even though Alyson was a high-powered lawyer, when it came to sex, she’d never been aggressive. Her desires had been, but she wasn’t.
Jan told her she was a born submissive, which at first had irritated Alyson. But when she’d done some research on the Internet, she’d learned that a lot of powerful women were ball busters by day, but submissive when it came to sex. The women had control over so much in their lives that it gave them pleasure to exchange power and give up that control in the bedroom.
But even though she’d been to the clubs, she’d never found a dominant man that she had any interest in whatsoever.
She shook her head. How odd to find packages with all these items in her room. It would have been a big turn-on if she’d had someone to share them with—someone who knew his way around a flogger.
Alyson left the lid off the first box and opened the second. It was filled with fine silk scarves, also in Christmas colors.
Smiling, she took a green scarf and moved in front of the fireplace. Closing her eyes, she tilted her head back, feeling the slide of her hair against her shoulders, and swayed to the sound of Connick’s sensual voice. She eased the scarf across her skin, over her bare waist to her thighs, imagining the brush of silk was the stranger’s caress.
Alyson was so turned on and so wet that she knew all she’d have to do was touch herself and she would come.
* * *
After a long and very hot shower, Greg felt a whole lot warmer, but he couldn’t stop thinking about the gorgeous blonde he’d seen in the lobby. Couldn’t stop thinking about how her nipples had been large and obvious through her thin silk blouse, how her lips had been moist, like she’d just licked them, how her green eyes had simmered with sensuality.
With his thoughts on her, he’d almost ended up taking a very cold shower.
Greg dried off his hair and body with one of the hotel’s thick towels, then tossed it onto the rack. After combing his hair with his fingers, he headed back through the bedroom toward the parlor. If he wasn’t mistaken, there had been a basket of food on the table, and he was—
Starving.
He came to an abrupt stop in the doorway to the parlor. A nearly naked woman was in his hotel suite, dancing to the Christmas music.
The blonde from the lobby.
His cock hardened way beyond the point of pain as he watched the woman’s erotic dance. She wore tiny red panties and a skimpy red lace bra. Her eyes were closed and she was sliding a green scarf across her skin, like it was a lover’s caress. With the red of her panties and bra, along with the green scarf, she looked like a Christmas present.
Talk about one hell of a gift, all tied up with a bow.
Leaning against the doorframe, Greg crossed his arms and watched the blonde. He’d never been a one-night-stand kind of guy, and he liked to get to know a woman before taking her to bed…but all he could think about was stripping off those tiny lace panties with his teeth, thrusting his cock in her pussy, and hearing her passionate cries.
Alyson smiled as she imagined the stranger touching her. His hands would feel rough, but his caress soft as he slid his fingers over her bare flesh. She could just feel him cupping her breasts then sucking each of her nipples before licking her pussy. Maybe he’d even tie her up and flog her, and she’d live a couple of fantasies at once.
Sex with a stranger combined with a little BDSM. Maybe a lot. Of both.
A tingling sensation traveled over her skin. It was almost like the stranger was in the room, right there with her. Watching her.
She opened her eyes, and froze in mid-dance.
The man. The one from the lobby. The drop-dead gorgeous hunk of a man.
He was standing in the doorway to the bedroom, leaning against the frame, his hair damp—he’d obviously just taken a shower. His expression was one of both amusement…and desire. Definitely desire.
When she dropped her gaze from his face, down his incredibly muscled chest to his trim hips and powerful thighs, she realized that he was naked. Completely, gloriously naked, and yes…very aroused.
And did he ever have a package worth unwrapping.
He cleared his throat and Alyson’s eyes snapped back to his face. Heat flooded her, and she knew without a doubt she had turned as red as one of those Christmas gifts on the table. Realizing she was almost as naked as he, she straightened and clutched the green silk scarf to her chest, as though it was enough to hide her.
“Can I help you?” His voice was just as deep and sexy as she’d imagined it to be, with an exotic accent that made her even wetter than she already was.
“Ah….” She swallowed. What she really wanted to say was
, Oh, my God, can you ever help me. Right here. Right now.
But instead she managed a weak, “What—what are you doing in my room?”
“Yours?” The man quirked an eyebrow, and damned if it didn’t make him look even sexier.
She frowned. “My key is right there on the end table. Room 69.”
He gave her his devastatingly sexy smile. “Apparently the hotel gave us the same room.”
His blue gaze slowly traveled over her, from her face to the scarf she clutched to her breasts, to her thighs, down to her bare feet. “I’d hoped you were my Christmas present,” he murmured, his voice husky as his eyes returned to her face.
Yes, yes, yes! I’m yours!
that wanton woman inside her head shouted.
But she was Alyson Charmaine, corporate lawyer, no social life to speak of, and a sex life that consisted of her vibrator and a good erotic romance book.
No. Not this time. This was the opportunity to live her fantasy. To have wild, incredible sex with a total stranger.
And God, what a fantasy this man was. He’d been all she could think about since the moment she first saw him.
Yet even as she considered the thought of throwing herself at this sexy man, she knew she couldn’t do it. Fantasy and reality were two very different things, and she was a wimp, plain and simple.
“Greg Ellington,” he said before she could make a run for the door—er, get dressed and run for the door. “And you are…?”
“Alyson…Charmaine.” She forced herself to look away from that incredible cock to the old- fashioned white and gold telephone beside the settee. “I—I’d better call the front desk and get another room.” Keeping her eyes averted, the scarf clutched to her chest, Alyson started to move past the man.
The room went dark.
Alyson gasped as the power went out. She stumbled over one of her discarded leather boots, then smacked into a hard wall of male flesh.
Very naked, very aroused male flesh.
He caught her to him, saving her from falling, his fingers gripping her arms. She found her hands trapped between them, her palms to his chest.
“Are you all right…Alyson?” His lips were close to her hair, his voice deep and sensual, his rigid cock pressed to her belly.
And God, the way he’d said her name made her want to melt into a sticky pile of goo—and have him lick up every bit of her.
Heat radiated from him and she could smell the almond shampoo he must have used to wash his hair, mixed with his spicy male scent. “I—I’m fine,” she finally said. But the trembling in her body, the way she felt near this man, told her she was anything but fine.
Flames in the hearth crackled and popped, firelight flickering over Greg’s strong features as Alyson looked up at him. His lips were so close to hers she could barely breathe. Could barely think.
What the hell.
Cool, reserved, corporate lawyer Alyson Charmaine dropped the silk scarf, wrapped her arms around Greg’s neck and kissed him.
At first Alyson’s move had surprised Greg. But then all he could think about was her mouth. He couldn’t believe how soft and luscious her lips were against his, how good she felt in his arms—how right. Alyson tasted of spice and wine, and smelled of heaven—like sunshine and orange blossoms.
“Like honey,” he murmured, then nipped at her bottom lip. “So sweet.”
Alyson moaned, opening her mouth to him, and he delved inside. His tongue met hers, a slow erotic dance that fueled the burn under his skin, the desire for her that had been building since the first moment he’d seen her. And now that he had her in his arms, he knew he couldn’t let her go. Not tonight. Perhaps not for several nights. As long as they were snowed in, she was his.
Moving his lips from her mouth, he trailed soft kisses along her jaw to her earlobe. He gently bit it then murmured in her ear, “I want you, Alyson Charmaine.”
“I don’t even know you. And you don’t know me.” But even as she spoke, she slid her fingers into his damp hair, pressing him closer.
“I feel like I’ve known you forever.” And he did. Like his soul knew her, and he’d loved her in some other place and time. He grasped her hips as he pressed his cock tighter to her belly. “Tell me to stop, and I will.”
Like I’ve known you forever
. Greg’s words echoed in Alyson’s mind, and somehow she felt it, too. Whether it was the magic of the moment, the spirit of Christmas, or perhaps a bit of karma, this moment was meant to be.
She stepped away, and in the firelight saw disappointment in his expression. But when she reached up and unhooked the front clasp of her bra, releasing her full breasts, passion flared even brighter in his gaze.
He brought his hand to her face and traced her jaw with his fingertip. “You are so lovely.”
Her lips trembled, so intense was her hunger for this man. When he bent his head and swirled his tongue around her nipple, she couldn’t help but cry out from the exquisite sensation. He grasped her waist as he licked and sucked first one nipple, and then the other. His mouth was hot and warm and wonderful.
When she thought she’d die if he didn’t touch her wet slit, he raised his head and brought her close to him. All that separated them was the thin barrier of her lace panties. She reached for the waistband of her panties. She wanted it off now, wanted to feel his skin against hers, needed to feel him deep within her.
Before she could get rid of it, he caught her hands to him. “Allow me.”
He proceeded to ease her panties down, slowly brushing his lips over her belly, her hip, her thigh, stopping only to nuzzle the soft hair at her mound. She heard his deep inhalation as he breathed in her arousal and it caused a fluttering sensation in her belly. He continued pushing her panties farther down her legs and she shivered with every kiss, every flick of his tongue against the inside of her thigh, her knee, and even her ankle.
After she stepped out of her panties, there was nothing left between their bodies. He eased up until he towered over her again. He stroked her shoulders, trailing his fingers in small circles.
In the near darkness, his gaze locked with hers and he murmured, “What is your wildest fantasy?”
You,
she thought without hesitation. “Sexual fantasy?” she whispered aloud.
He eased his hands down to her ass, squeezing and massaging it. “Anything at all.”
Her gaze darted to the table and he moved toward it to look inside the boxes. He gave a low chuckle as he withdrew the wrist cuffs and the collar. “Did you bring these for a special occasion?”
Alyson’s face burned. “Those aren’t mine. I found them in that box when I opened it.”
Smiling, Greg moved closer to her. His breath feathered over her neck and shoulder as he leaned close to her ear. “What would you say if I told you I want to dominate you?”
She jerked back to look into his eyes. “Are you serious?”
The light in his eyes told her before his words did. “I enjoy a good round of bondage and domination play in the bedroom.”
“Wow.” She sucked in her breath. “But if I let you cuff me, I’ll be totally at your mercy.”
“Isn’t that part of the enjoyment of turning over control?” He slowly dragged the red leather collar over one of her nipples. She grasped his biceps and moaned. “Tell me, Alyson.” He moved the collar over her other nipple and she dug her fingernails deeper into his biceps. “What do you really want?”
She shivered as he continued to stroke her. “I—” Her gaze flicked to the table, and back to Greg. “I’d like give you my submission tonight.”
His answering smile was so incredibly sexy that her knees went weak and she melted into him. Her nipples pressed against his bare chest, his hard cock dug into her belly, and she breathed in his intoxicating scent.
A surprised laugh bubbled up within her as he swept her off her feet and into his embrace. Out of sheer reflex, she wrapped her arms around his neck and clung to him as he carried her and set her down so that she was standing beside the gift-laden table.
Shivering with awareness, and perhaps fear of the unknown, Alyson waited as he picked up the lighter and lit each of the candles on the candelabra. Candlelight flickered, casting more shadows across the room, but giving her a better view of his features.