Page 28 of Not Your Average Vixen
He squeezed her hand. “Now that you know that I’m not here to drug you and harvest your organs, could you please close your eyes?”
Her sweet as hell giggle echoed through the room. “You must get all the girls with lines like that.”
This woman.
“Bridget,” he said, lowering his voice, and she stilled.
She bit her lip. “I like the way you say my name.”
He liked it, too—more than he should.
“Close your eyes,Bridget,” he repeated, and this time, she complied.
He released her hand, then went to the opposite side of the room and pressed a button. A mechanical hum filled the dimly lit space as a curtain spanning the length of the suite opened. He stared at his one-night vixen, who remained still with her eyes closed as the glow from the city lit her in an angelic hue of warm golden light.
“Soren, can I open my eyes?” she asked, her teasing tone gone as the mood shifted.
It was as if she sensed that they’d moved past the witty banter stage and onto—to what? The part where they shared their darkest secrets? He swallowed hard, hating himself for how badly he wanted to open his heart to a complete stranger.
“Yes, you can open your eyes,” he replied, fighting to keep the emotion from coating his words.
Observing her like a hawk, he watched as she blinked her eyes open, then gasped. Slowly, as if she were in a dream, she walked to the window and stared out at the city.
“Oh, Soren,” she said on a faraway whisper as she pressed her hand to the glass.
He observed her expression of awe in the reflection as he came up behind her. “Have you ever been to Denver?”
She nodded, gaze trained on the city with the Rocky Mountains standing, dark and formidable in the distance. “Yes, years ago, and it’s as beautiful as I remembered. The snow and the twinkling holiday lights make you feel like anything’s possible, doesn’t it?”
There was a thread of yearning in her words that wound around his heart. A parallel longing they each possessed.
What did she want? What were his one-night vixen’s innermost desires?
He swallowed hard. He couldn’t go there—not with her, not with anyone.
“Unbutton your dress,” he said instead.
She held his gaze in the window’s reflection as her slender fingers worked their way down, undoing each button in a seductive striptease. Every inch of revealed creamy skin set his body ablaze. And once she finished, he couldn’t stop himself from trailing his fingertips along the nape of her neck, then peeling the garment from her body.
In a lacy nude bra and matching panties, she was the best early Christmas present he could ask for.
She caught her reflection in the window, then wrapped her arms around her body. “You’re probably used to women wearing sexier lingerie.”
With perfect breasts that begged to be licked and sucked, hips he wanted to grip as she rode his cock, and an ass that could stop traffic, how could she not grasp her own exquisiteness?
He pressed a kiss between her shoulder blades as he removed her bra, then dropped to his knees and slid her panties down her toned legs.
“You could wear a paper bag, and I’d still want you,” he growled as he rose to his full height.
The mischievous glint returned to her eyes, and his cock twitched in his pants.
His vixen liked a little dirty talk.
“Your turn. Shirt first, then pants,” she ordered without even the hint of unease.
He took a step back so she could take in the complete package. Slowly, he slipped out of his dress shirt, tossed it onto a chair, then removed his shoes before undoing his pants and adding them to the pile.
“Commando!” she said on a surprised yelp.
