Page 101 of Made for Wilde
Before I can respond, he’s crossing to me in two quick strides, his large hands framing my face as he captures my mouth in a kiss that’s both tender and possessive. I melt against him, my hands fisting in his dress shirt as I taste him, breathe him in.
His hands roam down my back to cup my ass, pulling me closer against his hard body. Then he pauses, his hands stilling on my curves. A slow smile spreads across his face.
“I think you’re forgetting something.”
Heat floods my cheeks as realization dawns. The anal plug he gave me weeks ago. I’d been so focused on the dress and shoes that I’d completely forgotten about the other part of getting ready for whatever he has planned.
“I got distracted by how gorgeous the dress is,” I admit, my voice breathless.
Koda’s smile turns wicked as he moves to the side table and opens the drawer where we keep our toys and the bottle of lube.
“Bend over, sweetheart.”
My pulse skyrockets as I comply and brace my hands against the mattress. The silk dress rides up slightly, and I feel exposed and vulnerable in the best possible way.
The cool gel makes me shiver as Koda applies it generously, his thick fingers working me open with patient care. When he finally eases the plug inside me, I gasp at the fullness, at the delicious stretch that makes every nerve ending come alive.
“There,” he murmurs, smoothing my dress back down and helping me stand. “Now you’re ready.”
I turn in his arms, feeling the plug shift inside me with every movement. The sensation is distracting and arousing, making me hyperaware of my body.
“Ready for what?” I ask, though I’m not sure I can handle much more anticipation.
He kisses me again, softer this time. “You’ll see.”
The driveinto town passes in a haze of anticipation.
The mountain road unfurls before us, the headlights cutting through the darkness as we descend toward the twinkling lights of Cooper Heights below.
“Give me a hint.” I trace patterns on the back of Koda’s hand. “Are we going to dinner? Dancing?”
His lips quirk up at the corner.
“Let’s just say it’s somewhere you’ve been before, but not like this.”
My mind races through possibilities.
We pass the turnoff for Piney Creek Diner and continue toward the more upscale part of town.
When we pull into the parking lot of The Summit, my stomach flips. Heat prickles across my skin, nerves and excitement tangling together in a dizzy rush.
The last time I was here, I was a waitress. I never imagined I’d come back as Koda’s date, dressed like this, with his baby growing inside me.
He parks and cuts the engine. He’s instantly at my door before the valet can even reach us.
“I’ve got her,” he growls.
The attendant steps back, instantly deferential.
Koda’s hand wraps possessively around mine. It makes me feel small and precious and wanted in a way that turns my insides molten.
He leads me around the side of the building, away from the main entrance. The night air is cool, but I’m burning up. My heels click against the stone walkway as we approach an unmarked door tucked beneath a glowing sconce.
Before we even reach it, the door swings open. A man in a crisp black suit appears.
“Mr. Wilde. Welcome.” The attendant’s eyes flick briefly over me. He takes in the curve of my belly, the tightness of my dress, before he steps aside. “Your room is ready. This way, please.”
Koda’s hand never leaves my back as we follow the attendant through a dimly lit hallway. We pass a mirrored alcove where I catch a glimpse of my flushed cheeks and wild eyes. The elevator at the end of the corridor is sleek and silent. The attendant swipes a keycard, then steps aside to let us enter alone.
