Possession by Missy Maxim Page B

“Sorry.
Forgot.”
    “It’s okay.” She squirmed uncomfortably.
“Corsets are kinda evil.”
    “I’m surely not goin’ to stop you if you want
out of that dress.”
    His tie and cuff links were left on the
dresser, his shoes and socks coming off next. She watched him
undress with a combination of trepidation and hunger.
    She chewed on her lip while weighing the
decision. Finally, she asked, “Could you help me?”
    Julian paused and looked at her, his shirt
unbuttoned. “Just tell me what to do, kitten.”
    She stood and turned around. “Just, um,
loosen the laces in the back, here.”
    He crossed the few feet between them and
scrutinized the lacing. The bow had been double-knotted so it would
stay tied. His nimble fingers gently worked the bow loose and
slackened the ribbon through the eyes. She sighed and slouched
slightly now that the dress was loose enough to take a full deep
breath.
    “Better?” he softly asked.
    “Much. Thank you.”
    Catherine held the dress up with her hand.
She turned her head to smile at him, then walked into the bathroom
to retrieve a complimentary robe.
    ***
    He ran a hand through his hair and let out a
breath once she was out of sight. Going at her pace was taking
nearly all of his self-control, but he just couldn’t push her. It
felt…wrong. It was why he’d zipped his pants up again once he
stood, though the button was still undone. He knew she wanted him,
but whatever would tip the scales in his favor hadn’t happened,
yet.
    At least she wasn’t trying to be a
tease.
    Catherine came out in a white fluffy robe,
the dress draped over her arm. She went over to the closet and
carefully hung it up, caressing the beautiful beading a final time
before shutting the door. Her hair was still pinned up and she
hadn’t removed her shoes, yet.
    He coughed. “Hungry?” God, he wanted to see
what was under that robe.
    ***
    “Oh…yes,” she replied, relieved for a safe
topic. “I hope there’s something normal on the menu.”
    He shook his head. “Bloody Yanks,” he
teased.
    “Yeah, yeah, we’re all cretins… I’d kill for
a burger or pizza, just sayin’.”
    “I think we can let the diet slip, just this
once.”
    Julian started playing with entertainment
center remote while she perused the menu, then called room
service.
    “You want anything?” she asked. He shook his
head. “Hi, I’d like to place an order…the sirloin burger…cooked
medium, ketchup, mustard, lettuce, tomato, no pickle…fries,
definitely…a diet Coke, and…a piece of the triple chocolate cake.
Uh-huh…twenty minutes? Thank you!” She checked the clock. “I’m
gonna really enjoy this.”
    He turned off the TV. “Why don’ t you take
your hair down?”
    Catherine nodded. “Alright.”
    She didn’t know how many pins the hairdresser
had used, so she was kind of feeling blindly. She placed them on
the nightstand as she pulled them out.
    “Here.” He came over to help. He batted her
hands away and took over, loosening the curls as they tumbled
down.
    How did he make everything a sensual
experience? Having his hands in her hair sent tingles down her
spine and butterflies fluttering in her stomach. He removed the
last pin and combed his hands through her locks to make them flow
freely down her back. She bit back a moan of pleasure.
    “There. Much better,” he murmured. He stroked
the silky strands from crown to ends. “So pretty. Cat…”
    “Hmm?” She half turned.
    He slid his hand under her hair to cup her
neck and leaned in to kiss her. She sighed into his mouth, her arms
slowly sliding up to wrap around his shoulders. He had the most
perfect lips for kissing, not that she had a lot of
experience. They had just the right fullness, his bottom lip
slightly more plump, and were surprisingly soft for a man’s. She
could tell he was holding back from completely devouring her, and a
part of her wanted to throw caution to the wind, but room service
would be there soon.
    Maybe after she