Red kissed Lizzy's little mouth to his heart's content, because she sure as hell wasn't going anywhere.
Besides the fact that he was enjoying this too damn much to let go, she was damn near crawling under his skin, craving more, which he was more than happy to provide.
Her small tongue tentatively stroked his, eliciting a deep rumbling groan of approval from the man. There was something about that sound that sent jolts of awareness into the essence of Liz's being.
Red adjusted his hold on her, bringing her body flush with his, allowing her to feel his growing arousal.
Red was too experienced, sexually, to be reacting like this to a simple kiss. He had to get in better control, but dammit... he had waited so long.
He broke the kiss, allowing her a full breath. His lips teasingly brushing hers, withholding just enough contact to make the woman want more.
"Lizzy..." he muttered, a raw plea issued against her soft mouth.
She had never felt anything as sensual as this. Red didn't just kiss with his mouth, his whole body was involved. He nuzzled her nose with his own, touched cheeks, the prickly days growth reminding her of his masculinity.
She did not mind in the least, that the coarse fuzz chaffed her skin slightly.
His hands could not be stilled, not that she wanted that, in the least. He was exploring her body inch by inch, his fingers deft and probing into secret areas that even she did not know existed, until his touch awakened her.
She fell into the world of sensual delirium he was creating. She had never been so involved, so concentrated on a kiss... until this moment.
Liz ran her hands up under Red's jacket, feeling the man's warmth, curving her fingers into the muscles of his back.
He tensed slightly, breaking her concentration. He cursed softly under his breath, slowly releasing the pressure on her lips.
"What?" she asked breathlessly, her confusion genuine, her flesh needing his particular brand of abuse to continue.
"Dembe..." he grated the explanation, his eyes seeking out the intruder into their suddenly private world he had so meticulously created.
"Oh..." Liz's cheeks flushed as she tried to disengage from the man.
Red gripped her quickly, holding her in place as he looked over her shoulder. "Get Silas."
Dembe nodded his assent, taking his leave.
"We need to talk." his eyes reassured her.
She nodded slowly, lowering her face to hide the flush reddening her cheeks. "All right."
Red lifted her eyes to meet his. His fingers stroked her cheek intimately, his gaze holding hers almost hypnotically. He slowly lowered his mouth, his lips parting hers erotically.
Liz's tummy flipped as she felt a surge of excitement.
This was so much better than her dream. She didn't think she'd ever say that, but to actually feel the heat of his kiss... the demanding standard this man expected.
That dream had been erotic as hell, had even made her orgasm.
But to actually feel Red Reddington's hands on her, to feel his lips...
It felt better than she had ever imagined. There were no words that came to mind to describe the experience.
Red finally broke the kiss just second before Dembe arrived with Silas.
"This shouldn't take too long." he reluctantly released the hold he had on her, both physically and mentally. "Silas will watch over you." he directed her towards the large guard with a gentle urge of his hand.
"I'll be along shortly." Red handed her over to Silas begrudgingly.
Silas noted with amusement, the new air of possessiveness in Red's tone.
"Come on Trouble." he crooked his head accordingly. "Let's see what kind of mischief you can get into before your Old Man comes back."
Liz looked at the guard, her expression confident. "He's not old... not at all." she headed for the elevators as directed, with but one lingering look back to her "old man".
"Now, if we're talking about you..." she held her smile, her mood high.
Silas' brow furrowed slightly. "Hey, don't let this gray hair fool you."
"Of course not... daddy." Liz was suddenly having the time of her life. She could feel Red's eyes the entire way to the exit. She found her hips swaying provocatively. She even found herself hoping that Red was some what moved by the gesture.
She felt absolutely sinful, and it felt wonderful.
"You know, when I'm normally called that, it's followed by me, spanking bare ass." Silas replied seriously, bringing her back to the present.
"I bet that costs you a pretty penny." she quipped, stepping into the elevator.
"I'm not charged for my spankings." the guard boasted. "I'm asked for them."
Liz tsked her disappointment, "And here I thought a man of your advanced age would know what he was doing in the bedroom." she looked at him pityingly. "That they have to ask for more... really Silas."
The guard pulled his ear, grinning slowly. "Okay," he conceded good naturedly, "I'll give you that one." he seemed impressed. "Red must have kissed some good sense into you. Because you sure didn't have it before."
It took longer to secure the portion of Anne's estate than Red wanted. He headed back upstairs. Anticipation heightening the closer he got to their room.
He was still having difficulty believing that he and Lizzy had kissed tonight.
He wanted to taste that sweet little mouth again, so damned badly. He had to hold himself in check, from literally running the last stretch of hallway which led to their hotel room.
Silas waited outside the door holding his grin with stressed difficulty.
"Oh, shut the hell up." Red disgusted, opening the door, entering with but one disdainful glance backward.
Silas waved another guard into position as he himself, went to make his rounds.
Red had Security throughout the hotel, and Silas periodically and faithfully checked each and every position.
Finding the main room empty, Red crossed the space to the bathroom, tapping gently.
He shoved the door open, his eyes tracking across the room quickly, before falling on the vision in the tub.
The blissful woman was submerged in the steamy waters, completely relaxed in a way that had been unavailable to her for so long. A pile of bubbles was threatening to cascade to the floor and the scent of roses, permeated the air.
"Enjoying your bath, sweetheart?" Red grinned, stepping closer, staring down at her serene face.
"Uhm hmm." she sighed. "I've refilled it... twice."
Red took off his jacket, tossing it on the nearby stool before rolling up his sleeves, enjoying the small respite from the humid room.
He leaned over, brushing his lips over her forehead, caressing her damp curls.
He sat on the side of the spacious tub, trailing his fingers over the mountain of bubbles.
She sat forward, handing him a sponge. "Would you?"
"Would I what?" he took the offering. He noted an amused smile playing on her lips for his quip.
"Do my back." she answered innocently.
The man soaped the sponge liberally, stroking her back in generous swirls. He smiled softly as she moaned her appreciation, her long naked back, erupting in a series of goosebumps.
"Your back..." he watched his handiwork, his gaze heating slightly. "Your front..." his tone held a wealth of hidden meaning. "Whatever it takes."
She chuckled appreciatively. "The meeting went well, I assume?" she glanced back at him slightly. "You're in a good mood."
Red got lost in his activity, slowly working the sponge in a circular pattern until she trembled with the good feeling.
"I'm always in a good mood when I'm with you." he dropped the sponge into the steamy water, his palm taking over. "And yes, I got what I wanted." he shrugged.
"When have you not." she was curious.
"Well, the night is young." he philosophized. "And I'm trying my best to get my worst critic in a better mood, even as I speak." he drew shapeless designs on the silky flesh.
"Well, what ever you're doing... it's working." she closed her eyes to the delectable touch of the man. "Tell me about your meeting."
"I don't want to." it was the last thing he wanted right now.
"But I insist because," she teased, "I am your worst critic. Something interesting must have happened... I don't want to hear it on the streets or from Silas."
He thought back over the evening trying to think of something that might amuse her, his hands spreading over the small of her back, disappearing into the water, his middle finger easing a searing path down the indenture of her bottom.
"Pissed a rival off." Red spread his fingers over the slight bulge in either direction.
"W-Who? Why?" she tried not to stiffen at such an unexpected invasion of her privacy, finding herself lifting slightly for any further exploration the man might think to attempt.
Red found her reaction not only encouraging, but slightly amusing. "A man named Charles DeCarlo." he allowed his finger to remain stationary for a long beat. "I find the man annoying and will do anything to return the favor."
The small talk helped the woman gather her equilibrium. She gently removed his hand from her backside, casting him a scolding glance.
Liz shook her head, slightly exasperated, flicking bubbles at him.
The man grinned down at her as he arose, "I'm going to make some quick calls." he informed her. "I do not want to be disturbed tonight."
Liz was left wondering exactly what the night would bring.
The woman's heart was thudding in her chest. She wondered if the man had felt the slight vibration his touch had caused throughout her body.
Her cheeks tinted, knowing that she had risen into that touch, clearly wanting more.
Did Red think she was brazen? She felt she was. She was reacting to this man like no other before him. At times she felt like a schoolgirl in comparison to his worldly personification.
He had not made any other overt move and yet, just that one simple gesture on his part, had turned her insides to mush. She would have done anything he would have asked of her and what's more... she truly thought Red was aware of the fact.
She toweled herself off, her thoughts still on the subject. She could still feel the imprint of his hand on her bottom. The woman looked at herself in the mirror and for the first time, actually liked what she saw.
She always thought her hair was mousy brown. Tonight it looked to be a deep dark chestnut, the soft damp curls framing her face seemed to highlight the blueness of her eyes.
She always wanted green eyes. Why was it women especially, wanted something other than what God had given them. But tonight was different.
Red Reddington had made her feel desirable in that tub. She glanced at the object in question. It was just a tub. Why then, was she smiling so broadly.
She dressed with the utmost care. She thought about make-up even, but decided against such measures.
She crossed to the door, her hand hesitating on the knob. She took a deep breath, stilling her racing heart.
Walking from the bathroom, she found Red propped up in bed, reading. His pajamas matching her black satin gown.
The man glanced up, his eyes running the length of her figure with masculine appreciation.
"That's a pretty robe." he smiled gently at her approach.
He watched her move across the room, his brows lifting slightly as she tossed the outer garment to the end of the bed.
"Turn around, let me see." Red's eyes followed the curves of her shapely figure, the unveiling had revealed.
She glanced over at him, hesitating.
Doing as he requested, she turned slowly, her arms slightly lifted from her sides.
It was a very beautiful, figure hugging, ankle length gown, with slits up to her thighs, edged in the most delicate and baby soft lace she had ever felt.
Thin straps and a sweetheart neckline trimmed in more lace, completed the top. The satin rippled like dark water when she moved. Besides being lovely, it was incredibly comfortable.
"You like it?" She asked breathlessly over her shoulder, awaiting his verdict.
If she was wearing anything under that slip, Red couldn't tell. And believe me, the man was looking.
But there was an absence of any lines, so that said a lot. It was suddenly very warm in the room.
"Very much." Red nodded minutely, turning back the covers, inviting her in. Again, his gaze was saying so much more than his words.
Elizabeth felt her heart begin the old familiar thudding, the one she had determinedly stilled in the bathroom.
She hiked the satin to her knees, climbing in with his help, before settling with her good leg comfortably beneath her.
Red had to admit, he felt a shit load of tension he'd been carrying around all evening, vanish into thin air.
He hoped this meant that the woman had forgiven him for his transgressions with Ariana Sanchez.
He had embarrassed her tonight.
The man was trying to formulate an articulate way to get back into the woman's good graces when she spoke...
"I'm sorry I slapped you."
"I'm sorry you slapped me too." he moved closer to her, his eyes dropping to the cleft of her breasts. "Have I told you how much I like that gown?"
"Not in so many words." she leaned into her hand, laying a soft kiss against his mouth.
The woman pulled back after the most fleeting of contact, unsure of herself and of the man's reaction.
Red instantly followed her retreat, his arm encircling her waist, his weight pressing her form back into the cool sheets of the bed.
His mouth parted hers hungrily, his tongue entering the warm moist mouth without invitation. He pressed his body closer still, his arms tightening. His free hand filtered into the hair of the nape of her neck, his fingers gently holding her from any supposed escape, as he completed the kiss to his satisfaction.
Liz lifted her arms about his neckline, her fingers massaging the area of the base of his scalp, her mouth responding amorously.
Red shifted his weight over the lithe frame, his leg parting hers, wedging into the heated space. He could feel the dampness of her center infiltrate the satin covering his thick thigh.
The man nudged the area insistently, attempting to feel more of the steamy cove.
Liz felt her nipples harden against the satin gown, her breasts swelling with the need to be touched. She lifted into the hardness of his chest, pleading for his attention.
Red's fingers teased the small of her back, encouraging any closeness, his mouth working feverishly on the sweetness of her lips.
His free hand eased the strap from the warmth of her shoulder, his mouth breaking away, leaving Elizabeth gasping at the coldness his departure caused.
He kissed a searing path, his teeth gently nibbling the lobe of her ear, as his mouth traveled the curve of her neck unto the beginning swell of her breast.
The man's fingers grasped the satin gown, bunching the material as he dragged it up her thigh and in doing so, easing his leg further into the heated patch of her middle as his lips covered the pert nipple of right breast.
He sank his teeth gently around the throbbing little peak, nipping playfully, before soothing any supposed pain with the coarseness of his tongue.
Even through the cloth, Elizabeth was amazed at how good the sensation felt. She grasped his head, holding it to the pleasurable pastime, lifting into his demands.
A soft mew of contentment escaped her throat.
The woman tugged at the flimsy strap, exposing the full plumpness of one alabaster breast.
Red lifted his head, his eyes taking in the visual beauty for a long moment. The soft lace had inadvertently caught on the tight peak, causing the voluptuous mound to bounce erotically before being completely unveiled.
Red palmed her bottom, dragging her up against his thigh, pulling a sharp sound of enjoyment from the woman's throat. She pushed into the touch, rolling her hips against his muscled thigh. She felt her clit throb deliciously. His thigh was suddenly replaced by his cloth covered shaft.
The man pushed against the rapidly wetting satin, feeling his own nightwear being saturated. He flicked her straining nipple, tightening the peak against his tongue.
Liz wrapped her leg around Red's waist, giving her the leverage to ride the man's offering with more determination. She held her breath, feeling the height of orgasm quickly approaching.
She had never felt this lustful before in her entire life. She found it exhilarating.
Liz allowed her emotional state to evolve naturally, not once thinking of stemming the tide of overwhelming passion she was experiencing, uncaring as to its ramifications.
She felt the onslaught begin, closing her eyes to better experience each stage of what was to come.
Red religiously watched her face, the ecstasy beginning.
He felt her hips jerking quickly to the tempo her body dictated. Her breath was being released in quick, ever increasing, sharp short bursts.
Her pouty lips panted breathlessly, her hands gripping his shoulders more intensely with each moment she neared her release.
The woman stiffened, curling her fingers painfully into his arms, as she held her breath, convulsing moments later, shattering with the intensity which washed over her.
Red dropped his mouth against her's, catching her cry of release, her thighs trembling against his own. Her shaky breaths beat sensually against his kiss swollen mouth.
His shaft jerked eagerly in response, his body tensing, his muscles flexing in salacious anticipation of his much needed climax.
He barely heard, let alone paid attention, to the discrete tap on the door of their room. But his mind was screaming out against any such invasion.
He acted on instinct.
He felt his hardness flex painfully. He took Liz's hand, guiding it downward, until her small fingers trailed uncertainly over the tender flesh. The satin only added to the effect.
He could feel every nuance of her touch. He lowered his head, his mouth gently teasing her nipple, his tongue suckling her zealously.
He curved her fingers tightly to his cock, rapidly stroking his turgid rigidity. Within seconds, despite the distraction, Red reached his own pinnacle.
The man groaned soulfully, his cockhead throbbed achingly, streams of cum pulsating from the tender slit.
His fists curled tightly into the sheets as he keyed his body down to a more normal state. He ground a hoarse rejoinder...
"What!"
There was a momentary pause on the other side of the door and then a hardly suppressed smirk from the opposite side. "Hey boss..." Silas' amusement tinged voice reported almost joyously, "it's all clear out here. How you guys doing in there."
"Fuck off, Silas." Red snapped his dissension. His head jerking angrily to the closed door, his eyes allowing his annoyance.
"Aye, Aye, Captain." the man laughed heartily as he walked away.
The woman sighed blissfully, tugging the man's lips down to her waiting softness. Red instantly forgot all about the slight nuisance of the unexpected distraction, preferring to concentrate his full efforts where they belonged.
The evening hadn't quite turned out how Red thought, but to have shared this new intimacy, a closeness with Lizzy... it was all he ever wanted.
He knew the rest would come in time. Now he just had to be patient. Not an easy task, mind you. Especially after tonight.
But for her... to be what she needed. He could and he would.
Red took a quick moment to change out of his soiled clothing before hastily returning to the woman. He looked down for a second on the beautiful features.
But then, he still had this.
She was laying against him now, snuggling with him. So, that was something. Definitely something.
Stroking her hair, he kissed the top of her head, getting lost in the feel of her fingers lazily stroking over the buttons of his top.
Listening as her breathing deepened, he enjoyed the hypnotic feeling of her fingers.
Red quickly followed her into sleep.