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“You’re sure?” His voice is tender but urgent.
“Yes.” Rain pelts the window like a drum. “Very sure.”
I fumble with his button and drag his pants down. His body is a fusion of art and athleticism. His tattoo stretches over his broad shoulder, spanning his pec, a beautiful ink tapestry of mountains, birds, and trees. It’s a moment and place in time memorialized as he remembered it, so in that way, it’s like glimpsing into his brain.
I unclasp my bra and toss it aside.
His eyes are on fire as he kneads my breasts with impatient hands, backing me into the wall next to the bathroom door, strumming my hard nipples with his thumbs.
I try to drop to my knees, but he pins both my wrists overhead with one hand as the other explores my body. Heat pools between my legs under the heavy weight of his inspection. He takes his time, igniting flames everywhere he touches. He starts with my lips, pinching the bottom one between his fingers and moves to brush my jaw in a light stroke.
He tilts my face and moves my hair off my neck. His mouth teases a path down my neck. “So fucking pretty,” he murmurs into my skin. “Every part of you.”
I’ve never felt desired like this. It emboldens me and makes me want to touch and taste him until the phrase holding back isn’t even in his vocabulary. I want to make him feel so good I’m crawling out of my skin with it.
He drags his fingers down my ribs, across my stomach, up between the valley of my breasts.
He releases my wrists and cradles my face in both his hands. The devilish hunger in his eyes softens when they meet mine. For a second, he’s just the guy who secured me spaghetti and stuck close to me all week when it would’ve been easier not to.
The guy I can’t seem to stay away from.
The need coursing through my body concentrates to a single sharp point in my chest. My heart flutters in a dangerous, dizzying way.
I push off the wall and let my gaze fall to his abs. Emotionally uncomplicated, delicious abs. I remove his boxers and wrap a hand around his thick length. He is so solid in my palm.
The lust returns with venom and fangs.
“Not yet.” His eyes blaze with heat as he hooks his finger into the strap of my underwear and drags them down my leg until I kick them aside. “You were ready to make a mess on that pool table before we got interrupted, weren’t you? I could feel that you were close.” He runs his thumb over where I’m soaked for him.With his gaze intently on my face, he thrusts two fingers inside, a quick and dirty plunge. A moan escapes my mouth. He slowly retracts, only to give them to me harder.“Let’s finish what we started.”
He slides in and out, unrelenting, goal-oriented, precise. His thumb circles my clit as I scramble to hold onto his shoulders so my wobbly legs don’t fall out from under me. My body diverts all its blood, energy, life force to where he’s touching me.Sensations stack one on top of another, my nipples pulling tight as the need blooms to an unsustainable height.
My limbs grow tense. I’m suspended in the almost, the moment just before I fall into bliss.
He adds a third finger. I cry out as he changes the angle, pushing just hard enough.“It’s just you and me now. Let me hear you.”
The back of my head hits the wall with a thud as my orgasm plows into me. Sensation bursts from deep inside and radiates out in every direction, further and further until it lights up all of me. I swear the air around me can feel it, too. He draws out the rippling heat, slowing his hand as I ride the wave of pleasure.
As soon as he pulls his hand away, I turn greedy all over again, stroking him. He’s hot and hard and his hips jut forward as I tighten my hold. I want him to be as wild with need as I was.
His breaths are sharp daggers thrown at random. He plants his arms on the wall on either side of me, caging me in. Keeping me close.
He toys his lips against mine, kissing when I quicken my hand, giving me his tongue when I stroke him harder. I think if this hotel fell into a sinkhole or launched itself into space, I wouldn’t notice for how lost I am in him.
“Will you tell me what feels good?” I murmur. “I want to get it right.”
His brown eyes are molten. “Let’s get one thing straight: there is nothing you could do to me that wouldn’t feel good. Stare at me with that eager look in your eyes long enough and I’d come for you. What gets me off is you, not some trick of your hand. Being the lucky asshole who gets to have you. Watching you even pretend to belong to someone else drives me up the wall. Is that fucked up?”
My skin and need grow feverish. Something rearranges in me on the cellular level at his possessive words. “I want you. Only you.”
He growls out a good as his rough hands land on my waist. “Bed.”
With that declaration, he throws me on his mattress and tears open his suitcase to find a black foil square. He tosses it somewhere nearby and kisses a path up the center of my stomach, between my breasts, landing on my mouth as my nipples beg him to circle back.
“These have taunted me since the lake,” he rumbles against my breast. “Skimpy black bikini, hard nipples begging to be sucked.” He pinches the taut bud and dips his head to take it in his mouth. Long luxurious pulls of his mouth until I arch off the bed.
I let out a sharp cry as he bites and pull his gorgeous hair until he sucks for mercy.
Thunder crashes through the night sky outside. When he finally releases me, my body is one raw muscle begging to be spent.