His mood had become a bit more removed since we’d checked into the hotel. He laid down on the bed without a word and threw his hands beneath his head, staring up at the ceiling in thought. I wanted to curl up with him and reassure him everything would be okay, but I knew he didn’t want that. Hell, I’d be distracted and removed too if I was about to see my estranged family, including my ice queen of a mother. At least, that’s how I thought of her after the little he’d told me about her.
I let him have his space, showering and getting ready in the en-suite bathroom. I’d brought a black dress with a boat neck and capped sleeves. The skirt flared out to just above my knee. It was simple and understated yet still classy. Or that’s what I was hoping for anyway. I paired it with my black Via Spiga pumps, found on clearance thank-you-very-much. I went light on the makeup, simple black eyeliner to make my blue eyes pop and nude lip-gloss. I didn’t want to look overdone. My hair was now long enough to put up in a chignon, which after several tries, I was able to do somewhat successfully. I’d had short hair the majority of my life; I was still getting used to this past the shoulder business.
“You look gorgeous, babe,” Sal’s deep voice rumbled as his eyes tracked my progress while I moved into the room.
“Thanks, you gonna get ready?” I asked, cocking my head to the side.
He looked at the clock on the bedside table. “We have a bit of time. Get that sweet ass over here,” he commanded.
“Oh, no you don’t.” I shook my head. “It took me three tries to get my hair done, and besides, I have no desire to meet your family for the first time looking like I’ve just been banged within an inch of my life,” I said, backing away as he stood up and advanced on me, his eyes predatory.
“Within an inch of your life, huh?” he growled, advancing until my back hit the wall. “That sounds fun.” His hands skated up my bare thighs to my panties underneath, tracing their outline with his index finger.
My breath hitched, and I knew I was fighting a losing battle.
He kissed me then, his tongue seeking entrance in a way that couldn’t be ignored. I groaned into his mouth as his finger traced over the thin material of my underwear.
“I think you want me,” he said against my mouth. “You’re already soaked and waiting for me to take you, aren’t you, baby?”
Oh, screw it, I’d just wear my hair down.
“Yes,” I whimpered.
His fingers slipped inside my panties circling faster as my breath whipped through my lips with tiny gasps. I clutched his shoulders to steady myself, my legs shaking so badly I was afraid I was going to topple over in my high heels. When he shoved two fingers inside of me, curving them slightly, my orgasm washed over me so intensely that he had to hold me up so I wouldn’t fall.
He didn’t give me a chance to recover or spare a second to undress. He unzipped and, in an instant, had my legs wrapped around his waist and was sinking inside me.
“Fuck,” he groaned, the sound of his pleasure heightening mine.
“Harder,” I commanded, biting his earlobe.
He complied willingly, pulling out and thrusting back in so hard I was sure we’d knock the paintings off the wall. He held me up, the muscles in his arms flexing with every movement.
He was the hottest thing on two legs and he was all mine.
“I’m close. Get there, babe,” he grunted, shifting slightly so he was even deeper than before. I groaned and felt my skin grow hot as the wave started to build. “There it is,” he growled, biting my neck as I cried out in utter astonishment at the power of my orgasm.
“Christ,” he groaned, moving to rapid-fire thrusts before quickly finding his own release.
We stood like that for a few minutes, locked around each other, panting and trying to catch our breath. His forehead was buried in my neck and I wrapped my arms and legs more firmly around him, pulling him close. There had never been an issue with physical intimacy for Sal and me. It was when we put our clothes backonthat we ran into issues.
He pulled back slightly and looked into my eyes before bending his head for a soft, chaste kiss. “I gotta shower,” he murmured, gently dropping me back to my feet. I immediately felt the loss of him, and he smiled knowing what I was thinking.
I followed him into the bathroom as he showered, looking in dismay at my now disheveled hairdo.
“I like it better down anyway,” Sal said as he winked from behind the shower door.
“Good thing,” I muttered before cracking my own smile.
His mood seemed improved when he got dressed. I’d never seen Sal in anything other than jeans and a tee. When he appeared in black slacks and a white button-down, I was momentarily speechless.
“What?” he asked with a creased brow when apparently I’d been staring too long.
“You look good. I never thought I’d see you in anything other than jeans.”
“And this is probably one of a handful of times you ever will,” he replied while grabbing our room key and, notably, my hand as we made our way out the door.
I bit my lip against asking what those other occasions could be. Sal and I had never talked about the future. I didn’t even know if he ever wanted to get married or have kids. I wasn’t sure myself how I felt about all that. There was plenty of time to figure it out.