I give the girls an eager grin and a group hug. “It’s time. Talk later.”
I find the elevator, step in, and push the button for the second floor. I’m clenching my legs together to tame the throbbing. This should be a fantastic night.
The elevator arrives on his floor, and the doors slowly open. I step into the hallway, and the sign in front of me says, 'Room 222 to the right.' It’s all the way down the hallway.
He definitely does this all the time. It’s the only logical explanation. Who else has the balls to hand over their room key to a random woman? I could be crazy; he’s taking his chances—or am I? Well, I guess I’m risking it. But I’m always prepared. I have protection in my purse, just in case. And I always carry mace too, but I have a feeling I won’t need to use it.
Not bothering to knock, I use the key and open the door. I don’t hear anyone, but I step inside the room and all I can smell is him—coconut and palm trees. The door slams shut behind me. It’s an enormous suite, and the lighting is dim. Just enough light to see the modern living room with a sleek, large-screen TV, curved grey plush couch, coffee table, and an armchair in the corner.
I scan the room and spot him, like a king sitting on his throne, in the corner chair. All I see is him rubbing his jaw as he stares at me, a glass of dark liquid hanging from his other hand. He took off his shirt but left his slacks on. Holy shit, he’s barefoot, and I can’t help it; I bite my bottom lip.
The moment he stands up, the room feels smaller with him in it. And the next thing I know, he’s stalking over to me like he wants to own me.
He’s inches away from my face before I can fully process the movement. Threading his fingers in my hair, gripping the back of my head, he takes a minute and stares into my eyes—into my soul. Then, wraps the other arm around my waist, tugging me close. The heat in my core is like a stoked fire; my legs are already wobbly.
“I wasn’t sure if you were going to make it. You didn’t give me an answer.” He glides his lips over my cheek, and I melt further into him.
“I needed to decide whether I was going to take a risk on a stranger or go home.” His mouth is so close to my ear, I can feel his breath skate across my skin. My nipples pebble at the closeness, the attraction humming between us.
“You are gorgeous, and I can’t resist you any longer,” he says in a gruff voice that tips me over the edge—my mouth dry and my body buzzing. I moan escapes me at his admission and his touch. I’m holding on by a thread.
I don’t know the last time a man had this effect on me. I’m not complaining. I thought my sex drive was gone because of what happened with my ex, Jake. Nope. I don’t need to be thinking about that dirtbag right now. All my nerve endings are lit on fire, and goosebumps all over my skin the minute he touches me. He runs his thumb over my lips. I can’t help but close my eyes and revel in his touch.
The air is charged with desire; my breath hitches as his thumb swipes across my lip one last time. As if he were reading my mind, he leans in and our lips meet for the first time. I needed the right person to bring me back to life, and Dane is doing just that, as fireworks explode throughout my body.
His kiss is all-consuming. Every inch of my body is exploding. We explore each other’s mouths as he nudges my lips open with his tongue to slip inside, tongues dancing in a rhythm that keeps my mouth busy for what feels like hours. Our kiss feels natural—comfortable, perfect. I pull him closer, wanting all of him. Deepening the kiss, my arms wrap around his waist, one leg entwining with his.
“I’m in charge here. Is that okay with you?” he says, his gravelly voice in my ear.
Submitting to him feels easy, like I’d crawl to him on my hands and knees if he asked me to. “Yes, I’m all yours tonight,” I say as I clear my throat.
In one smooth motion, he grabs my ass and yanks me up. I wrap my legs around his waist as he walks down the small hallway and into the bedroom. The lights are dim here, just enough to see each other.
He’s just staring at me now. I wonder what he’s thinking. He dips his head into my neck and kisses me. I squirm, which evokes a throaty chuckle from him. That sound makes me want him inside me even more.
His arms move up my back, and I slide down his body. My hands land on his shoulders, and I can’t resist sliding them down his arms, stopping at his firm biceps. I linger a little longer there before sliding down to his forearms. If it weren’t already a sauna in here, that does it for me: muscles that my fingertips can sink into and trace his tattoos. I could spend hours tracing and exploring them, but he doesn’t give me enough time to really look as he kisses my shoulder.
“You taste so sweet. I can’t wait to bury my face in your pussy.” Taking the hem of my dress in his hands, he takes it off over my head.
He gives me a slight tap on the shoulder, so I tilt back, landing and sitting on the bed. His eyes go wide, and then, as if hispupils couldn’t be any bigger, they take over his irises when he sees I don’t have a bra on. He’s on his knees, putting his thumbs through my g-string and slowly gliding them down my legs before I can take my next breath. When he reaches my ankles, I lift my legs, and he yanks the scrap of fabric off.
“Slide back onto the bed,” he says as he unbuttons his pants, and they fall to the floor. All I see is his thick cock glistening with precum. He rubs his thumb over the tip and wipes it in a circle. Holy hell, that’s fucking hot.
I do what I’m told and move up the bed. As I do, I leave nothing to the imagination as I casually open my legs and my hand goes down my stomach, ready to tease him. But he grabs my hand.
“I’ll be the one touching you tonight.”
He takes both of my knees in the palms of his hands and opens them even further. His fingers gently glide up my thighs. The throbbing in my clit is intense, longing for him to touch me with his fingers, his tongue. I just need to relieve the ache.
Dane’s body comes up along my side as his hand touches my stomach, searing my skin. His fingers slide down, and he runs two fingers through my slit. He all but purrs, “You are so goddamn wet.”
My hands grip the sheets as my back arches into him. I whimper. “Dane.”
“I like my name on your lips,” he says and pepper kisses down my neck.
I’m hyperaware of his cock pressed up against me. My hand wanders down to grip his length, velvety, thick, and hard as steel. Pulling my hand up with a fairly tight grip, he groans in my ear. Using my thumb, I swipe over his tip, precum dripping out. “I want my mouth on this.” I grip him a little tighter.
He doesn’t answer me with words, but thrusts his hips against me. And plunges his fingers inside me. The feel of his fingers hasme tilting my hips for him. The smell of sex surrounding us and the sound of my slickness have my body wanting more of him. He curls his fingers, and I lose myself in his touch. I grind my hips against his fingers, my orgasm building.
