He strokes my hand. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be.”
“Is that how she died?”
Instinctually, my eyes find the bar counter, and I wonder why I brought this up. “Close enough. She switched from boozeto pills and eventually overdosed.” My throat burns. “Even though the memories are bittersweet, this place was still my inspiration. She’s the reason I do what I do. Someday, I hope the Cypress develops a history even half as rich.”
When he peruses the area slowly, inspecting all the details, my heart squeezes. He could have blown off what I shared as a silly flight of fancy. Instead, he considers our surroundings solemnly. “This space does feel like it’s, I don’t know…heavy or something.”
Another little clench of my chest. Not only did he pay attention to me…he actually understands. “Exactly! The walls have so many stories to tell, you can feel them buzzing. It’s incredible.”
He pulls me close, his stubble scraping my cheek as he kisses me. Nothing could feel more right.
He draws back to study my face before his focus averts off to the side. “What do you say we eat and grab a room? I’ll have you back in plenty of time for work tomorrow.”
I consult my watch, worrying my bottom lip between my teeth. The idea tempts me, but… “I don’t know.” There’s still so much to do.
But weareahead of schedule…
“What don’t you know?” He slides a hand between my knees, causing every nerve cell to perk up. “Have you ever stayed here?”
I try to ignore how his touch zaps an electric pulse up my thighs. “No. But won’t I be cheating on the Cypress if I spend the night here? I’m loyal to the bone.” I bat my lashes before downing a long swig of my mojito.
“This is business. We’re doing our due diligence.” He inches his hand farther up my thigh. “Plus, you can write off the expense. Frankly, we’d be irresponsiblenotto stay.” He squeezes my flesh, digging his fingers into the muscle in apainfully pleasant grip. “Besides,” he leans close and nips my earlobe, “you can’t expect me to wait until we get back to your hotel to fuck you.”
My lungs hitch, and heat pools in my lower belly.
I exhale through my nose. Guess we’re staying the night.
I swirl my drink, watching the alcohol spin, and wait for dinner to be over.
In our room, Kellin pushes me face-first against the wall with my yoga pants below my knees before the lock even clicks in the door. He’s rock hard, grinding his erection against my ass. I manage to kick off my shoes and peel off the spandex pants right as his hand circles me and finds my clit.
The moment he touches me, he groans. “Fuck, you’re so wet. How long have you been dripping for me?”
I roll my hips against his hand. “Since you suggested spending the night.”
His throaty rumble shakes my spine. “I like knowing that you sat through dinner like that. Looking so sweet and innocent in your hiking gear with your pussy drenched.”
I moan against the drywall as he moves his fingers in tiny clockwise circles.
Good thing I didn’t admit that I’ve been wet off and on since this morning. He’d never let me hear the end of that confession.
Damn, those fingers of his should be registered as deadly weapons.
He drags his tongue down my neck before sucking the skin into his mouth. I hear the shuffle of his pants falling, and my entire being vibrates with anticipation.
His hands curl over my hips. In the next heartbeat, he drives into me without warning, stealing my air as his big cock fills me to the brim. In this position, I feel him deeper than ever.
I feel him everywhere.
As he holds his dick steady inside me while sucking on my neck, the thoughts in my head run rampant. I didn’t realize life could be straight out of a dream like this.
I want this.
I need this. Need him.
I love his hands on me.
