“I believe we still would’ve met.”
“I like this,” she says softly. “Us. Out in the wild.”
“Me too.”
We enjoy our dessert and then make our way to the hotel.
“Would you like a drink before we go to our room?” I ask when we walk into the lobby.
“I think I’m good, but let’s get something if you want it. You get so little time out to enjoy other restaurants.”
“I’d much rather enjoy you,” I tell her.
“You can enjoy me anywhere,” she says, her lips lifting up.
My eyes widen as I grin and stare at her mouth. “Yeah? I can put my head between your legs at the bar?” I say under my breath.
Her mouth parts and her cheeks flush, and I fucking love it.
“We better get to the room…fast,” she says breathlessly.
My chest rumbles with my laugh, and I tug her tighter against me, kissing her hair. “Great answer. Because I’d love to see you naked against the window…or bent over the bed…or buried in the covers as I work my way up from your toes to your mouth…and everywhere in between. I’ve heard there are brick walls, massive showers and tubs, and the softest comforters…I’ve already imagined you in all the places.”
I hear her breath hitch and get that rush knowing that my words affect her.
The elevator is full when we step inside. She stands in front of me, and I pull her against my chest. My hands slide to her hips. I love how my hands fit perfectly in the curve of her hips.
She leans back and tugs my head down, whispering in my ear, “We’re going to be quiet, right?” she murmurs, playful. “Just in case our neighbors are nosy?”
“I can’t promise anything,” I say, and when the doors slide open, we almost don’t make it to the room before we’re kissing, laughter muffled with mouths and hands.
Inside, she lets go of me, leaving me breathless and adjusting myself as she moves through the room like she owns it. The bed is a white ocean, and she touches the comforter, nodding her approval. She walks to the window overlooking the city and traces the brick wall next to it, turning to give me a flirtatious, daring look.
I am so gone over this woman.
“Where would you like me first?” she asks.
I run my hand over my jaw, looking her over, and stalk toward her.
“Right here will do.” I tug her hair back, and her face lifts for me to take her mouth. Our tongues tangle together, our hands everywhere all at once.
I break from her suddenly and get on my knees, unable to wait another second.
“Hold on, hold on,” she says. “I have so many layers on, and I brought sexy things to wear for you.”
I look up at her, my hands going around to squeeze her ass.
“Can I undress you now, and later you show me what you brought to wear for me?” I ask.
She bites her lips and nods.
“Such a good girl,” I tell her, pulling her boots off before rolling her tights down her body. “Take your dress off. Let me see what’s underneath.”
She tugs her sweater dress over her head, and I take her in. Her lacy bra has an oval opening where her skin shows between her breasts, and I lean up and lick that skin.
“So beautiful,” I whisper against her.
I slide the pretty lacy panties down her legs and press a kiss on her center while looking up at her.
