“I’m actually not feeling well,” I tell him. “And I have an early day tomorrow, so I should go.” I stand, and so does he.
“Could I get your number? Maybe we can hang out again?”
“Sorry, no. I live on the other side of the country.” That’s a whopper. I live in Rhode Island, and this is Michigan, but he doesn’t know that.
I don’t spare Travis a glance as I pass the table and exit the restaurant. My face is hot enough to cook an egg. The audacity of him. To act unfazed by my flirting.
I stomp down the sidewalk toward the hotel.
“Ellie, wait!”
I pick up my pace, rushing through the lobby, knowing his long fucking legs are about to close the distance any second.
The elevator doors open, letting an elderly couple off right in time for me to hop on. My finger slams aggressively on the button as soon as I’m inside. It’s not fast enough, and Travis leaps through right before they shut.
“The hell, Ellie? I was chasing you,” he pants, leaning over with his hands on his knees to catch his breath.
“Yes, that’s why I was running,” I say flatly.
“What happened? Did that guy say something to you?”
“No.”
He straightens, his nostrils flaring. “Was he inappropriate?”
I force myself not to preen at his protectiveness. “No.”
He studies me, brow arched, before a satisfied grin hits his lips. “You just got so jealous you couldn’t stand to be there anymore?”
I cock my head, assessing him right back. “No,” I lie. “I got so turned-on talking to that guy, I needed to get some relief. I left so I couldcome.”
He swallows, eyes dancing between mine. He can’t figure out if I’m playing with him or not. This whole time, I was trying to use that guy to make him sweat, when all I needed to do was be me.
I crowd him until his back hits the metal wall. “I’m going to lie down on the bed and spread my legs as wide as they’ll go,” I whisper, pressing on the balls of my feet to get closer to his face. I trail my fingertip along his bottom lip. “I’m already so wet, my fingers will slide right in.” He lets out a breath that hits my lashes, making them flutter. “Then I?—”
The elevator halts and the doors part. I step off, striding to the room on quick feet. I wasn’t turned-on until two seconds ago, now I definitely need a release.
His footsteps pound behind me. I unlock the door and hurry inside, trying to shut him out, but he busts through easily, slamming it behind him and making me jump.
His chest is heaving as hard as it was after he played a whole set the other night. He yanks on his tie, his normally light blue eyes blazing with heat. “Remember what you said, Ellie May.”
“What?” I ask, confused as he kicks his shoes off.
“You wanna wait, not let me touch you.” He pulls the tie off, tossing it away. I don’t point out that he brought it up first.I was ready to fuck him right there that night, but I know he was doing it for me, so I could feel good about sticking to the agreement I made. “Wanna follow your little contract? Remember that when your pussy is crying out for me later. When your tiny fingers aren’t filling you up the way you need. The way only I can.”
An ache shoots straight to my core, and I clench my thighs, swallowing a whimper. My skin heats to an unbearable level, making sweat trickle along my spine. I need to shed these clothes. My nipple rings are throbbing, pressing painfully against my bra all of a sudden.
I’d like to pretend his words don’t hit me right in the chest—or the pussy—and I could ignore them, but I can’t.
I want him.Needhim.
Maybe if he didn’t know my body so well, I’d be able to refrain. I’m well past my breaking point now. My clit is pulsing, and it’s excruciating. I wonder if this is what blue balls feel like.
Travis starts past me, heading toward the bathroom. “I’ll take another shower. Give you time to…” He trails off.
Give me time to masturbate? When I have the real thing in front of me? Hard pass.
“Fuck that.” I leap forward, plowing into his chest.
