He doesn’t even have a name.
But I want him.
I never do this.
But tonight, I’m going to.
He pulls his lips from mine with physical force and takes my hand, pulling me back to the elevator.
The door closes behind us, and his mouth finds mine again.
Heat surges through my thighs as his hand trails down my neck, over my breast, making me suck in a quick breath. His fingers trace down to my navel and stop. He presses his body to mine, and I can feel his dick, hard and north-pointing, in his slacks.
Suddenly the door opens, but we aren’t on the main level. We are on one of the highest floors; 60 stories in the air.
He pulls me down a hallway that looks more like it should be in a castle than a hotel.
There are only a couple of doors and we head into the one at the end.
It’s a suite like I’ve never seen before, and my eyes are darting all around it, taking it all in. Floor to ceiling windows, a hot tub, and the largest king-sized bed I’ve ever seen. I haven’t even given the whole room a sweep before his mouth finds mine again.
But I don’t care. I want this man.
He grabs my dress and shimmies it up my thighs until my black, lace thong-clad ass is exposed. He grips it in his palms, digging his fingers into my curves, and pulls me even closer.
I link my arms around his neck, seeking out his tongue with mine. He tastes like oranges and vanilla and smoke. His pecs are hard against my chest, making my nipples ache with every caress as we grind into each other.
Then his hand roams to my front. He hooks one finger under my panties and teases my clit with a come-here motion.
“Ohh…” I whimper, and I swear to God no man has ever found my weakness that quickly.
If at all.
It’s so spot-on that I find myself dancing in place in front of him.
He lifts me up with no effort. The man is easily six-three if not taller. Caramel skin, clean-shaven with a hint of stubble. Just enough to trace that jawline, defining it inch by inch.
As he lays me back on the bed, I can see him bulging underneath his designer slacks. I’m honestly surprised he hasn’t torn through them.
He loosens his belt and strips down to his tight black briefs. Then he unbuttons his shirt, revealing his smooth, toned torso.
Holy…abs.
The man is flexing a full rack. We’re talking two, four, six, eight followed by the perfect V that tapers off into the elastic waistline.
My legs part in response.
“Somebody’s eager.” he says as he drops to his knees in front of me. My dress is still skirted up around my hips, and my feet are perched apart, giving him a full view and full access to everything.
“If I hadn’t been so distracted, I would have sent you crotchless panties,” he says as he kisses the insides of my knees before making his way further and further north. His tongue leaves a hot, aching trail in its wake, and the anticipation is eating me alive.
Is this man actually going to eat me out? Or am I going to wake up from this dream any moment now? I raise my hips and pray to God that it’s real.
“So very eager,” he says again.
He hooks his fingers inside the waistband of my panties and rips, tearing them off of me. I gasp at the sheer act of it.
It’s the hottest, scariest thing anyone has ever done to me in the bedroom. That’s not saying much though. Dylan was very vanilla, but acted like he was all spice.
