There’s no sneaking around here though. I’m locked in on him and only him.
Our eyes meet for a brief second while he takes a sip. Then he puts it back down on the bar and lets out an even bigger breath.
“Fuck it,” I hear him whisper before he abruptly grabs my hand and leads me out of the bar toward the elevator.
I don’t say a word. It’s not physically possible for me to speak right now. Words completely escape me as I follow him while my insides scream for both joy and relief that something is actually going to happen between us.
In the elevator, the air is thick, making it hard for me to breathe. He’s still got ahold of my hand, but he’s not said a word or looked at me in any way.
Now it’s my turn to sneak a peek at him. I swear my knees buckle at the sight when I see the way his jaw tics and how hiseyes are glued to the numbers as they climb to our floor. He looks like a man on a mission, and knowing I’m going to benefit from said mission makes my insides tight and my panties wet.
The ding signaling our floor saves us both from the tension we’re feeling. Thankfully, he’s quick to lead me straight to his room. He opens the door, not waiting for me to walk in first. Instead, he walks through, holding my hand tighter to make sure I follow him.
Once we’re alone and the door is closed, he turns to face me and pushes me against the wall.
A whisper is seemingly all he can get out as he stares directly into my eyes. “Please tell me you want me, that you want this just as bad as I do right now.”
I still can’t speak. I try, but it seems like me and the English language are not friends right now, so all I do is nod.
“Oh, thank God.”
He rushes in and kisses me for the first time. Fireworks explode all around us even though we’re in a small hotel room. I don’t hear them, but I feel every launch and every explosion, like the show I’m watching is building up to the biggest finale I’ve ever seen.
When he reaches down to hold me tighter, I leap up, wrapping my legs around his waist and having no doubt that he’ll catch me with ease.
Our lips tangle while he walks me to his bed, slowly lowering me down. His mouth moves from my neck to my shoulder and down my stomach, where he lifts the top I’m wearing so he can run kisses along my bare skin.
“David,” I’m finally able to breathe out while arching my back, needing more of him right fucking now.
“My name has never sounded so sexy,” he says, making his way back up to my lips and taking everything he wants from me.
“Please,” I whisper, opening my legs a little wider and pulling him toward me.
“Greedy little thing, aren’t you?” he teases, sliding his way back down my body until he’s at my jeans.
“Oh, so now you wear jeans?” he jokes, unbuttoning them, then yanking them down and off my body along with my shoes then his.
He sits up, reaching behind himself to remove his shirt. For the first time, I get to see David in the natural form, and I’m telling you, it only grows my desire tenfold with his lean muscles and manly chest.
He unbuckles his belt, then his button and zipper while keeping his eyes locked with mine. I can’t help but bite my lip, afraid if I don’t, I might drool all over myself.
When his head drops to his chest with a huff, panic washes over me.
I reach for him. “What?”
“Please tell me you have a condom,” he says, so hopeful that it breaks my heart. He lets out a slight laugh. “This is not what I expected while on this trip, and I’m not the kind of guy who just carries one in his wallet.”
I inhale a deep breath, then have my ownfuck itmoment.
I move up onto my knees so we’re right next to each other. Brazenly, I pull my shirt up and toss it to the side. Now it’s my turn to keep his eyes glued to me while I reach around to unhook my bra and throw it to the floor.
Pushing my body up against his, I whisper, “I’m on birth control, and I swear I don’t normally do this, but I want you so bad right now that I don’t care.”
His lips crash to mine, and we’re back lying on the bed, both of us scrambling to get his pants off as well as my panties.
“I haven’t been with anyone since my fiancée,” he admits.
“I trust you. Now please get inside me,” I beg.
