Chapter 5
“I’ve always wanted to be a wanted woman.”
-Celia
Downtown Tampa was chock full of restaurants, bars, entertainment venues, and hotels. Lots and lots of hotels.
Thank God!
Flint and I left his car in the restaurant parking lot and hustled across the street to a boutique hotel facing the bay. There was only one vacancy left, a suite on the top floor. And that elevator ride was the longest in history.
We entered the suite. I sat my purse on the table. When I turned around, Flint was right in front of me, staring down at me with a feral hunger in his eyes. It did things to my vajayjay, and I wondered if he’d rip my clothes right off me. I thought about how the buttons would sound when they hit the tile floor.
I didn’t hate it.
“Celia,” his voice was husky as he stroked my arms. “You sure about this?”
I leaned into his chest, grabbed the collar of his button-down shirt, and pulled him down to face me. “I’ve never been more sure. Tonight, I just want to feel like a woman. Awantedwoman. Show me how much you want me, Flint.”
His brown eyes turned black as his pupils dilated and his nostrils flared. “I wanted you the first moment I laid eyes on you.”
I slapped his chest. His rock-hard chest.Oh my.“Then do something about it, you big lug.”
Flint smiled, then his mouth crashed down onto mine. I threw my arms around his neck and pressed my body against his. He groaned and reached down to grab my butt, pushing my skirt up my thighs.
It’s like his hands were made of molten lava. His touch lit me on fire. He tilted his head to deepen our kiss, which was all tongues and teeth and hot breaths. My hands were all over his superb physique. The man didn’t have an ounce of fat on him. I wanted to climb him like a tree.
Flint must have ESP because he picked me off the ground like I weighed nothing. I wrapped my legs around his waist, feeling the supersized bulge in his pants. He sucked in a breath when I ground on him. He pulled back slightly, giving me an opening to rip the front of his shirt open. Buttons clattered to the floor.
Okay. I guess I’m the caveman in this scenario.
Huh. Who knew?
My eyes roved all over his chest, and my mouth soon followed. I dragged kisses across his pecs, up his neck to his ear, where I licked and nipped his earlobe.
“Jesus, woman,” Flint grunted, and I swear a tree grew in his pants. “You’re going to be the death of me.”
I leaned back and grinned like a lunatic at him. “They say orgasms are like tiny deaths. So, I’m okay with that. Condoms are in my purse. Front pocket.”
He chuckled and set me gently on the entry table. “Don’t move.”
Flint reached into the front pocket of my purse, pulling out three condoms.
“Mighty ambitious of you, Mendota,” I unbuttoned my jacket.
“I told you not to move,” he warned, grabbing my hands and placing them flat on the table. “You’re taking my job away from me.”
“Your job?” I coughed.
He took my face in his huge hands and kissed me gently on the lips. “You’re like a present that I get to unwrap. And I like unwrapping presents.”
My, oh my.
I don’t remember him being this romantic the last time we slept together. But then again, that was supposed to be a drunken one-night-stand that turned into a sexcapade weekend this past summer. I have revisited those memoriesmultiple timeson my own ever since.
He grinned at me, then slowly peeled off my jacket and bra, kissing every inch of my chest and stomach. Then, he slid my skirt down my legs and removed my thong. I tried to reach for him, but he playfully slapped my hands away and returned them to the table.
“Nope. Don’t you move,” he commanded.
