"Our hotel's just up the road," I say, nodding toward that sleek luxury tower dominating the valley.
She smirks, eyes flashing."Of course it is.Austrian superstars get the best, don't they?"
"We train hard enough to earn it."I shrug, fighting a grin, and start walking again, her hand still locked in mine.
No room for my usual banter tonight, cause I'm wound tight as a spring, every nerve screaming to get her alone.But damn, she slows her pace deliberately, drawing it out, and I catch that teasing glint in her eye.Heat coils low in me, my cock twitching at how she's playing me, fully aware of the power she wields, making me ache.
"So," she purrs, "how does this usually work?Spare room for insistent fans?"
Her words pull a rough laugh from me, more growl than humor, tension cracking loose."Nothing like that.I'll just ask for an empty room and count on their discretion."
"Trust me," she says, voice laced with mischief, "receptionists guard dark secrets like pros."
I grin wide now, adrenaline surging as we enter the gleaming lobby.
"Good evening, Mr.Kern," the clerk says smoothly, keycard already in hand."Your key—"
Her eyes flick to our clasped hands, lingering.My little tease meets her stare with a bold smile.
"Another room, perhaps?"the clerk ventures.
"Just charge it to me, not the federation," I say, snatching the card.
Elevator next.Silence thickens, her breath coming fast and shallow beside me.Mine matches, ragged.
Doors shut.I can't wait, and spin her against the wall, claim her mouth with a starved kiss.Her fingers dive into my hair, yanking me in, and her tremble hits me like a drug.She's in new territory, hands shaking as she clings.This isn't her routine, and that reckless thrill in her eyes mirrors mine.I love it, love that she breaks her rules for me only.
Ding.I break away, chest heaving."Room number…do you remember it?"
"Two-oh-four," she gasps, legs wobbling as we stumble out, hands still tangled.
I open the door and pull her in.She walks slowly, her steps uncertain, towards the bed.
Her faltering steps towards the bed snap something primal in me; the way her hips sway, that fake armor slipping to reveal pure, fragile want, her chest heaving like she's already mine to ruin.
I've never craved a woman like this, her clever mouth begging to be owned, her body turned into slick, moaning surrender under me.The door's barely shut, and my cock throbs painfully against my jeans, every nerve lit up from her teasing all night.
All night, the game was who breaks first.I did, but I'll make her shatter twice as hard for it.
I close the distance, grinning like a predator as she draws that shaky breath.
"Every girl says it,” she whispers, “and you won't believe me, but I'm not used to...this."
"Why wouldn't I believe you?"I murmur, voice gravel, stepping so close her heat seeps through my shirt.
"I'm just nervous.Maybe a drink first?"Her words waver, eyes wide.
"No drink."My hand cups her cheek, thumb dragging slowly along her jaw, feeling her pulse jackhammer.Her skin's like silk under my rough fingers."I like you nervous.Means you're not routine.Crossing lines just for me."
"Girls do that for you all the time?"She fires back, but it's breathy, needy.
Why the fuck does she care?Her questions poke at old habits, but I'm done talking.
My lips crash against her neck, salt and sweetness flooding my tongue, teeth nipping that tender spot above her collarbone as her jacket slides off my hands.She moans, low and broken, arching into me, head tilting to bare more skin like an offering.Yes.Her scent floods me—arousal, floral shampoo, pure sin—my hips grind forward instinctively, cock straining as her moan vibrates against my lips.
My hands roam, greedy, peeling at fabric while her body yields, rational thought fleeing her eyes.This is it: shattering her control, instinct swallowing us whole, her wetness summoning me.
Then she snaps, seizing control and devouring me instead.Eyes flashing fire as she grabs my hair, yanking my mouth to hers like she's starving, her tongue invading mine, fierce and hungry, pure sex flooding my mouth.
