Christopher’s chest hit my back as we waited for our lanyards and conference information, and that slight touch alone got me hot. We’d taken my car since it had fewer miles on it, and itjust got out of the shopand took turns driving. It was amazing how fast the two-hour drive went with all our talking.
No kisses though. Just an accidental brush of the hand or this, where he stood close to me, and it was making me desperate for more. He told me all about his family, and I shared stories about Fritz and Grace from college. It was wonderful to chat and get to know him more.
“You have some time to check into your room before the welcoming session starts, so take your time. Meet down in the foyer around seven. Enjoy!” the woman said, her own smile making mine get bigger.
This was so cool.
“Care if I drop my stuff off in your room until I can head to my buddy’s place later?” he asked, a heated look entering his eyes.
“Yeah, of course,” I said, trying really hard not to think about just the two of us in a hotel room alone…with a few hours to kill. “I want to set this suitcase up there.”
We headed toward the elevator, and we had to wait a good ten minutes before we could get on. It was that busy. The doors dinged, and we moved inside, the crowd of everyone trying to get in with their friends making us stand even closer. This time, we were chest to chest.
I looked up, my face even with his chest, and his parted lips and flared nostrils made my stomach squirm with need. He smelled like laundry and soap, and when he dragged his tongue over his bottom lip, I squeezed my eyes shut. Was he trying to kill me with lust?
Was that what this was?
I groaned, and as soon as the sound left my mouth, Christopher tensed and sucked in a hard breath. I peeked one eye open at him, and he looked seconds away from snapping.About damn time.
The journey to the eighth floor took a few minutes, and each chime meant we were that much closer until we would be alone—which was sounding better and better. Would we kiss again? Like the car? Did I want to do more? Yeah. I did. I wanted his body on mine, his rough kisses and desperate touches. Shit, I was way too turned on to be at an education conference.
The doors opened, and we squeezed our way through the crowd, walking out with another group of teachers who giggled and head the opposite way down the hall. My room was 8456, and I frowned, studying the sign that let us know which way to go.
“On the left, Gilly. Move,” he demanded, and holy shit, it got mehot.
He yanked my suitcase out of my hands and sped toward the door, his chin jutting to the keycard in my hand. “Get inside that room.”
“Or what?” I fired back, absolutely loving the desperation on his face.
He did not like my answer. He growled, took the key from my hand, opened the door, and pulled me and the bags inside. I barely got a foot in before he slammed his mouth onto mine in a hot, wet,soul-markingkiss.
“Oh,” I said, melting into him as he gripped my waist with two hands and sucked my tongue into his mouth in a filthy, manic move. The scruff on his face burned my skin but in the best way ever. I moaned into his mouth and about cried when he picked me up, wrapped my legs around him, and slammed my back into the wall. It waseverythingI wanted.
“Goddamn, Gilly,” he said, pulling back for a second before he kissed me harder. It was all teeth and tongue and sloppy kisses. I ground into him, making him lose more control as my body flushed with heat. There was no more rigid or uptight Mr. Callahan. This was my version of him, and I loved it.
I could get drunk off Christopher Callahan losing his cool.
He gripped my ass under my dress, kneading his strong fingers into my cheeks, and he moved from my mouth to my jaw, nibbling on the sensitive skin as he trailed his fingers between my thighs.
“Can’t get you out of my damn head, woman,” he muttered, biting on my earlobe as he pushed my panties to the side. “Christ, you’re wet.”
“Have been since last week.”
He slammed his mouth on mine again as he slid a finger inside me, curling up at the end before sliding in another. He let out a deep, sexy sigh that I felt in my core, and he thrust his digits in and out. He wasn’t gentle or smooth—he was rough and moved fast, but each thrust sent a ripple of pleasure through me. It had been months since we were together, and feeling his body heat, the way he looked at me, it felt so damn right. A whimper escaped at how good it felt, and before I could grind against him, he moved us to the bed where he tossed me down. “Strip.”
Oh, bossy Christopher was my favorite.
My body felt more alive than it had in months as I shimmied out of my dress and threw it on the floor. He ripped off his shirt and was undoing his belt as his eyes took me in. His chest puffed out, and his breathing faltered when I undid my bra. His attention felt like a caress as his jaw tightened as he stared at me. His gaze started at my face, moving toward my bare breasts, and he groaned when I parted my thighs for him, the only barrier my thin lace panties. I liked sex, a lot, but this look on his face felt empowering as hell.
“Fuck,” he said, his voice just above a whisper. “Better than I remembered.”
He kicked his discarded pants to the side and hovered over me on the bed, stopping me from removing my panties, and he traced one of my pebbled nipples with his tongue in a slow, torturous circle, before biting down and sucking it into his mouth.
“Oh!” I arched my back, but he pushed me down and pinched my other nipple with his thumb and finger.
He cupped both breasts in his hands, burying his face between them before letting out a deep, satisfied moan. It turned me on to see him struggle, and I brought my hands up toward his shoulders and chest and felt all of him I could.
His muscles tensed, and he covered my body. The only material between us was my lacy black panties, and he cupped my neck before kissing me hard again. Heat prickled along my skin and down my spine when he grabbed his pants, reached into his pocket, and got out a condom.
