“Yes,” I said, not wanting to stop kissing him. Kissing him was better than anything I’d ever done, and I wanted more of it. His rough whiskers, his greedy tongue, the clash of his teeth. “God, I need you inside me, Christopher.”
He grinned wide as he sheathed the condom on, yanked my panties off my legs, and stared at my thighs spread wide. “I could just eat you all night.”
“Later.”
He growled again and pulled me down to the edge of the bed so my legs went up onto his shoulders and his hand rested just above my clit. He massaged the swollen nerve with his thumb as he thrust into me. I squirmed in a delicious, painfully hot way. I was so needy. My pulse pounded between my legs, and the release I craved was so close.
Christopher started slow with careful, patient thrusts of his dick into me. I got used to him after a few strokes, and he picked up the pace—not just with his thrusts, but with his fingers giving me the right pressure.
We weren’t kissing. Just watching.
His greedy eyes focused with a fascinated haze as he pumped into me, my bare pussy on display for him, and I watched him study me. It was the hottest thing ever, to see him be so captivated by us having sex, and the orgasm got closer. He held on to me tight, like he too wanted this to last as long as possible, and I knew one time wouldn’t be enough. I wanted to lick every line and ridge on his defined chest, taste his skin, and drive him wild.
My skin tingled, and my muscles clenched as I watched him. “More, please,” I begged, arching my hips to get the pressure just right, and he snapped.
Christopher held on to my waist with one hand, massaged my clit with the other, and fucked mehard.It was rough and sweaty. Slapping skin and grunts and whines. I gripped the bedsheets on either side of me as the pleasure exploded in white-hot bursts at the base of my spine, sinking into my veins like a drug.
“Yes, oh my God,” I cried out, tightening around him as his legs stiffened.
“Gilly, God.” He held on to my waist, his two large hands splayed over my stomach as he bit down on his lip and let out the sexiest, longest groan as he came. He panted, his gorgeous chest heaving as he pulled out and fell on the bed next to me. “So damn good,” he said, his breathing coming out heavy and his face full of soft angles and an easy smile.
“Agreed.”
“I swear, that wasn’t my intent. You kept chewing on that damn lip in the elevator and…”
“I’ve been thinking about this since the car last week, Callahan,” I said, rolling to my side and smiling at him as a deeply satisfying sigh escaped my chest. This was the distraction I needed. The touching and kissing and orgasm.
His eyes flared, and he studied his bags inside the door. “I’m not saying it’s the best idea, but we could do this all weekend?”
“You inviting yourself to stay in my hotel room?”
“Absolutely.” He grinned again, pushing up onto his side and running his hand from my neck all the way to my hip. “Learning and bickering with you all day, then coming back here at night.”
My stomach swooped at sharing a room with him all weekend. It would be intimate and erase any chance of us going back to being just colleagues. Maybe it was the way he stared at me, like I mattered to him, or how I felt safe with him. Or maybe I was selfish and convinced myself this was an escape from the mess with Samantha. Or maybe…it was because I knew I had feelings for him, and if this was the only time I got with him, I was going to enjoy every sexy second of it.
I nodded. “Yeah, I’m in.”
Chapter Seventeen
There wassomething electric in the air as Christopher and I navigated our way through the vendor section of the conference. So many tables, smiles, and free stuff. It was a weakness. Free pens, stress balls, key chains, and stickers. There was a competition going on—if you could get yourconference passportstamped by visiting all the vendors, you could enter it for a new iPad.
Christopher was not into it at first, but once I made a bet with him, it was game on.
“I can’t believe you talked me into this crap,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck as we approached a table all about cybersecurity. We had no say in purchasing anything like that for our school, but we needed their stamp. “I hate small talk.”
“It’ll be worth it though,” I said, winking at the end and getting a warm thrill up my body when his gaze heated. His jaw tightened, and his gaze moved to my mouth before he gave a resigned nod. All the bickering made the sex explosive, and we had the entire weekend together. I was beyond excited.
His grumpy sigh made me giggle, and we moved on to three tables where we chatted up the vendor and asked for the stamp. Christopher’s posture rivaled a steel pole, but he did it anyway, and I liked him even more. My uptight, adorable buddy teacher was talking to a vendor named Kirk about the Chicago weather. There was nothing sexy or remotely admirable about it, but seeing him try made my chest twist with emotion.
“Why’re you looking at me like that?” he asked as we moved to another table.
“Oh, no reason. You’re just cute.” I shrugged and pursed my lips, moving my attention to a stack of books all about flexible seating and implementing technology with young students. Heather Smith talked about how to not shy away from introducing technology in an authentic way to promote twenty-first-century learning, and disappointment weighed me down as I picked up the paperback book and eyed the price. Thirty dollars.
Before I made the challenge with myself, I would’ve bought a copy for my entire team and told them I won a raffle. The fact I couldn’t, even though I had the money in an account, ate at me. God, I hated that I’d handed over all my credit cards to Grace so I wouldn’t be tempted.
Like right now.
My fingers twitched along the book, and the urge to just fold, to do it, had my heart rate speed up. I followed Heather Smith, a flexible-seating guru, on all social media, watched her YouTube speeches, and had her book in my hands. But Grace’s and Fritz’s words repeated in my mind.
