“You too. See you in the morning before we go back to regular life. Ugh.” My brother swayed to the side.
I laughed as I walked away, glancing over my shoulder at Hayden, who stood with his hands in his pockets. Winking, I strutted back toward my hotel room with the hope he’d show up soon. I didn’t care what he said, just that he was as desperate as I was for this to happen.
He didn’t take long. I barely got into my room with my shoes off before a knock sounded on the door.
“Charlotte, I swear to—”
“Hi.” I swung it open, smiling at the man of my dreams looking at me like I was a snack. He didn’t say another word before he kicked the door shut and picked me up. I wrapped my legs around him, kissed his neck, and squealed when he tossed me on the bed.
“Naked. I need you naked.” He tugged his sweater off, along with his shoes and socks, and then had his pants down before I even removed my shirt.
“How the hell did you strip that fast?” I laughed as I threw my shirt on the floor; the bra followed. He gently shoved my hands out of the way, and he slid my jeans and underwear down my body.
“I’m motivated and desperate. Lethal combination.”
He stood in front of me, chest gleaming as I ran a finger down him. He trembled as I touched him. He was so thick and strong, and a light dusting of hair greeted me.
“I’ve wanted to lick you,” I whispered, moving toward the edge of the bed to get a closer look at him. He always felt off-limits. “Can I?”
“Then do it.” His voice was hoarse, gravelly. “Put that wicked tongue on me.”
“Then be a good boy and sit on the bed.”
His nostrils flared as he switched spots with me. He wore only black boxer shorts, and I was totally naked. Despite just crossing a line with him, I felt more comfortable in my skin than I ever had before. He made me feel and believe I was sexy.
I grinned up at him and leaned forward, dragging my tongue over his pecs. He tasted salty. His muscles tensed, like he was seconds away from bursting. I liked this. He always seemed so unattainable, so far out of reach, the fact that I had him right in front of me had me feeling sorta high.
I never tried drugs because I was focused on sports, but man, this rush… I understood it. I could live in this headspace and die happy. “Hayden,” I moaned, flattening my tongue along his collarbone.
I bit his neck, and he shuddered. It made me feel drunk. Powerful. In charge. I made this gorgeous, perfect man tremble? “I like making you weak in the knees for me.”
He chuckled, the sound deep and glorious as he ran his hand down my bare back. He dug in his fingers just above my ass. The pressure caused me to fall into him, and I used the contact to feel his hard muscles, defined from hours in the gym. Sharp angles, grit, and toughness. Hayden worked for everything in his life, his toned body included.
“Turn around,” I demanded, my eyes already fluttering from his touch on my back.
“What?” He lifted his head, his eyes clouded with lust.
“I’ve fantasized about you like this for years. I want my look.”
His lips twitched. “Years?”
“Yes.” I had no shame. His tongue had been inside me, so we were past the point of embarrassment. “Strip and turn.”
He swallowed and stared at me hard as he pushed his boxers down. “Tell me what else you fantasized about then.”
I whimpered. I couldn’t tell what way was up or down, what day it was, what month, year, or state I was in. He slid the last piece of clothing off, standing completely naked in front of me. His cock stood on end, thick and perfect.
I hadn’t been with many guys, but Hayden’s dick was glorious. I couldn’t even speak. I had to touch him. Feel his length, how hard he was. Would he lean into my touch? Would his cock grow heavy? I fisted him, and he barked out a cuss. “You like this?”
“You have no idea.”
I pumped him, licking my lips as I forgot my original plan to taste him from head to toe. Instead, I lowered myself and took him in my mouth. I didn’t want to miss my chance to have Hayden come undone.
“Holy shit, baby.” He cradled my head, stumbling back a step. “Your mouth is killing me.”
“Mm,” I hummed, taking him as deep as I could. His salty taste and intoxicating smell overwhelmed me. Each sound he made was a bolt of lust to my gut.
He jolted. His muscles tensed. He dug his fingers into my hair, growling deep in his chest. “Fuck.Fuck.” His grip tightened, and he stopped me. “No, I’m not coming in your mouth.”
