I watch Tiana check her phone. Her lips twist into a half-smile. She types in her reply.
“Your room,” Nikki says softly. “Okay?”
My tongue is too big in my mouth for me to speak, so I nod.
“What’s your room number?” she prompts me gently.
“Uh.” I don’t even know my fucking name right now. I rub the back of my head.Think, man.“Twelve oh eight.”
She sends another message. I meet Tiana’s eyes again and she raises her eyebrows at me. I dip my head to her in understanding. In a promise. Nikki will be safe with me.
“Okay, let’s go.” Nikki sets her empty glass on a table and I add mine, then settle my hand on the small of her back to usher her out of the room. I don’t check to see if anyone sees us leave together. If they do, they’ll think we’re going to dance.
We are definitely going to dance. The devil’s dance. Mattress dance. Do the horizontal mambo. I chuckle.
Nikki slides me a look as we leave the club. “What’s so funny?”
I swipe a hand over my face. “Nothing.”
She looks skeptical, but hand in hand we run up the carpeted stairs to the lobby level. We skirt all the slot machines in the center to make our way to the elevators to my room, moving quickly so as to avoid fans and paparazzi. (Hers, not mine, Jesus.)
“I’m not in a swanky sky suite,” I murmur as we wait for the elevator. Nikki turns away from the other people there and I move in closer to shield her from scrutiny. When a car arrives, it’s only going to our floor and I want to pump a fist as we walk into it alone.
We regard each other without saying a word as the elevator rises to my floor, heat building around us. It feels like the elevator is shooting up faster than a Zdeno Chara slap shot the way my stomach pitches. I observe Nikki as she gazes at me, her face flushed, eyes sparkling, lips parted. Jesus. My dick thickens with need. Am I going to make it to my room?
I lead the way to my room and let us in. I left a lamp on earlier, glowing in the room beyond the small foyer just inside the door. A couple of closets and a small counter with a mirror behind it line the wall on our left. I drop my key card there as I move toward Nikki and back her up against one of the closet doors.
I circle a hand around her wrists and lift them over her head, pinning them there so I can brush her hair back then lift her chin so she’s looking up at me. My hips push forward, pressing into her. Her amber eyes have darkened, pupils enlarged.
“I’ve been thinking about this mouth constantly since last night,” I breathe and then I lower my head and kiss her.
She moans, an erotic and rewarding noise as I pin her to the wall, my mouth moving on hers. She grabs hold of my suit jacket and pulls me closer, kissing me back, mouth open, tongue sliding against mine. My erection presses into her softness. I’m vibrating with need and I have to restrain myself from aggressively tearing off her clothes and ramming into her. I drag my mouth over her soft cheek to her hair, her ear, then slide my tongue down the side of her neck.
She shivers against me.
I skate my hands up the smooth skin of her thighs and under the short skirt. She’s so much smaller than me, so I cup her ass cheeks and lift her higher against the door, still kissing her. I swallow her gasp and she raises her legs to my hips and grabs my neck. Now my cock is shoved into her pussy, her panties and my clothes separating us. The way she moves against me tells me what she needs.
I need it, too.Christ.
“Do it,” I mutter. “Rub yourself against me.”
We both grind and rock into each other, mouths devouring each other, and it’s only a minute until Nikki shudders against me, her nails digging into my neck beneath the collar of my shirt, her breath stuttering, soft noises escaping her mouth.
I should stop. I should stop. I’m gonna come in my pants. But I’m beyond stopping, overcome, driven in an urgent, inexorable quest. “Fuuuuuck.” It explodes in my groin, flashes up my spine and through my chest. My balls squeeze and I come in jerking pulses, the wetness spreading. I let out a low groan.
Nikki softens against me. My forehead lands on the closet door, and both our chests are heaving.
“I can’t… did that just happen?” she murmurs.
All I can do is grunt. My legs have turned to the consistency of peanut butter. I hoist Nikki higher and stagger over to the bed to gently deposit her there then fall down onto my back beside her. “Holy shit.”
We lie there for long moments, my heart-rate gradually slowing.
Nikki’s quiet. I roll my head to peer at her. She meets my eyes, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip. She looks anxious.
“What?” I roll onto my side. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah. I’m just…” She stops, her eyes touring over my face.
