“Nah, I just…” I reached into the nightstand and grabbed a condom. I was so close. It was a wonder I didn’t come in my own bloody hand before getting it on.
But the promise of what was awaiting me if I held on to my load got me through.
“Time to make a dream come true.”
I waggled my eyebrows at Kayla before hauling her into a kneeling position over the erection I could barely contain.
Pulling the crotch of her pink underwear aside with one hand, I guided her hips down with the other. Our combined moan filled the room when I sat her down on my erection.
Then I unhooked her bra, tossed it aside, and we were off to the races.
I leaned back, and Kayla let out a sweet groan as she began moving on top of me while I started pistoning into her from below.
After that, all I had to do was reach up to make the rest of my dream come true. I massaged her glorious breasts in my large hands as the slap of our bodies joining together became the only sound in the room.
This was just like the dream. Better, actually.
We moved in synchronous motion, Kayla leaned forward with her hands grasped over mine as she met my every thrust with a roll of her sweet hips.
I was a lion. And she was a mouse. But we were magic together as we sought out an unnamable thing in each other.
We were perfect. Just perfect.
Up to and including when we came at the same time. Her with a happy cry, and me with an urgent groan. Both my hands fell to her waist, pulling her hips tight into mine.
Only then did I close my eyes, convulsing into her and shuddering to a conclusion with my hands viced around her soft, beautiful body.
“Did that help with your Eiffel Tower problem?”
She laughed after collapsing onto my chest in a happy heap.
She was joking. But the joke was on her, wadn’t it? I could already feel meself growing harder inside her. “Gotta feelin’ I’m going to be needin’ your help again in a few more minutes.”
“Tribute!” she volunteered.
Even I’d read just enough to know that was aHunger Gamesjoke.
But then she composed her face to regard me with a stern look. “Listen, I’m totally willing to help you, but first you’ve got to give me back my big suitcase. Seriously, I had to buy this hoodie this morning, and now I’m all out of underwear!”
Christ, this woman was somehow even cuter and sexier when she pouted.
“We’ll see…” I let out an evil chuckle and flipped us over so that I was back on top. “First, you’ve gotta earn it…”
CHAPTER10
Kayla
Apparently,I did an adequate job during our second round of morning sex.
Not only did Mick (ignoring my many protests) order breakfast from room service after the croissants I’d bought got cold, but he also finally had my big suitcase brought up to the suite.
However, the suitcase was currently still sitting outside the bathroom’s open door.
Lonely and unopened.
And I was currently feeling the exact opposite of that.
I mean, I was extremely happy and all the way cracked open after two rounds of morning sex.
