Lydia
We tugged dry clothes over our wet legs, and I giggled when Ren hopped around on one foot, wrestling his jeans back on.
‘Turn around,’ he laughed, breathless.‘This is not part of the sexy show I promised.’
‘I like seeing behind the scenes,’ I shot back, grinning.The comment earned me a playful pinch on my bum.
Once we were dressed enough not to give the other guests a heart attack, we hurried back towards the hotel, Ren’s hand squeezing mine.A giggle bubbled up in my throat.Something about it felt stupidly exhilarating – childish, reckless.Like sneaking out when we were grounded, as if we were getting away with something we shouldn’t.We slipped down the path, under the canopy, past door after door, my pulse beating in my ears.Ren grinned as we headed towards his room.
I’d decided, after the call with Niall – and after saying every messy thing I’d kept locked up – that I was done waiting.I was done holding back from him.
We came to a stop outside Room 401, Ren’s room.And he turned to me, suddenly looking like a younger, more unsure version of himself.A version I’d seen years before.I pushed away a wet strand of his hair, and he leaned into my palm.
He started, voice low, careful.‘I know I said all of that in the loch.But it’s a big day tomorrow, so I understand if—’
I ran my hand along his jaw, fingers trailing over the stubble before gripping it firmly, tilting his face towards mine.The way his breath hitched sent a thrill through me.I had his full attention.
Good.
I let my thumb brush over his bottom lip, teasing, before leaning in to whisper, ‘I’m done waiting, Lawrence.So tell me.Are you going to let me go back to my room, where I can take care of myself, or are you going to invite me in and fuck me senseless, like you promised?’
Ren’s breath hitched, his eyes darkening as they flicked to my lips.
I turned, as if I was going to walk away.‘Or the pub at the hotel is busy, so I’m sure I could find someone to help me out—’
Ren was on me in an instant, pressing me against the wall.‘You don’t need to look for someone else to solve a problem I created, Lydia,’ Ren whispered and I shivered.‘I can take care of the ache.What would happen if I touched your pussy right now?Right out here where anyone could see us.Would I find you wet for me?’
‘Ren—’ I smiled, sounding breathy.
I loved that I could get a rise out of him like this.Our friendship had been light and fun.But this felt charged and competitive.As if we both wanted to make the other suffer with ache.
‘Yeah, I bet I’d find you soaking for me.I bet I’d only need a few touches to get you there.’ He kissed my throat and whispered into my skin, ‘God, you are so fucking sexy.’
I took the keys out of his hands and opened the door, stepping inside, the heat of Ren’s body following me.The room was dark, but I could see a small double bed, then another door leading to an en suite.Blue and yellow tartan accents were littered on the cushions and curtains.It was homey and lived in.As soon as Ren shut the door and locked it, I reached for the hem of my pink long-sleeved T-shirt and peeled it off, letting it drop to the floor.I still wore my underwear, a white bra and thong, but the air hit my skin anyway, cool against the warmth of the room, against the heat of his gaze.
And even though he had already seen me completely naked this evening, that didn’t stop Ren’s eyes dragging over me, slowly, lingering on my breasts, still a little damp from the loch.He was memorising every inch.
His throat bobbed.‘God, you’re perfect.’
I stepped closer, feeling the heat roll off him.I tilted my chin up to meet his dark brown eyes.
‘Then don’t waste any more time.’
Then he was on me.
His hand in my hair, his lips on mine, firm at first, then softening as his tongue grazed my lower lip, making my stomach flip over.I wrapped his T-shirt in my fist, pulling him towards me until the back of my thighs hit the edge of the bed.Ren didn’t push me on to it yet.No, he took his time kissing his way down my neck, giving a light bite to my collarbone, and lower.I arched as his tongue swirled on the edge of my breast, agonisingly teasing, which was so Ren.
I went to lie on the bed behind me, but he stopped me with a hand around my waist.
‘Ah, ah.’ He clicked his tongue.‘When I want you on the bed, you’ll be there.Laid out for me.Like my perfect feast.’
‘Ren,’ I groaned.‘Too slow.’
‘It’s been two years since I’ve had you all to myself.’ He smiled, a glint in his eyes that told me he would make me suffer in the most delicious way.‘I can wait a little longer.Can you?’
He gently pulled the strap to my bra, kissing the little red mark it left and then lower and lower.He pulled the bra down, but instead of licking, biting, and kissing, he blew a puff of air, making me wriggle.
‘Ren,’ I moaned.
