He looks away. "We need to go," he says, followed by a rough noise in his throat that nestles inside my aching pussy. Letting go of my hair, he grabs my wrist and pulls me out of the booth behind him. "We can talk about this back at the hotel."
I let him lead me…and God, it feels so amazing.
So right.
Chapter forty-six
Make Love To Me
Iholdhercloseas we make the short ride back to the resort in silence, the sexual tension between the two of us palpable. Our fingers are entwined, and every now and then Ibring her hand up to kiss her soft skin, letting my lips linger against the pulse of her wrist. It flutters fast. I relate. Desire hums just below the surface of my skin, thrumming through my blood, and making me hyper aware of every little fidget and move she makes.
I help her out of the car, settling my palm against the curve of her lower back, and the quietness continues as we make the short journey to our room. We're scared to talk.
To break this new, fragile bit of possibility between us.
When we exit the elevator and into the hallway, she stares up at me with such a look of longing that it takes what's left of my breath away.“God, baby. Me too,”I murmur quietly.
Forced painfully face-to-face with my values, I'm at war with myself.
Tamping down the desires of my body is proving harder and harder, but I find myself weakening. Everything about Sarah chips away at my stoic resolve, leaving me emotionally and mentally floundering. My heart pounds as I pull her to the room with a hand around her wrist. Jamming the keycard in the door, I begin to pray, hearing her pant softly next to me.
I stiffen when she presses herself into my arm, and her breasts nestle softly against me.
God, just please give me the fucking strength. She's not ready. Not emotionally, not physically, not mentally... She's drunk, and she's still hurt.
I grind my teeth, ashamed to admit that I'm slightly upset as I push the door open. Keeping her facing me, I back her into the room, my eyes lock hard on hers, and I know without having to look at a mirror just how icy my gaze must look. The source of my torment is actively throwing herself at me, and I'll be denying us both out of a sense of honor.
Is it maybe misplaced?
The moment I close the door, she flings herself into my chest. I grab her to me hard. Just as desperate as she is. Her leg lifts to wrap around my hip, and I grunt in surprise as she wraps herself around me in a tight hold.
I break the silence between us first. "Slow down, love," I say quietly, wanting to ease her urgency.
"No," she says breathlessly, pressing even harder."No, I don't want to go slow."Her voice quivers. "I'm burning up for you."
My eyes narrow. "Whatever you're thinking, baby, just know our first timewon'tbe fast."
She gasps, her eyes widening.
Taking a couple steps deeper into the room, I break, putting an arm under the fleshy curve of her ass, and haul her higher until her legs wrap around my waist; I feel her heels digging into my lower back. My cock jerks with arousal so acute it might as well be pain. Fuck, her core is so warm nestled against my abdomen, almost like she's not wearing panties. Closing my eyes, I bite the inside of my cheek hard when I get a hint of her desire, and my mouth waters.
"Kiss me.Now,"I plead, not even ashamed for her to know how badly I want her mouth on me. So desperate for a taste of her that I'm currently cemented to the floor in the middle of the little foyer, unable to move.
Sarah makes this small sound in her throat before slanting her lips onto mine and wrapping her arms around my neck, one hand sinking into my hair. At the feel of her lips rubbing over mine, I groan, needing to go deeper. To truly taste her. Feeling her nails scratching my scalp gently, I tilt my own head, licking into her mouth and searching deeper.
Goddammit, her flavor is amazing.
"You're heaven," I whisper, my tongue slicking along hers. Though there's so much passion, I can sense her hesitancy and naivety in the way she kisses. My cock throbs so painfully thatI slide my hands under her dress and into her panties, palming her ass. I give her a grind, trying to find a little relief. At her sharp moan, I pull back enough to speak."Give me your tongue when I kiss you."
Her eyes dilate at the rough command, but her lashes lower, and her cheeks blush a deep crimson.
Leaning forward, I lick the plump flesh of her bottom lip. My body heats with an uncomfortable layer of perspiration when I feel her entire body shiver. I seal my mouth over hers and part her lips firmly, touching the tip of my tongue to hers, then waiting patiently.
But she doesn't make me wait for long; her tongue touches mine back, and I begin to rock us as I suck her into my mouth.
Tilting my head, I groan miserably as Sarah overtakes my senses. Feeling her soft lips moving against mine gently, my mind races as something substantial shifts inside me, something crucial that I know has never been touched or moved before. The closest I think I've ever felt to this was when Tyler was born.
"Make love to me," Sarah mumbles against my lips. Instead of shying away at this point like I normally do when a woman asks me to fuck, my need becomes even deeper. More enhanced. Making my entire body flush hot with an unbearably intense arousal. Before I can answer, she moves fast, putting a hand to her side and struggling to unzip her dress."Alex, help me."
