“Did you enjoy your first wine tasting?” I asked, my hand coming up to cradle her cheek, a moment of softness as I held myself back from pressing the emergency stop on the elevator.
A few more minutes, hold out for a few more minutes.She leaned into the touch, her skin warm against my palm. “Yes...” she whispered, her voice hardly audible, her gaze flicking to my lips before meeting my eyes again. “But something tells me my evening is about to get even better.”
Heat pooled low in my stomach, intensifying as the elevator chimed, announcing our floor. The doors slid open, and without hesitation, I took her hand, leading her down the empty hall.
“Eager much?” Chloe laughed, the sound rich and carefree, echoing softly in the corridor.
I glanced over my shoulder, catching sight of her mussed hair, the misplaced clips from our moment in the elevator.
“Mine’s closer,” I said with a grin. “And probably tidier. I imagine yours is a disaster.”
“You know me so well.”
My key card was already in my hand by the time we reached the door. Chloe’s hands snaked around my waist, distracting me from my one job. Her fingers knotted in my skirt, inching my dress up my legs.
Dangerous. Given how all it could take was one person to step out of their room, and they’d find Chloe Murphy’s hands up my skirt.
She discovered the thigh-high slit, her soft touch reaching skin. I shivered, almost missing the lock light turning green.
We fell inside, the door slamming shut behind us. I didn’t even make it to the light switch, instead turning around, pushing her back against the door. My lips met hers, my hands exploring her, pulling at the clothing I was desperate to remove. She moaned against me as I pushed hard against her, the sound reverberating into my chest.
More.
She felt like a fucking dream. Her tongue slipped against my lips, deepening the kiss as her hands pulled at my head, lacing through my hair. She felt so good, so irresistible to touch.
Slowly, my hand moved up, gently brushing against her breast. My finger ran against her peaked nipple, my mouth leaving hers to leave a trail of kisses along her bare collarbone. Her head rested back on the door, heavy, needy breaths leaving her, her chest rising and falling deeply.
Watching her like this, knowing it was all for me, that she reacted this way under my touch, felt like nothing I’d experienced before. This feeling, the connection.
Her hands pulled at my dress as if trying to rid me of it but she had spent all night teasing me, and now I wanted revenge.
“Are you okay?” I managed as I pulled her deeper into the room, my hands on her hips, keeping her close.
“More than.” She smiled sweetly, her eyes meeting mine. I took a second to enjoy it, before, with a slight lift at her waist, I tossed her backwards onto the bed. She squealed as she hit the mattress, hair and limbs sprawled out, but still she looked fucking perfect.
I crawled on top of her, kissing my way up her body. “You’ll tell me if that changes?” I pressed my lips to her again, unable to cope without contact. I felt like I’d been starved.
“Only if you do the same,” she said between kisses. I nodded against her, trailing down to her bare neck. I licked and sucked at her throat, exacting my revenge.
“You better not be doing what I think you are,” she managed between needy little gasps.
I suffocated my grin, sucking harder, feeling as her body writhed under my weight. How did one person feel so good? “Do you know how hard it was to cover up the hickey after the airport?”
“I could still make it out on court when we practiced,” she admitted. I kissed down her collarbone, trailing slowly to savor every inch of her.
“Did that make it hard for you to concentrate?” I murmured, reaching the edge of her top. “Seeing the mark you left on me?”
“Yes.” The word left on a gasp as I pulled at her top with my teeth, testing both its and my own limits. “But I still won.”
“Take this off.” I sat up, my hands pulling at the hem of her top. “And I’d say it was a tie.”
“Not if you were counting right,” Chloe argued, holding my gaze as she peeled the material over her head, revealing the sculpted, perfect length of her torso. Every sports bra I’d caught sight of her in, every bikini had shown so much and never enough, always leaving me wanting more.
And now with her half naked underneath me, I felt like burning all her clothes so she’d never be able to get dressed again. Dipping back down, my mouth returned to the base of her neck, her back arching up to meet my touch. She was so eager, so wild, her hands pulling at my hair, guiding me where she wanted to feel me. It only drove me further, enjoying how she used me.
“Are we really going to argue about this now?” I asked. “Because there are better uses for my mouth.”
She smiled devilishly. “You were right. It was a tie.”
