“Do it,” he says, picking up the pace of his tongue and finger while I rock back and forth. I moan so loud, I’m almost certain the entire hotel could hear it, but I don’t cover my mouth to soften the sounds—I let them run free.
Stars float behind my eyelids, my body shuddering, chest rising and falling heavily as I try to catch my breath while remaining positioned over his face.
The moment leading up to this; I felt sexy.
But now, I just feel vulnerable and desperate to be clothed.
Slowly and awkwardly, I lift one leg over and away from his head, careful to not touch any part of him before I fetch for something to cover myself up. I need a plan of escape. Because thatoneorgasm alone will tide me over for the foreseeable future.
“What do you think you’re doing, Snow?” He watches me carefully, his arm bent behind his head as I pick up what’s left of my dress. I groan when I realize the state of it.
Ripped down the middle, and utterly destroyed.
I cannot roam the busy streets of L.A. inthis.
“Looking for something to wear so I can leave,” I tell him honestly, refusing to make eye contact. I’ll cave the moment I do. He’s the love of my life for the night. I don’t need for him to be the love of my life for the morning, too.
“Did you have twelve orgasms?” He asks me as I find a shirt of his, holding it up to cover myself.
“No,” I admit with the slight shake of my head, biting the insides of my cheek. I feel the heat behind them rising.
“Then we are not finished.” He rises to his knees, the white sheet clinging to his tanned skin around his waist when he holds a hand out for me.
I hesitate.
But only for a millisecond before I throw his shirt down onto the ground and make my way back up to the bed to join him.
He kept to his word.
Actually, that’s a lie. He promised me twelve orgasms, but he delivered on fourteen. We spent the entire night kissing every inch and tracing every part of each other’s bodies. He fucked me mercilessly from behind and on top, and I rode him until the sun came up, until I couldn’t physically handle feeling him stretch and fill me any longer.
My alarm blares through the speaker of my almost dead phone, and I jolt up from what feels like thirty minutes of slumber. When I check the time, I know it’s only been fifteen.
“What sort of alarm is that?” He groans, one arm splayed across his eyes to block out the light, the other with a gentle grip on my left breast.
Before we dozed off, he promised to go again, and I would if I didn’t have somewhere to be.
“The only kind that wakes me,” I say in a hurry, a smile slapped across my face. As I reach for my phone to check the time, my grin immediately fades.
“Fuck!” I shout. He quickly sits up, disoriented on practically zero sleep, and no doubt dehydrated because of the sheer amount of fluids that left his body over the last twelve hours. “I have to go. Last night was fun. See you…probably never. The sex was great. Bye,” I ramble as I throw on the shirt he was wearing, cursing myself for the lack of buttons.
I reach for my clutch, and run out of his hotel room door without another word.
Chapter five
Jenna
I’m already cutting itclose. My flight for Grangewood Creek leaves in less than an hour, and of course I fumble with my keys in front of my apartment door.
Why is it always this difficult to find the hole when you have somewhere to be?
I sigh a heavy breath when I manage to crack the door open, slamming it shut once I’m completely inside.
Thankfully, I prepacked everything I needed to take with me for my best friend’s wedding, so all I have to do is take off this guy’s shirt, slip into some comfy travel clothes, collect my overnight bag, charger, and toothbrush, and leave.
Slipping my heels off, I groan at the relief. Barely walking two footsteps along my hardwood floor, I know something is off.
I smell her before I see her.
