I inhale sharply as he nips the top of my ear, biting down gently, and then pulls away. But the damage is already done. That nibble sent a searing-hot line of electricity straight to my clit. No guy has ever done that to me before. I had no idea ears were so erogenous. I’m giddy with lust.
I’m about to wrap my arms around his neck to pull him down for the kiss I was initially expecting, but the elevator doors open with a soft chime and then we’re stepping out into the hallway, hands clasped again as I lead the way to my room.
My heart is in my throat, my breaths coming fast and shallow. If this is what the man does to me after barely using his mouth on my ear, I can’t wait to find out what else he can do.
4
BLAIR
Pullingto a stop outside the door of my suite, I fumble for the key card and tap it against the electronic reader. The light on it blinks red, and I almost yelp in frustration. I try again, my eyes fluttering as Scowl slides my hair away from the back of my neck and drops his lips to my nape. A shiver races down my spine, my toes curling in my sandals. The light on the reader flashes green, and the lock clicks softly.
I push the door open.
He follows me into the suite, his hands sliding down my sides and over my hips to trace my curves. My whole body lights up as he spins me around, and then he kisses me.
And oh. My. God.
His tongue strokes against mine, slow and searching, and my knees instantly go weak.
This isn’t the rushed kiss of a frat boy acting out what he’s seen in porn because he doesn’t know what a woman actually wants. Or the tentative, inexperienced tonguing of a guy without much experience. This is the kind of kiss that blows your mind, that fires up every nerve ending, that sweeps you off your feet. Literally, because now he’s lifting me up and carrying me toward one of the bedrooms.
“Mine’s the other one,” I break away from his lips just long enough to say.
His mouth closes over mine again. God, his tongue. He’s assertive but unhurried, as if he’s showing me exactly what his cock is about to do to me. It’s intoxicating.
A little sigh escapes me as he lays me out on the bed, then steps back. I realize I left the windows open, because I can hear the pounding of the surf from the beach down below, and the warm night breeze ghosting over my skin carries with it the sweet scent of tropical flowers and ocean salt. There’s just enough light coming in from the hotel’s pool area to make this man glow like a god as he pulls his T-shirt off over his head.
“Wow,” I murmur. His six-pack is even better than I imagined.
His lips quirk in amusement and heat rushes up my neck as I realize I just said that out loud. But he must not mind me ogling him, because the deep green of his eyes darkens as his intense gaze rakes down my body and then back up to my lips. The outline of his cock is visible through his shorts, and it makes the ache between my thighs pulse even harder. I’ve never felt so wanted, so desirable.
He drops onto the bed and climbs over me, and then his mouth is on mine again, his kiss deliciously aggressive and crushing now. Hard enough to bruise but sweet with the promise of redemption. Wrapping my thighs around him, I moan as his hips press into me, the ridge of his dick hard against my inner thighs. Threading my fingers into his hair, I push his face gently away, turn my head, and present him with my ear. I’m dying for him to kiss me there again.
“I want you to…”
“I know what you want, baby,” he murmurs.
And then his lips are cruising the curve of my ear, his tongue tracing the outer edge.
“Yes,” I whisper, lifting my hips to meet his and holding myself against his thick bulge.
I turn my head again so he can kiss my other ear. He gently bites the lobe before sucking it into his mouth and groaning softly. The sound does something to me and suddenly I can’t hold back, shamelessly grinding against the monster in his pants, my hands tracing down his back to grip his ass and pull him as close to me as possible. I swear I could come like this.
“Slow down,” he says, sounding amused. “We’ve got all the time in the world.”
“But I want you now,” I tell him breathlessly, trying not to sound like a child begging for candy.
He gives my ear one last nip and then moves his mouth down my neck, kissing over my collarbone and then the tops of my breasts as he works the straps of my dress down. I sit up to unhook my strapless bra, flinging it across the room before I lie back again.
His mouth never leaves my body as he peels the dress off me, sliding it over my hips, my thighs, leaving me in nothing but my white cotton underwear. My breath hitches in my chest as he sits up on his heels to look down at me, his eyes studying every inch of me. Suddenly, I’m insecure about my small breasts, the birthmark over my left hip, the fact that he’s so flawless while I’m just?—
“You’re a goddamned work of art, Sunshine,” he says.
A nervous laugh flies out of me, my palm settling over my pounding heart. “Oh, please. I bet you say that to all the girls.”
Despite my playfulness, his tone is serious. “I don’t.”
I notice his gaze is on my chest, so I move my hand over one breast, squeezing it as he watches me. Another low groan escapes him, the sound making me shiver. The need in his eyes is unmistakable, and I relish the power I have right now.I’mdoing this to him. He’s literally on his knees for me. I circle my tinglingnipple with my fingernail, letting my eyes close as my other hand reaches between my legs. When I squeeze my pussy through the fabric of my underwear, he curses under his breath.
