“Brock—the doors?—”
“Don’t care.”
“Anyone could see us.”
I pulled back. Her lips were swollen, her hair wild from my hands. She looked like a goddamn dream.
For one stupid second I considered hitting the emergency stop button, but instead, I grabbed her hand and pulled her down the hallway.
Room 214.
I had the key card ready before we even stopped moving. The lock blinked green. I shoved the door open, dragged her inside, and kicked it shut behind us. The blast of cold air from the AC hit my heated skin.
The room was quiet except for our heavy breathing. A full-length mirror on the opposite wall caught our reflection from head to toe. I reached back, yanked my shirt off, and winced as it tugged at my left shoulder.
Her gaze flicked to the bandage, then returned to my face. I saw the same fear she’d had in the alley. I’d almost watched a horse crush her today.
I wasn’t going there. Not now.
“Finally,” I said. “No more fucking interruptions.”
I kissed her again, slower this time, and slid my hand under her tank top. I hooked my thumb under her bra cup and shoved it down, filling my palm with her breast. My thumb brushed over her nipple until it hardened. She arched into me with a shaky moan that went straight to my cock.
I reached for her denim shorts, but she broke the kiss first, gasping for air.
“Slow down.” She had a bossy edge in her voice even now. “You’re hurt. Get on the bed and let me do it.”
A low, rough sound tore out of me. I gripped her hips, spun her, and pinned her chest to the door. My teeth found her earlobe.
“A month of you driving me fucking crazy, and now you want to keep bossing me around? Keep it up, Starlin’, and I’ll bend you over and fuck you until you forget how to speak.”
I popped the button on her shorts and slid my hand inside, rubbing over the soaked fabric between her thighs. She gasped and pushed back against my fingers.
“Maybe I want you to,” she breathed. “Maybe that’s what I’ve been waiting for.”
“Then say it.”
She turned her head, eyes dark. “I want it. I want you to bend me over and fuck me until I can’t talk. Please.”
“That’s what I thought. Turn around.”
She turned to face me, her back hitting the heavy wood of the door, her chest heaving.
I dropped to my knees in front of her and looked up. “You remember in the barn, when you said my job was done after eight seconds?”
I yanked her shorts and underwear down in one rough pull.
“I’ve got all night to prove you wrong.”
Her breath hitched. She stepped out of the cut-offs, and her fingers slid into my hair, twisting in the strands like she needed something to hold on to. She leaned back against the door, already trembling.
I gripped her thigh, hooked her leg over my good shoulder, and pulled her forward. “Ride my face.”
I dragged my tongue over her slowly, groaning when she fisted my hair and yanked. She was already soaked.
I didn’t tease. I sealed my mouth over her and sucked. She cried out above me.
“Oh my god?—”
