Chapter 24
twenty-four
. . .
Emilia
I was doing this.
I, Emilia Taylor, was going to let this man do whatever the hell he wanted to me.
I wanted to feel something, even if just for one night.
And I knew that Bridger would make me feel all the things.
The elevator doors opened, and we both stepped on. We hadn’t spoken a word since he’d closed out the check.
Because this was actually happening.
I stood against the wall, with him standing a few feet away.
Watching me.
His gaze moved to my hands, and I glanced down and noticed they were shaking.
Damn it. Could I not play it cool just one time in my life?
I clasped my hands together and tipped my chin up.
“So how does this work? Do we go to your room or mine? Do you have a condom? I don’t carry them, obviously. I wasn’t planning on having sex while I was here. In a foreign land. With you.”
He moved to the panel beside the door and hit a button. The elevator stopped abruptly before he moved toward me, almost predatorily.
He pressed a finger over my lips. “You’re nervous. Stop overthinking it.”
I nodded, my chest pounding so hard and fast I was sure he could hear it.
“I don’t think we’re allowed to stop the elevator,” I whispered. I wasn’t big on breaking rules, and this was definitely not okay.
He pulled his finger back and then leaned down, slowly at first. His lips covered mine. My lips parted, and his tongue slipped inside.
Holy hotness.
His lips were strong yet soft, taking control in every way. His hand slipped behind my neck, dipping my head back so he could take the kiss further. His fingers traced along the back of my neck as he groaned into my mouth.
His tongue slid in and out, tangling with mine, tasting and exploring and driving me completely wild. His knee moved between my legs, and I started grinding up against his thigh.
He pinned me up against the wall, his hand moving to the side of my neck as he pulled back. His eyes on mine as his free hand moved to the waist of my leggings.
“Can I touch you?” he asked, completely catching me off guard.
He was always so in control. I’d already given him the green light. Yet he was still asking for permission.
Considering that I was literally panting and desperate for him to relieve the ache between my thighs, it was an easy question.
I’d never been so desperate for a man to touch me.
Never craved someone like this.
I nodded.
He slipped his hand inside my leggings. “Spread those pretty little thighs for me, angel.”
Angel.
What the actual hell.
What kind of fling was this?
He was saying all the right things.
I did as he instructed, my eyes falling closed when his fingers traced along the lace of my panties.
“Fuck me. You’re soaked,” he growled against my ear before slipping the fabric to the side and sliding along my slick heat.
My breaths were the only audible sound in the elevator, and I tried desperately to slow my breathing, but I couldn’t.
His lips came down over mine once again, just as he slipped a finger inside me. I gasped into his mouth as our tongues tangled.
Desperate and frantic.
And then he slipped a second finger in, and I nearly came undone right there. I started bucking against him, my fingers tugging on his hair.
Wanting more.
Needing more.
As he fucked me with his fingers relentlessly.
His thumb found my clit, and that was all it took.
My head fell back, and he pulled back to look at me with a sexy grin on his face.
“Come for me, angel.”
And that’s exactly what I did. Bright lights exploded behind my eyes, and my entire body shook and trembled as I cried out my release.
He continued pumping in and out of me, letting me ride out every last bit of pleasure.
I realized I was gripping his sweater, and I slowly let go as my breathing started to slow, my chest still moving up and down as he smiled down at me.
“That’s one. Next time it’s going to be on my lips.” He pulled his hand out and slipped his fingers into his mouth, his gray gaze never leaving mine. “Fucking perfect.”
He adjusted my panties and then my leggings, and then he kissed me once more. “You all right?”
“Never better,” I said. I was no longer nervous. I only wanted more.
He hit the button on the elevator, and it started moving.
I’d say my first fling was off to a roaring good start.
He stopped at my door, which was beside his, and turned to look at me.
“Are we continuing in your room?”
Oh. Ohhhhh. He preferred the woman’s room so he could sneak out after.
Yes. I appreciated knowing up front what I was getting into.
I’d never had a romantic relationship that didn’t include any expectations.
I’d been missing out.
This was freeing in the most unexpected way.
This guy didn’t even like me all that much. He was just here to serve one purpose.
To make me feel good.
Hell, the men who’d claimed to be in love with me had never been all that determined to make me feel good.
Hence the no orgasms.
“Yes. We can go to my room, do the dirty deed, and then you can slither back to your man cave, and we’ll pretend it never happened.” I smiled up at him, and he narrowed his gaze as if I was a riddle he couldn’t figure out.
“Are you always this chatty before sex?”
I put my key in the door and pushed inside. “Well, not usually, no. But I’ve also never had an arrangement quite like this. It’s usually more organic.”
I plopped down to sit on the bed and kicked off my shoes. I didn’t even need to keep my heels on or worry about how I positioned myself on the bed. We had already decided to do it. We’d given it an expiration date.
A one a done.
So I didn’t even have to try to impress him.
“‘More organic’? You torture one another for weeks, and then agree to a relationship that clearly doesn’t last, all so you can finally have sex? That’s not organic, angel. That’s just a long, roundabout way of getting to the same place.”
I nodded. He might have been onto something. “Hey, what’s with the nickname? You don’t need to shmooze me—this is happening.”
“I’m not shmoozing you. I don’t shmooze.” He leaned against the wall and crossed his arms over his chest.
“Yet you’re calling me ‘angel’?” I raised a brow and tried to hide my smile.
I liked the nickname.
It was sweet.
Very out of character for him.
“You looked like an angel when you were asleep on the plane.” He shrugged. “All peaceful and happy.”
“What do most people look like when they sleep?”
“I don’t fucking know. I don’t stay long enough to watch them.” He smirked.
“So how does this work. Do I strip down, or do you do it?” I fidgeted with my hands, anxious to get this party started, because he could change his mind at any time. And the teaser I’d enjoyed on the elevator had my body buzzing with excitement.
I wanted this.
I wanted him.
His tongue ran along his bottom lip as he studied me. “I’d like you to stop talking.”
“Well, that’s rude.”
“I don’t think me being rude is news to you.” He moved toward me, eyes hard, lips in a flat line.
He pulled me to my feet, and his hand moved to the back of my head before he leaned down and kissed me hard.
My fingers tangled in his hair as I tugged him closer.
His hands moved to the band of my leggings, and he pulled back to look at me.
His dark gray eyes were practically jet black.
Without giving me a moment to process what he was doing, he dropped to his knees and tugged the fabric down my legs, tapping my foot to lift each one before pulling my panties down my body as well.
Was I even breathing?
My body was on fire, my legs trembling with anticipation.
“Relax,” he said, his voice deep and commanding.
And then he pressed his face into the apex of my thighs, and I gasped.
In one swift move, he had us both on the bed. He was on his back, his large hands gripping each side of my hips and lifting me easily just above his chest.
“I want you to ride my face,” he said, his gaze locking with mine.
“What? No. I could suffocate you.”
“Wouldn’t you like that?” A sexy smile spread across his face.
“Not before I finish,” I said, my voice wobbly, but he chuckled.
“Smother the shit out of me, angel.” He slid me forward so I was literally sitting on his face.
“Oh my God,” I groaned when his lips sealed over me. I leaned back, my hands on each side of his hips as I pressed against him.
He controlled the pace, rocking me back and forth as I groaned, over and over shamelessly.
Nothing had ever felt so good.
Nothing had ever come close.
And that’s when he decided to slip his tongue inside, and a loud gasp escaped me.
My hand shifted, and I grazed along the giant erection behind me.
I couldn’t help myself. I arched even more, glancing over my shoulder to see his tented pants.
I stroked him over the fabric of his slacks, and I’d never been so turned on in my entire life.
Before I knew what was happening, he was gripping my hips and spinning me around before settling me back against his face, but I was turned in the other direction now.
“If you can’t stop staring at it, then you may as well have access,” he said, his voice gruff.
I quickly unbuttoned his pants, desperate to see what was beneath. My hands shook as his tongue slipped back inside me, and I tugged his zipper down, freeing his cock in one swift move.
My eyes nearly bulged out of my head as his long, thick erection bobbed in front of me. I leaned down on instinct, as I’d certainly never given a man a blow job while sitting on his face.
Who needs Rome? Paris is full of surprises.
I leaned down, swirling my tongue around his tip, and his lips sucked and licked quicker now.
I couldn’t think. My entire body tingled as I wrapped my lips around him and took him as deep as I possibly could, all while the building sensation between my legs was becoming overwhelming.
The feel of his lips. His tongue. His fingers.
I wanted to make him feel as good as he was making me feel.
A loud moan escaped him, and it vibrated between my thighs, causing me to move faster.
I could feel him grow harder and longer between my lips.
Bright lights flashed behind my eyelids, and my entire body started to shake. I stayed right there, bobbing my head up and down his thick shaft, before the most powerful sensation moved through me and I rocked against him harder.
Faster.
I shattered on a cry, and he pumped into my mouth one more time before a guttural sound came from behind me and he followed me into oblivion.
He unloaded into my mouth, and normally I would have been appalled, but for whatever reason, it turned me on.
The fact that I’d affected him the way that he affected me.
I swallowed it down while still trying to catch my breath, and he continued to slide his tongue in and out of me, allowing me to ride out every last bit of pleasure.
And that’s exactly what I did.