Chapter 24 #2
Brayden used the key card to gain entry and held the door so she could go ahead of him into the elegant room with a king-size bed, sitting area and marble bathroom.
“This is gorgeous, Brayden,” Maggie said as she took it all in.
“Your dad builds incredible hotels. You’ve probably seen them all.”
Maggie came to him, put her hands on his hips and looked up at him. “This one is special, the best hotel I’ve ever been in because I’m here with you.”
She was so sweet, so adorable, so everything.
Brayden raised his hands to her face and tipped it up to receive his kiss. He could kiss her for hours and never get enough. In fact, that’s exactly what he wanted to do now that they had all night to spend together.
A knock on the door briefly interrupted his plans. “Hold that thought.”
“Holding.”
Brayden went to the door and let in the room service waiter, who’d brought champagne and chocolate. He signed the slip and included a gratuity. “Thanks very much.”
“Have a nice evening, folks.”
He followed the man to the door, closed it and locked it since they were in for the night.
When he turned back to the room, he saw that Maggie had kicked off her shoes and was checking out the view from the window.
From behind her, he put his hands on her shoulders. “What’re you thinking about over here?”
“That I can almost see home from here.”
“I should’ve taken you farther away than Nashville.”
“No, this is perfect.” She leaned back against him. “Thank you for giving me the best reason to take a break.”
“Is this the best reason?”
Turning to face him, she said, “You’re the best reason I’ve ever had.”
“Same.”
As he stared into her stunning blue eyes, he wondered if she felt anywhere near what he did, because if she did… God, he couldn’t even bring himself to hope for that. “How about some champagne?”
“I never say no to champagne.”
He went to pop the cork and filled glasses for both of them. “They also brought chocolate.”
“Yum.”
She drank the champagne and checked out the selection of chocolates. “You want one?”
He put his glass on a table, removed his jacket and folded it over a chair, sat on the bed and kicked off his shoes. “Sure. Pick one for me.”
Maggie stepped between his legs and fed a chocolate to him.
“Mmm, that’s good.”
“Uh-huh.”
They shared her glass of champagne, then dropped the glass to the carpeted floor as they fell back on the bed in a kiss that tasted of chocolate and champagne. Their heads bumped, and they laughed and then kissed some more while tugging at clothes.
“How in the hell do I get this thing off you?” he asked, frustrated by the jumpsuit.
“I gotta stand up.”
Brayden let her up, and when he tried to help with buttons, she pushed his hands away. He groaned dramatically, which made her laugh.
“Get that shirt off,” she said. “And the pants can go, too. You won’t be needing them for a while.”
Brayden’s fingers were like thumbs as he tried to hurry.
All day, he’d been looking forward to right now, when they’d have hours alone to spend together.
In bed. Naked. That couldn’t happen fast enough for him as he pulled a strip of condoms from his pocket, tossed them on the bed, kicked off his pants and underwear, nearly falling over in his haste.
Maggie covered her mouth, but her eyes danced with laughter.
“It’s not funny.”
“It is funny.”
He sat on the bed, crooked his finger at her, and she stepped into the space between his legs. “You forgot a few things,” he said, using his chin to point to the bra and panties she’d left on. “You want some help with that?”
“Sure.” She turned away from him, and that was when he saw that she was wearing a thong.
He sucked in a sharp breath at the sight of black fabric disappearing between supple cheeks. “Maggie…”
“Hmm?”
“Are you trying to stop my heart?”
“Nope.”
He cupped and squeezed her cheeks. “Well, you just about did.”
“I couldn’t have panty lines.”
“I agree entirely. Panty lines are the devil.”
Brayden loved to make her laugh. He unhooked her black bra and slid the straps down over her arms until the garment fell to the floor.
Maggie started to turn around, but he stopped her.
“Hang on a minute.” He stood, pushed his cock into the softness between her cheeks and reached around to cup her breasts and tease her nipples.
She pressed back against him and made him see stars.
Christ have mercy, he wanted her like he’d never wanted anything or anyone—ever.
This kind of desire was all new to him, something he’d heard about happening to other people, but he’d never experienced it until he met Maggie and suddenly understood.
He’d basically blown off most of a Key West vacation so he could talk to her, and if that wasn’t a sign that his life had taken an unexpected turn, he didn’t know what was.
He kissed the back of her neck and caressed her breasts until her legs were trembling. Locking one arm around her ribs, he flattened the other hand over her belly, sliding it down between her legs.
Gasping, she leaned into him as he played with her through the silk of her panties.
He worked on her until she was breathing hard and moving with him, and then he retreated, pushed his hand inside her panties and finished her off in two strokes.
He slid the panties down her legs and held her while she stepped out of them.
As she turned to face him, he grabbed a condom and rolled it on.
He guided her onto his lap so she straddled him, her arms curled around his neck and her breasts pressed to his chest. “Is this okay?”
She nodded, lifted herself up and took him in, coming down on him slowly until he was fully buried in her.
His hands cupped her bottom and held on as she set the pace, forcing him to follow her lead. He was more than happy to follow her anywhere she wanted to take him.