Chapter 14
FOURTEEN
FEVERED
Taylor
I drove to the hotel in a fevered state, nearly taking a roundabout in the wrong direction, though I’d driven fine for hours while I’d been the only one conscious in the car. William silently pointed out La Sagra stadium—the location of tonight’s gig—as we passed, but we didn’t speak.
Too keyed up.
Too in need.
The very air in the car charged with sex electrons.
Then, after ten or more hours on the road, the long hotel building appeared.
Finally. Leaving the car poorly parked in an alley bay, we snatched our bags, checked in as fast as humanly possible, grabbed the key to our courtyard room, in an old monastery of all places, and were falling through the heavy wooden door.
And oh GOD did we need this.
The second the lock clicked into place, William’s hands were in my clothes, just as I struggled to wrench open his jeans.
Our kisses hurt where we clashed, but our laughs followed.
The room had its own bathroom, thank the heavens, and I pawed at my Highlander before yanking my dress over my head and half falling in my rush to get naked. “Shower.”
“No time.” He dropped to the cold tiled floor, taking me with him.
I landed on his chest in just my underwear and burst out with a giggle. “This is your fantasy?”
He’d described almost this scene, but at his crofthouse.
William rolled us, careful even in his urgency. He reared over me, the Devil in his eyes. “Yep. Hands up, hold the doorframe. We’re doing this hard and fast, then we’re going to spend the rest of the day doing it slow and easy.”
I clenched, empty, needing him to fill me. Doing his bidding, I found the wooden door surround then gasped as he unhooked my bra with one swift move then tossed it behind him.
For a second, he just stared at my exposed breasts. I loved this, the anticipation. The care he took and his obvious desire.
“So fucking gorgeous.” His hot mouth landed on me. I squirmed, my eyes shuttering closed of their own accord. “Your body has driven me crazy for days.”
“Sorry not sorry. Go down on me.”
“I’m there.” He left my nipples and hooked my underwear, tearing it down my legs. Then his face buried straight into my core.
William devoured me. He sucked and licked, then his tongue slid south and forced its way inside.
“God!” I yelled. A tiny voice in my head reminded me that I was sweaty and gross.
But he didn’t seem to care.
My guy growled his happiness at his work.
He knew just how to tease, but this morning, he was all fury. I was muttering curses and begging him by the time he next raised his head.
“Want to come like this or can I fuck you and get the job done that way?”
“Please. Now. Dick.”
“Thank fuck.”
A rustling came, and I opened my eyes to see him stripping his jeans to his ankles then rolling a condom over his weighty dick.
He knelt between my wide-open thighs again and gave himself a nice pump. “Missed this.”
I had no chance to answer. William took my knee, lined himself, then sank into me.
“Christ!” he yelled.
“Oh!” I howled at the same time.
“Ah, lass.” He gripped and lifted both my legs, giving short, hard thrusts until he was home.
We both paused, as if dazed.
In the sweetest move, he leaned forwards until his mouth met mine. And God, was he glorious. Even without taking the time to shed his shirt, his body tone stood out, his muscles stark. Bulky biceps. Hard planes.
“You’re perfect,” he whispered with the kiss.
I kissed him in return, wanting to claw him closer, but I kept my hands where he’d instructed. He gave me a savage grin and jacked his hips. And again, faster.
Blinding pleasure flashed.
“More.”
The right words. He surged.
William fucked me like a train. Perfect angles. His fingers at my clit.
Never had I felt anything as good as him.
He read every moan and watched my expression. His powerful rhythm never wavered, and soon I was breathless and hanging over the edge of a furious orgasm. I knew it would go like this. The want had built for days. The teasing had escalated so even a kiss held too much meaning.
With my back arched to meet him blow for blow, I gave a broken cry and fell. Tumbling down into spirals of pleasure. Hopelessly gone as I throbbed around him.
Lord, this man was good.
William gave a grunt of satisfaction but no let-up from his task. He ploughed into me, his features, when I could open my eyes, raw with need and his gaze on fire.
I knew he loved it, sex, the act of giving himself to a woman. He’d told me before. I played witness now to the battle plain on his face.
He needed to come.
He held it at bay.
I wanted his orgasms, every one.
Unleashing my hands, I took hold of his arms and dragged him in for another clashing kiss. But I forced him to slow, and we made out, him still moving inside me but with added tenderness now.
Ah this. All of this.
His tongue slicked over mine, and we were joined, inside each other, writhing together.
“Roll us again,” I murmured against his lips.
William complied, putting him on the cool tile floor and me over him, still joined.
Watching every move, I rose then crashed down. Knees to the hard ceramic. Slow. Steady. And again.
He hung over that same precipice, and I dragged it out until we were both breathing deep lungfuls of air.
“You’re killing me.” William’s fingers left my hip, where I was sure I’d have marks from his fierce hold, and once again found my clit. He strummed me, maintaining the same fervent eye contact. But he moved slowly, too. Nothing lazy about it, but determined and intricately focused.
It was like we were stalling the world, giving ourselves a tiny piece of extra space.
Then a throb hit me deep inside. A moan tore out of me, my second orgasm taking me by surprise.
William took over control, and I surrendered. He rocketed home, once, twice, then three times and gave a hoarse yell.
I crumpled onto him, seeing stars, my second round of tremors stronger still. Inside me, his dick pulsed. Finally, we’d got there.
With my legs splayed around him, he nudged my head up and took my mouth again, swallowing little sounds I didn’t know I was still making.
But my trembling didn’t stop, and he clamped me to his chest for good measure.
I knew we’d clash. I guessed that we’d hit the floor or another surface and go at it.
I had no idea that a seismic shift was occurring.
An emotion I couldn’t understand or explain said him, this man. Now.
“You… I…” I tried, but my words failed me, that strange new something holding my tongue hostage.
“Aye. All that. And more.” He kissed me one last time, then sat, bringing me onto his lap.
“Whoa.” Overbrimming with sensation, I shook my head then ducked again, hiding my confusion. I wanted to laugh it off, but no further words made it out.
When I peeped up, green eyes watched me. Then William grinned like he’d discovered something.
“What?” My voice wobbled, but my verve returned.
“Nothing.” His grin widened. He stood, lifting me with ease. “That was fucking mind-blowing. Thank you, my woman. Now we get to have a hot shower before we do it again.”
“Thank God for that.” I mock-wiped my brow, but everything was upside down. The new feeling sat wrong in my chest. I didn’t know how to make room for it.
In the simple but thankfully clean bathroom, William got the shower going then deposited me inside. He smirked the whole damn time he soaped up our bodies, then he backed me to the wall to give me more of his devastating kisses.
It was an addiction, this man. This feeling.
I already craved him, even in the middle of his kiss.
Maybe that was it. Sex with William was my drug of choice.
“How you doing in there?”
I blinked to find him gazing at me, the same joyful light still in his eyes. “What?”
“You zoned out and were just staring at me.”
The shower had stopped, and he held a towel in his hands. I forced my brain to engage because this was ridiculous. “Sex coma, I think.”
William heaved a happy sigh and brought the towel around my shoulders. “Not a bad place to be.”
He bundled me up then lifted me into his arms once again. “How about we start on round two? We’ve got six hours, and there’s a whole lot we can get done in that time.”
“You’re not tired? Or hungry?” Please say no.
“Nope. Only for you.”
Instant horniness flooded me, and I was myself again, back in the zone I knew how to handle. I wound my legs around William’s waist and jammed my fingers into his hair, tugging him in for a kiss while he stumbled out of the bathroom and to the bed.
Who knew that with more time to spend with a guy—as this was already the longest I’d spent with a man I was sleeping with—I’d want to make it last? I never did this; I’d always cut and run.
We hadn’t talked about what happened after tonight. I should pick up Charity’s diary to plot my next move. I’d only managed to tick off one item, and William would have his brother for company on the drive to Berlin, his next port of call.
Then again, he was doing a pretty convincing job of showing me I still interested him.
“Stay with me.” William kissed his way up my body, biting gently at my hip, licking my belly, using his teeth on my nipple in a way that had me seeing stars. “Don’t leave tonight when I’m working.”
“I—” Like I would.
“Stay with me, Taylor. I mean it. We’ve got two days to get to Berlin. Then ages before the first gig in the States. We’ll focus on your list. We’ll enjoy ourselves.”
As if trying to convince me with the skills of his body, he used his hard, bare dick as a tool, working my clit while he played with my breasts, making me crazy.
“Why?” I managed, drawing an unsteady breath, already too wrapped up in him to care if the solitary thing that interested him was what now filled his hands.
“I don’t want you to go.”
Good enough.
A number of earth-shattering orgasms later, before I fell asleep on his chest, I whispered a triumphant, “Yes.”
Much later again, William threw on shorts and a shirt and strode out to play hunter-gatherer and fetch us dinner. The timings wouldn’t work for him to eat with his brother, and we both needed food badly.
In the plain cream-painted room, I got busy, pushing aside the odd feelings from earlier and feeling perky over my extended role as travel companion.
This evening, I’d get to explore Milan with Ally, who was a hoot, and then snuggle down with William and spend the night with him.
Tomorrow, we’d drive in daylight hours upcountry.
Three of us to share the time behind the wheel and choose places to explore along the route.
What a riot. My own European tour with my favourite guys.
In the bathroom, I took another quick shower and washed my hair properly, thankful for the opportunity after a couple of days of wearing it up and spritzing with dry shampoo.
I blow dried it straight, put on careful makeup, then wriggled into a flirty, little black dress. Where Paris had been chilly, Milan was a good ten degrees warmer, and I opened the windows, taking care to keep the mosquito blinds in place, humming to myself as I worked.
Then I checked my email and waited for my Highlander to come back.
Mathilda had sent a follow-up message, and I happily tapped out a reply, smiling to myself for feeling both useful and wanted.
That had never happened before. I wondered how long it could last.