Chapter Twenty-Two
Bryce sits up, and his gaze is searing as it sweeps down my body. I’m naked but for the tiny slip of satin between my thighs.
“Fucking perfect,” he growls, undoing the first few buttons of his shirt before grabbing the back of the collar and pulling it over his head.
Wow.
Everything happened in a blur the night we left The Soused Cow, and I didn’t have time to appreciate the sight of his bare chest. The man is exquisite.
I feel excited yet anxious as he tosses the shirt aside, undoes his belt, and reaches for the zipper of his jeans. I come up on my elbows to watch as I scoot up the mattress to get a better view.
He grabs a condom from his pocket before kicking his jeans to the floor with his shirt, and my eyes trace the outline of his massive cock straining against his boxer briefs.
I watch as he discards the briefs, tears open the shiny packet, and takes his time rolling the latex over his length. His eyes never leaving me.
Hunger radiates off of him as he prowls up the bed, covering me with his big, strong body.
I’ve never felt so tiny.
So sexy.
So wanted.
His lips find mine again. Hot, demanding, and intoxicating.
I tried my best to resist. I did.
But the way he was looking at me when we got back into the elevator tonight and then the way his lips gently grazed my skin …
I’m only human.
Our mouths wrestle for control until he finally breaks the connection. His eyes are wild and glazed with desire as he sucks in air. Neither of us speaks, but we don’t have to. We both want this.
Goose bumps cover every inch of my exposed flesh. His hand glides down the column of my throat and wraps around one of my breasts. My nipples harden to tight peaks in anticipation of his mouth.
I let out a strangled moan at the first flick of his tongue. My fingers tangle in the silky hair at the nape of his neck, tugging him closer as he nips and sucks at one breast while his other hand plucks and teases the other.
“Bryce,” I groan, and his cock twitches against my stomach.
He takes his time, kissing and caressing his way over to the other nipple and giving it the same attention. Like a starved man, feasting on me like I’m his next meal.
My hand slides between us, wrapping around him, and his thick shaft pulses in my grip as I stroke him from root to tip.
“Fuck, I need to be inside of you,” he growls before peppering a trail of soft kisses down my abdomen to the slip of soaked-through pink satin.
“Damn, you’re so ready for me,” he whispers before hooking his fingers into the sides of my panties and slipping them down my legs.
Once they’re discarded, he drags a fingertip through the wetness and runs circles around my clit. Wrenching a low moan from my parted lips.
“Yes,” I groan as my hips jump.
“Yes, what?” he asks as he continues to play.
I spread my legs wider as I writhe against his touch. “Bryce …”
“What do you need, darlin’?”
“I need your tongue,” I demand, my voice frantic as he continues the slow, torturous circles.
Finally, he clasps one of my ankles, hooks my leg over his shoulder, and lowers his mouth to me. Running a line with his tongue through the center.
“Damn. You taste better than whiskey,” he whispers before doing a swirl around my clit and sucking it into his mouth. He inserts a finger into my opening and begins rotating it slowly, stretching me.
My hips move with him. Wanting—needing—more, so he gives it to me. He adds another finger and pumps faster, harder, deeper as his mouth works my sensitive bud until I explode on his tongue. Like a bomb igniting in my core, the orgasm rockets through me as I cry out his name.
Bryce continues to lap at me, getting every drop, and his fingers move lazily in and out until my body stops trembling.
He prowls back up my body. Kissing my sweat-slicked skin all the way to my jaw.
I grab the back of his neck and guide his lips to mine as the tip of his erection settles at my entrance. He slides it through my folds, coating it in my wetness, before thrusting into me.
“God, you feel so good inside of me,” I whisper against his mouth.
He growls and sinks his fingers into my hips as he pulls out and then slams back into me.
“That’s it, Ry. Right there.”
The sound he makes when I call him Ry is guttural, and he starts pounding into me like a man possessed.
I can feel another climax climbing up the base of my spine, and I begin clawing at his back. My legs wrap tight around his waist as they start to shake uncontrollably.
He slows his pace. Thrusting hard and deep.
And I come undone. My body locks up, and my muscles spasm around his cock, snapping the thin thread of control he looked to be holding on to. His eyes squeeze shut, and his head flies back as his release empties inside of me.
Once we both come back down to earth, I lift my eyes to his. Still inside of me, he leans down and kisses me deeply one more time before sliding out.
Content, I stretch my arms and legs as he disappears into the bathroom. When he returns, sans condom, he climbs in beside me and pulls the covers over us.
I roll onto my side, and Bryce snakes an arm around me, tugging me back against his chest.
“Sweet dreams, Chuck,” he murmurs into the dark as I close my eyes, letting sleep pull me under.
I wake to the sound of running water. For a second, I don’t remember where I am. I open one eye and take in the sight of my untouched bed by the window. A hotel. I’m in a hotel in Oklahoma, and I’m in Bryce’s bed.
“Oh God,” I whisper, bolting upright.
The sheets are tangled around me, and my dress lies in a heap on the floor. My pulse kicks up as memories of last night flood my brain.
What did I do?
Before I can find my bearings, the bathroom door opens, and Bryce walks out—completely, unapologetically naked.
“Morning,” he says like it’s the most normal thing in the world. A towel hangs loose around his neck, beads of water clinging to the dark curls on his chest. “You planning to sleep all day?”
I glance around the dark room. “What time is it?”
He chuckles. “It’s almost noon.”
“What?!” I can’t remember the last time I slept past seven.
He smirks, unbothered. “Yep. You’d better shake a leg, darlin’. We’ve gotta be at the arena in less than an hour.”
“An hour?!” I scramble out of bed, clutching the sheet to my chest, looking for my suitcase. “Why didn’t you wake me?”
He grabs a pair of jeans, completely amused. “You looked so peaceful and content. Didn’t want to disturb you.”
“Peaceful? Well, I’m not peaceful now,” I shriek as I toss clothing onto the bed.
“Exactly.” He buttons his shirt, then grins over his shoulder. “Plus, I figured I’d shower first, make sure you didn’t use all the hot water, like you did yesterday.”
I throw a pillow at him. “You’re an ass.”
I storm into the bathroom, heart racing, and shut the door behind me. My reflection stares back—messy hair, swollen lips, flushed cheeks. I pull my hair away from my neck and start looking for any signs of purple. Nothing.
Thank God.
I lean against the counter, hands braced on the cool marble, and whisper to myself, “What the hell did you do, Charli? The first night? You could have put up a better fight than that!”
Through the door, I hear Bryce humming to himself.
And, damn it all, I like waking up to the sight and sound of him.