7. Meredith
CHAPTER 7
Meredith
T uevo tasted like beer and sunshine. He smelled like a man who spent time hunting in the woods and his body felt more bodybuilder than hockey athlete.
In essence, everything about this man was perfect, down to the feel of his lips on mine. As soon as I kissed him, he froze, and then his hand was back in my hair, much like it’d been in the elevator. This time it wasn’t for comfort.
His hand tangled in my hair and he pressed his lower body against me, showing the proof of his arousal.
This wasn’t the comforting hold of a hug I always needed when I said goodbye to my family.
This was the possessive and controlling touch of a man who’d been leashed but was now free to take what he wanted.
And I was willing to give him everything he demanded.
He opened his mouth and slid his tongue along my bottom lip before I welcomed him inside, and while we kissed, he moved me backward, farther into the room. “I can take my time and worship you or I can strip you down and take you as hard and fast as I’ve craved since you walked into the bar. What’s your preference?”
“Worship later,” I rasped against his mouth and was rewarded with a chuckle in response.
He pulled back, stepped out of his shoes, and tore off his top.
“Ohhhh.” Tuevo was ripped. Gorgeous. Not bricks for abs unless his breath was heaving. There was weight over his muscles, akin to most athletes, but that didn’t make his body any less impressive than an Instagram bodybuilder model.
No, he was perfect. And the thick, straining bulge beneath his jeans told me he’d only grow more impressive as he continued to shed his clothes.
I went to remove my sweater, but Tuevo stopped me, a hand over mine. “Let me.”
Who was I to argue?
He lifted my sweater slowly, and I raised my arms as he revealed every inch of my body like he was unwrapping the most precious gift. He hummed, eyes lighting with feral interest as my bright red silk bra was revealed.
“Please tell me this is a matching set.”
“Always.”
“Fuck,” he breathed and squeezed his eyes closed. “Now that’s all I’ll be thinking about whenever I see you… what colors you have on beneath your clothes.”
“Tell me your favorite and I’ll make sure that’s what I have on.”
I was being sassier with him than I’d ever been, but I wasn’t shy. I wasn’t nervous. I’d wanted to touch this man for years, wanted to get to know the feel of his body and had always hoped I’d have the chance. But my confidence and sass didn’t come from a lack of nerves or a wish finally coming true.
It was because this felt right , and there was no other way to explain it other than it was fate.
“You’re killing me.” He finally removed my sweater and wrapped his arm around my lower back, yanking me to him as he tossed my sweater to the floor.
“For someone who threatened hard and fast this feels more like worshipping.”
“Apologies.” He grinned, a flare of amusement before I brushed my hand over his chest, scraping his nipple with the nail of my thumb.
The amusement vanished, switching to desire with a blink of his rich blue eyes and then his mouth was back on mine and he was bending, holding me tight at the lower back while he slipped his other arm beneath my knees.
“Right. Got so lost in you I almost forgot.”
He kissed me while he carried me past the small living space and into the bedroom. And then he was on his knees, sinking down into the mattress before he settled me on top of the duvet. I fell to my back, my hands in his hair and our mouths fused while he spread my legs apart and his hands went to the zipper of my jeans.
I hummed as he continued sliding down my body and kissing my breasts through my bra. The space between. My nipples hardened and sounds of pleasure slipped from my throat before I could snuff them.
And soon, his lips were at my stomach, my jeans at my hips, and as he tugged off my jeans, he kept moving lower until I was in nothing but my bra and underwear. Tuevo brushed his finger through the slit of my thong, tugging it to the side.
We both groaned as he slipped his finger beneath, found my core, and his eyes pierced me with rapture. “You sure about this?”
“Always.”
“How much do you love this underwear?”
“It’s one of my favorites.”
“Then I’ll make sure to replace it.”
His hands went to the side, twisted, and yanked. There was a burn of pain right before my thong was torn in two and then with one hand sliding up my body, he tugged down the cups of my bra, pushing my small but full breasts above them and sliding a finger deep inside of me.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispered. He pulled his finger out of me and then pressed his hands to my inner thighs, stretching me wide open before he bent down and licked my sex. My hips jerked, thrusting into his face.
He kissed my clit once, hands following, toying with my opening, circling my clit, and then he was at my breasts. Hot breath followed by stinging little bites at my hot, aching nipples.
“Tuevo,” I gasped, fingers digging into his hair. I was so primed. So ready.
“No.” He took my other hand and pressed it to my clit. “Teach me what you like.” His head was bent, looking down at us, tongue swiping over my nipple as he guided our hands to my sex, rubbing my own fingers through my wetness.
“Oh God.” I pushed my head back into the pillow. “I’m already so close.”
“Then make yourself come and I’ll do it again.”
Jesus. The things he said. Promises he’d certainly deliver on. Gaping up at him and seeing the hardness of his jaw and the determination in his blue eyes, I had no doubt he told the truth.
I gave in, pressing my head into the pillow, chin arched to the ceiling. My hips rolled and sounds left my lips as I took his fingers in mine, then pressed them to my clit in teasing, soft brushes against my bundled nerves.
With Tuevo’s mouth tugging at my nipple, sweet, stinging pain shot straight to where our fingers circled. I ignited quickly, powerfully, arching and thrusting my hips into our hands, gritting my teeth so I didn’t scream from the pure pleasure of it.
“Goddamn,” he whispered. He took over, rubbing me, gathering my wetness in his fingers, and then he brought both of our fingers to his mouth and sucked on them, wickedly sexy eyes on me as he tasted me on him.
“Have I told you how beautiful you are?”
“No,” I panted, shoving hair off my face and forehead. I was spent already, chest heaving, sated and still wanting.
I’d never been this greedy for more before.
Thankfully, Tuevo didn’t make me wait. He leaned toward me and kissed me, tongue diving into my mouth, sliding against mine until I tasted us mixed together. He moved to the side, grabbed the strip of foil, and ripped it apart. Four condoms landed by my pillow. He tore one open with his teeth, and then he rolled it on, shoved my thighs apart, and draped my legs over his shoulders. His hands braced at my sides and then he was there.
Entering me.
He did it slowly and oh my goodness, the fullness of him stretched my opening in a way that brought pain and ignited sparks, set off my clit, still stinging with aftershocks.
“Oh God,” I groaned and clung to his hips. His gaze was on me, unwavering, watching my expression as he entered.
“Doing okay?”
“Yes.” I licked my lips, still breathless. But good grief, the man was incredible.
Tuevo fell to his elbows, pressing his chest against mine, and claimed my mouth. He made love to me slowly, beautifully. He made love to me in a way that only confirmed my earlier sensation when I first saw him. Someday, he’d be all mine.
And when we finished, he cleaned us both up, came back to bed, and did it all over again until my legs were jelly and I was perusing the room service menu.
The sheet from the bed was wrapped around my chest and I sat up, watching him move through the hotel suite, unashamed of his nakedness.
And hello, if I had that body, I’d never be clothed. It should have been a rule. All men with tight asses, impressive dicks, and ripped abs with the perfect amount of masculine hair should always be naked.
“I’m surprised you can eat.” He tossed me a wink. “After that last round, I would think you’d be ready to pass out.”
I’d probably be asleep before the food arrived. But also, I could always eat. “Yeah, yeah, it was all right.”
I caught his expression right before he pounced on the bed. It sent the menu flying into the air and I scrambled to get away from him. I wasn’t quick enough. He flung the sheet off me and wrapped his hand around the back of my knee, flipping me onto my back.
“I’ll show you all right.”
“What about the food? I’m starving.”
He pressed his lips to my stomach, licking my belly button and farther down. I shoved my hands into his hair as he slid lower and grinned. “So am I.”