Chapter 1 #2
I try to act casual, as if I’m not about to combust. “Yep. Here we are.”
He steps a fraction closer. “And you’re going up to your room… alone?”
I swallow hard, trying to steady myself, but the floor feels wobbly. “Well, yeah. That’s usually how it works.”
He smirks, the corners of his lips lifting in a way that tells me he’s not buying it. “Are you sure about that?”
The question hits me like a bolt of lightning. The way he says it, with that low, teasing edge, my heart skips a beat. I shouldn’t be entertaining this, but the way his gaze stays on me, the way his voice slides over every word…
God, I want him to keep talking.
“Um…” I pause, not sure if I want to backpedal or just get on the damn elevator and avoid whatever this is. But I’m drunk enough to stop overthinking it. “I think so?”
He watches me for a second, seemingly considering his next move. Then, with a single step forward, he’s close enough that I can feel the heat of his body against mine.
“I don’t think you should be alone,” he murmurs, soft and slow, savoring each word.
My breath catches in my throat, and my skin prickles with the heat of it. Damn, he’s dangerous, and I can’t even figure out why I’m not stepping back.
“Why’s that?” I manage to ask.
His lips curl into a slow, confident smile. “Because I think you’re someone who likes a challenge. And I’m pretty sure you wouldn’t mind if I made it a little more interesting.”
Before I can respond, he steps even closer, close enough that I can feel the faintest brush of his hand on my wrist, a spark of electricity that makes my pulse race.
“I’m coming with you,” he says, his tone final. Clearly, it’s not even a suggestion.
I freeze for a split second, the idea of him coming to my room hitting me with a ton of bricks. The logical part of me screams to stop this madness, to throw up some barrier, but that part of me is quiet now.
Quiet and fuzzy, drowned out by the blood rushing in my ears.
“I… uh, you are?”
“Oh yes, I am,” he says with that same quiet confidence, his hand now resting on the small of my back, guiding me toward the elevator.
I don’t resist. Not even a little.
I can feel the heat radiating from him as he moves with me, and I’m acutely aware of every inch of him. The strong set of his jaw, the way his shirt stretches over his chest, the subtle but undeniable pull of his presence.
The elevator doors slide open with a quiet ding, and I step inside, my legs wobbly as jelly. He follows me in, pressing a button without even asking for a floor, and I glance up at him, breathless.
“You really think this is a good idea?” I ask, even though I know the answer. I’m just stalling, trying to talk myself out of this wild, crazy decision.
“Good idea?” His lips curve into that dangerously seductive grin. “I think it’s the best idea I’ve had all night.”
And just like that, the doors close behind us, and there’s no turning back.
As the elevator ascends, the tension between us grows thick, every inch closer to my floor taking an eternity. I can feel him beside me.
My heart is thudding in my chest, a frantic rhythm that matches the unspoken challenge in the air. When the elevator stops and the doors slide open, I feel a rush of heat in my face.
This is real. This is happening.
I glance at him, trying to stay composed, but the effect he’s had on me is undeniable. I’m both terrified and exhilarated.
He steps out first, his eyes never leaving mine.
“Shall we?” he purrs.
I can’t even speak. I just nod, leading the way, the anticipation building in my chest with every step.
When we reach my door, my hand trembles as I unlock it. His fingers brush over my wrist, sending a surge of desire straight through me.
He doesn’t wait for an invitation, doesn’t need to. As soon as the door creaks open, he steps inside, his presence filling the space.
I can’t keep my hands off him.
I don’t even try to play it cool.
I grab him and drag him toward me, finally closing that gap that’s been far too big all night long.
The second our lips crash together, I wrap myself around him. I press every part of my body up against him, desperate to let him know that I freaking need him.
All of him.
I don’t quite know how we end up stumbling across the room, since we don’t part for a second, but the next thing I’m aware of is falling back onto the bed with this man on top of me.
He feels so freaking good. I can’t get enough.
His hands are all over me, all over my body. The way he yanks my clothing up and off in a hurry shows me that he doesn’t want to be interrupted either.
I get caught up in the intense need for the two of us to be naked and tear at his clothing, as well.
His body, wow. There are no words.
This might not be the smartest thing that I have ever done, but it feels too good for me to care.
Once there isn’t a stitch of material between us, and I can finally feel his thick, throbbing erection pulsing between my thighs, yearning for me, I roll on top of him, holding all the power over him.
With my hand pressed to his chest, I rise into a sitting position, feeling surprisingly comfortable with his hungry eyes running all over me. He’s looking at me like I’m sexy as hell, and that stare coming from someone as powerful and hot as him… it makes me feel good.
I love knowing this is the effect I’m having on him.
“Fucking hell, you don’t know how good you look right now.” His hands cup my ass and slowly travel around to the front, where he can stroke my soaking wet core. “You are something else.”
I part my lips, about to reply, but he strips the air from my lungs by plunging his fingers deep inside of me. The sensation is shocking, but in the best way possible. The way he massages me is mind-blowing.
Fuck, this guy really knows what he’s doing.
I toss my head back, my hair spilling down my back and tickling my spine, as my fingers claw desperately at his skin. I’m probably scratching him, but he isn’t reacting. He’s too busy driving me insane.
“I… I need you, now,” I gasp out. “I want you.”
I don’t know where it comes from, but he hands me a condom, which I eagerly rip apart with my teeth. I’m actually trembling as I take the sheath from the packet and roll it down over him.
He’s big. Really big.
I don’t know what I’m going to do with him. Or what he’s going to do with me.
As soon as he’s covered, he grabs hold of my hips and flips me onto my back. It happens so fast; I blink and I’m in a brand-new position.
Not that I’m complaining, I fucking love the feel of him lying down over me. The connection it brings and the chemistry it builds are absolutely phenomenal.
“Are you sure?” he whispers as he tickles my entrance with his rock-hard cock.
As if I’m going to change my mind now.
I nod and lift my head just enough to bite his bottom lip seductively. Thankfully, that’s all he needs. With one epic thrust, he’s inside of me, driving me wild.
Fuck, the feeling of him hitting all the right spots as he slams into me repeatedly is just too much.
It seems to be seconds before the pressure of pleasure begins to build.
It curls in my toes as I wrap my legs around his waist, and zips through my veins, fizzing wildly. My spine stiffens as he tips me ever closer to the edge.
I’m about to lose my shit already.
I don’t want to erupt this fast. I would much prefer to savor every single second; this is an experience I don’t want to forget.
But our sweaty, writhing bodies have been waiting for this all night long. The build-up has been brewing forever. I don’t stand a chance. I can’t savor anything because this man has an expert thrust.
I’m going to fall.
He’s going to push me over the edge no matter what.
A scream erupts from me as the bubble of bliss pops and consumes me whole. It swallows me up, drowning me in an orgasm so intense I don’t think I’ll ever be free of it.
I’m so loud, there’s a tiny part of me scared that I’m going to wake up every hotel guest. But I can’t stop the sound from coming.
I’ve lost all control of myself. This man has power over my body now, and it’s a power I’ve handed over willingly.
If it feels this good, I don’t even want it back.