Chapter 33
Chapter Thirty-Three
Romy
Our plan was simple.
Zander drops me off at the side of the lodge and parks the UTV.
He walks in by himself and goes up into his honeymoon suite.
I follow ten minutes later.
It’s the longest ten minutes of my life.
We could barely stop kissing in the UTV, and now as I stand on the side of the building, watching the time tick down on my phone, all I can feel are his hands and lips on me.
Finally, the ten minutes pass, and I walk around and up the steps, trying to act as if I’m not on my way to have sex.
My saving grace is that my mom isn’t here.
And the staff are distracted by the crew loitering around the reception area.
I slide right by them, and once I turn the corner to the stairs up to the rooms, I finally breathe.
I tiptoe up the stairs, peeking around the corners like some stealthy hitwoman. Thankfully, the hallway carpet muffles the sound of my boots.
When I reach his door, I hesitate. I look down at what I’m wearing, pull at my sweater and smooth out my hair, wishing I was dressed up rather than in jeans and a sweater.
The door opens, and a hand grabs my arm, pulling me into the room. Zander shuts it and cages me against the back of the door in one fluid motion. I did always love his moves.
“You’re wasting time out there.” He steps up to me, leaving one hand plastered above me against the door and the other holding my hip.
“Who says?”
“You will be once I’m done with you.”
“You sure are doing a lot of talking.” I set my hands on my hips, trying to be cool when I really want to jump him.
He laughs and leans in closer, his breath feathering my cheek. “Tell me what you want, Romy,” he whispers.
Goose bumps scatter up my spine. “You’re such a cocky bastard.”
My fingers curl into his T-shirt, and I pull him toward me, lips locking with his. His tongue sweeps into my mouth, stealing my breath and every ounce of self-control I na?vely thought I’d come here with. He breaks away from our kiss long enough to drag his T-shirt over his head.
My gaze traces his broad shoulders, muscled chest, and the trail of hair that leads down past the waist of his jeans.
Zander smirks when he catches me staring. “See something you like?”
“Maybe.” I bite my lip as if I can play the role of sex kitten.
His hand skims under my sweater, his palm hot against my stomach. “I want to get one thing clear before we continue.” His fingers bend, and he cradles my stomach.
“Zan,” I whisper.
He shakes his head. “I want to be clear about something.” There’s conviction in his voice, so I lift the hem of my sweater and cover his hand with mine. “I’m not doing this because of him or her. I went to you tonight because I want you.”
I tighten my hand over his. “Thank you for telling me.” I lean forward to kiss him, but he dodges my lips.
“I want to be sure you understand.”
I chuckle. “I do. The baby is just a bonus.”
“Yeah, just a bonus.” He kisses me again, both of us losing ourselves once more.
We close the kiss and heave for a breath.
He lowers his forehead to press against mine. “You’re overdressed.”
“Am I now?”
He inches up my sweater, and I lift my arms, letting him pull it over my head. His gaze drops to my bra, and his tongue slides along his bottom lip.
“Jesus, Romy.” His thumb brushes against the swell of my breast.
“Clasp is in the front,” I offer, wanting to be naked with him.
He growls, his fingers dipping down and manipulating the clasp, so my breasts push the fabric to the sides. Then I’m bare for him, my breasts on display. He makes quick work of the bra, tossing it somewhere in the room. Leaning down, his lips close around my nipple, sucking and licking.
I gasp and clutch his hair. They’re so much more sensitive than normal. “Zander—”
“Yeah, baby?” He flicks his tongue on my nipple, and my core tingles. He continues to savor me, and I squirm under his manipulation.
“Bed?”
“Good idea.” He laughs, and in one motion, he scoops me up, then he places me on the mattress with care. He stands at the edge and stares at me.
“You are joining me, right?” I flick the button on my jeans, and his eyes follow the movement, watching me. I lower the zipper and hook my fingers into the sides of my jeans, wiggling them off my body. “I could use a little help.”
He swallows audibly and grabs an ankle, tugging off one leg then the other. Again, his gaze coasts over my body. “Damn, Romy.”
“You’re terribly overdressed. Want me to undress you?”
He flicks the button of his jeans, and they hit the floor beside mine before I can even get up onto my knees. “Next time.”
He crawls toward me, pinning me to the mattress with a mischievous grin.
“When did you become the bossy one?” he asks.
“When you became all touchy-feely.” I run my fingers across his shoulder blades.
“Get used to it.”
I giggle, but it dies quickly when his thighs nudge my legs apart, and he situates his hips between them.
“Yes,” I pant, dragging his mouth to mine. “Just don’t cry after sex, okay?”
“No promises.”
We both chuckle until he presses me down with his pelvis, his hard length sliding against my slickness, and my whole body arches for him.
“Condom?” I manage, though my voice shakes.
“I haven’t had sex since I’ve been with you. Got tested. You?”
I shake my head, staring into his dark eyes. “No one after you, and I got tested when they ran my bloodwork. All clear.”
“And you can’t get pregnant again, so…”
“No condom?”
He grins. “Fuck yeah.”
The first push in steals my breath. He’s big, stretching me inch by inch, filling me. My nails dig into his shoulders, needing something to hold onto.
“Jesus, you feel good,” he groans against my ear.
“You too,” I whisper, legs locking around him, desperate for more friction.
He moves tortuously slowly at first, and I beg as he moves with a maddening patience, dragging out each stroke. Then he drives deeper, harder, faster until all I feel is him, all I can hear is our ragged breaths and the rasp of his stubble against my skin.
“Finally, Romy,” he practically growls. “Tell me you’re mine.”
I should roll my eyes at the caveman possessiveness of his words, but it strikes me deep, right in the sore spot where I’ve been so scared he’d never choose me. “I’m yours. Only yours.”
He kisses me with a hunger that can’t be abated, but it’s tender all at once. My body clenches, pleasure barreling down on me.
“Fuck, you feel so damn good. Like you’re made for me. I’m gonna take you again tonight. Tell me I can take you again.”
“You can,” I pant, pushing my orgasm back, not wanting this to be over.
“Romy.” He groans my name like a prayer and a curse all in one, and my orgasm tumbles over.
I strip my mouth off his, crying out.
Zander follows seconds later, his breath hot and heavy in my ear. “Fucking Christ.”
I feel the jerk of him and the heat between my legs as he explodes. After, he collapses on top of me, careful to keep too much of his weight from pressing down on me as we catch our breath.
“Remember that whole promise about our kid not coming out and saying the word fuck?”
“I’m doing a piss poor job. I know.” He pushes my damp hair off my forehead and kisses me. “New deal, I watch my language everywhere except when I’m inside you.”
My head tips back, and I laugh. “Deal.”
“You want my dirty mouth, huh?” His lips cast little kisses along my shoulder. “Say it.”
“You weren’t that dirty,” I egg him on.
He picks up his head and looks down at me. “Challenge accepted.”
I have no doubt he’s going to meet that challenge and conquer it.