14. I Think We’ve Waited Long Enough
14
I THINK WE’VE WAITED LONG ENOUGH
SETH
I have no idea what possessed me to pump the brakes on things with Kylie in her hotel room, thrown by the incredible self-control it had taken to remove her from my lap when my body was screaming at me to take it further.
It feels like things are too important between us to let that be our first time together. I want to wine and dine her first. Today has felt like a second chance, our fortunate meeting away from any outside influences seeming like an opportunity that I don’t want to waste.
Something has definitely shifted between us. The possibility of taking things further is buzzing through the space between us, and she keeps a tight grip on my hand while we ride the elevator up to my suite.
Until we’d walked into the lobby, I hadn’t thought about how much more luxurious this hotel was than the modest one she was staying in. I wait to see if she says anything, but so far she’s taken it in her stride.
Right up until the moment I open my door, when her eyes run over the opulent furniture in the shared space between the two bedrooms. Linc had messaged earlier to say he was going out, catching up with a friend who lives here, so we have the place to ourselves. I anxiously watch while Kylie rotates slowly on the spot, absorbing everything, before giving me a questioning look.
“So… you’re rich.”
It’s not a question, and I’m not sure how to respond, so I shrug while rubbing the back of my neck.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen a place this over the top before,” she continues, moving towards the window to look at the streets of Mayfair below us.
I look around the room, trying to see it from her point of view.
“Linc picked the hotel,” I reply.
He’d jokingly picked a hotel that really leans into the whole royalty theme. I’d not thought much of it last night when we arrived, but seeing it now through Kylie’s eyes is making me see how extravagant it all is.
“Lincoln is just full of surprises,” she says, her expression pointed while she looks back at me over her shoulder.
I duck my head, not sure how to reply. “You okay here while I get washed up?”
She’s quiet for a moment, and I wonder if she’s heard me, but she finally turns with a smile. “Yep. Go have a shower. I’ll just be out here, not thinking about your naked body in there.”
I cough a little, feeling myself blush while she laughs.
I head into my bedroom but leave the door open so that she can still talk to me while I grab some clothes.
I have no idea why she has this effect on me. The fact that I’ve never experienced nervousness with any previous women I’ve dated tells me what I already know - that Kylie is extraordinary.
I don’t quite know how to feel about that, getting the sense that I’ve already entered the danger zone with my emotions… and I’m not sure I could turn back even if I wanted to .
When I finish in the shower, I throw on my fresh boxers and drag my jeans back on before noticing that I’d forgotten to grab a clean shirt. Stepping out of the bathroom, I stop short when Kylie clears her throat in the other room, and I look over to see her watching me with wide eyes from where she’s sitting on the couch.
Hiding a smirk, I grab a button-up shirt from the closet where housekeeping has hung it after doing our laundry earlier today, putting it on as I walk out of the room. Kylie doesn’t even try to hide the fact that she’s checking me out while I button it up, her eyes honing in on my chest.
“I’m feeling objectified,” I say, and she snorts, getting to her feet.
“I somewhat doubt it, given that you chose to walk out here in slow motion with those abs on display.” She stops in front of me and pokes me in the stomach.
“I don’t recall it being in slow motion,” I reply, and she grins up at me.
“Oh, it was definitely in slow motion. With sexy music playing and everything.”
“Yeah?” I kiss her forehead with a smile.
“Yeah, like that old guy who sings all the sexy songs in movies.”
I shake my head and start rolling up my sleeves.
Her eyes follow the motion. “Seriously? Are you just purposely making this difficult for me, or are you completely unaware of your sex appeal right now?”
I raise an eyebrow, unable to keep from laughing when she pouts. “I’m sorry. I guess I wasn’t aware of how easy it was to seduce you.”
“Ah, so you admit it, you are seducing me!”
“That depends. Is it working?” I pull her closer, and she wraps her arms around my neck.
“Too well. I vote we just get super expensive room service and get naked now,” she replies, rising to her tiptoes to kiss me.
I kiss her back, trying to hold myself back a little without losing myself completely and giving in to that suggestion. But my resolve crumbles when the kiss continues, and before I know it, I’m lifting her off the ground.
She gasps, wrapping her legs around my waist and grinning while I carry her back towards the bedroom. “Wow. I knew you were ripped, but I had no idea how strong you were. No one’s ever carried me before.”
“I guess they just weren’t worthy of remembering then,” I say, kicking the door closed behind me and lowering her onto the bed. “How hungry are you?”
“Depends on what type of hunger you’re referring to.” She looks up at me from beneath lowered eyelashes.
“Well, I was considering going out there and ordering dinner now, but if you keep looking at me like that, I’m not going to be able to leave.”
She rises to her knees and loops a finger through one of my belt loops, pulling me forward. “Good. Because now that you’ve got me on this bed, the last thing I’m thinking about is food.”
With those words, the last of my self-control snaps, and I surge forward, claiming her mouth with mine. She kisses me back, gripping my shirt tight in her fist as her tongue strokes mine.
“Just so that I’m one hundred percent certain, you’re sure about this?” I step back to look her in the eye.
“Seth,” she says, reaching up and pulling her hair free from her ponytail and shaking it out behind her. “I think we’ve waited long enough, so I can assure you…” She pulls her dress over her head in one swift movement and I swallow hard, my eyes roaming over her body. “I really, really want this.” She pulls me back in, kissing me hard.
I honestly didn’t think I could find this woman any more attractive, but her confidence and ability to voice exactly what she wants just draws me to her even more .
As we continue to kiss, she unbuttons my shirt, working her way down slowly until it hangs open. She kisses her way down my neck, before pressing her lips to the centre of my chest. I sigh, running my fingers through her hair when she looks up at me with wide eyes. I guide her face back to mine to kiss her hungrily again, reaching around to unclasp her bra. Sliding my hands down her sides, I grip the back of her thighs and lift her again before lowering her onto her back. I stare down at her for a moment, savouring every curve.
She rises onto her elbows, watching while I lower myself over her and swirl my tongue over her right nipple. She moans and arches her back, dropping her head back. I move my hand to her other breast, which is just the right size to fit perfectly in my hand, tweaking the tip between my fingers, eliciting another moan while I learn how to make her body sing. From her reactions, I can tell her nipples are highly sensitive, and I keep this in mind while I kiss my way further down her body.
Sliding my hands lower, I look up at her while I trail my fingers along the top of her underwear. “May I?” I ask, and she nods, seeming a little breathless.
I slip them down her legs, tossing them on the ground behind me while I brush my thumb over her clit lightly, and she gasps, bucking her hips a little. Grinning up at her, I slide my body off the bed and pull her down until her butt is on the edge. Her eyes widen again, watching while I lower my head and suck her clit between my lips, and her moans fill the room.