11. Chapter Ten Savannah #2
“And you?” he presses. “How do you think I feel about you?”
“I’m guessing you like me. At least a little.” My fingers toy with a button on his shirt.
“More than a little.” He traces an index finger along my collarbone and my nipples tighten. “You’re the most fascinating woman I’ve ever met.”
Memories of the way he touched me in the music room fill me, and a fervor begins to build inside causing my chest to rise and fall harder. “Can we leave now?” I whisper.
“I thought you’d never ask.” He grabs my hand, pulling me back toward the house. “Say your goodbyes fast, because I’m dying to be inside you.”
Heat pools in my core and I whip through the great room, giving the quickest farewell of my life. We aren’t fooling anyone, and amused looks follow us right out the door. “Wait.” I stumble to a stop. “The rental car is at A-Squared.”
“I’ve already got an Uber on the way.”
I throw my head back and laugh. Then Laurent pulls me into his arms and kisses me like our very lives depend on it.
We keep kissing and kissing, tasting each other beneath the streetlight.
Tongues tangling, mouths greedy, and my hands wanting to be on every inch of him at once.
By the time the Uber pulls up, I’ve managed to undo his tie and unbutton the first few buttons of his shirt.
With lipstick smudges all over his face and his hair sticking up, he looks adorably disheveled.
I giggle as he tugs me inside the car, and we can’t keep our hands off each other.
Sneaking heated looks and touches throughout the ride, it feels like we’re never going to reach the hotel.
Finally, our driver pulls up to the main entrance of the Ritz and Laurent already has his door open before the car fully stops.
“Someone is in a hurry,” I tease.
“You have no idea, chérie.”
We jog up the stairs, hand in hand, and walk through the doors into the fancy lobby.
I’m looking around, trying to absorb all the lovely details, but his long strides quickly eat up the distance across the shiny floor to the elevator.
He squeezes my hand, sending me a smoldering look as we wait for the door to open.
Once it does, we step inside and impatiently wait for it to close again.
The moment it does, our bodies slam together.
Throwing my arms around his neck, I melt against him, needing to feel every hard edge and taut muscle.
Our tongues duel, the kiss deep and searching, and I scratch my nails through his thick hair.
My body is restless and needy, yearning for what only he can give me—a release sure to make my toes curl.
Ding. The door glides open and we tumble out, still kissing and pawing at each other like a couple of horny teens. I can’t get enough of his touch, taste and intoxicating scent—warm and sweet. Oud, rich amber, velvety saffron. He smells like mystery and opulence. And I want to eat him up.
Halfway down the hall, he stops and pulls out a keycard. I’m licking his neck, practically hanging on him, as he keeps trying to swipe the card and missing the slot. With a groan, he pulls back from my eager mouth and looks down, finally getting it to open.
With a lovely-sounding French curse, he sweeps me inside and kicks the door shut.
Then he grabs me, leads me straight to the bedroom, and we whirl in a circle, falling onto the bed.
It’s as soft as a cloud, and the feel of his body covering mine is heaven.
I’ve never experienced this kind of all-consuming desire for a man before, but Laurent is making me combust. I swear, I must have steam coming out of my ears.
Better yet, probably my lady bits. The ache is real, and I need him to fill me like I’ve never been filled before.
“Fuck, yes, I will, Savvy,” he groans, grabbing my dress and pulling it up as he yanks off his bowtie.
Shit. Did I say that out loud? Yes, apparently I did. And I’m not one little bit sorry, either.
My dress and his tie go soaring through the air, and he lays his jacket with the book over the chair.
Then those deft fingers of his unclasp my bra between blinks.
When he starts sliding my panties down, hot anticipation makes me dig my fingers into the blanket.
And the moment his warm breath blows between my thighs, I arch up with a whimper.
“Spread your legs, Savvy,” he commands in a low rasp. “Show me how wet you are.”
I shamelessly drop my legs open, and he lowers his head and licks up my slit.
Ohmygod. My hips jerk off the bed, and he slides his hands under my ass, lifting and holding me firmly in place as he feasts on my pussy.
Teasing licks and flicks of his tongue have me writhing and whimpering.
When he adds his fingers, sliding them in and out, and starts sucking on my clit, I swear, I nearly black out.
Squeezing my eyes shut, I give in to the intense sensations.
For the first time in my life, I let go completely.
“Yes… Ohhh… God!” I can’t catch my breath, can’t think straight as he pushes me right to the edge. With a shudder, I cry out and soar into sweet eternity.
My orgasm leaves me shaking, and I melt into the feather-topped mattress. Completely satiated. Utterly spent. Thoroughly pleased by this thief of hearts.
The bed shifts as he stands up, and my eyes flutter open. I certainly don’t want to miss this. “Are you going to strip for me now?” I murmur, my gaze raking down his frame.
He pauses in the middle of unbuttoning his shirt. “You’re quite the vixen, aren’t you?”
“Take it off,” I whisper. “Take it all off.”
He smirks. “Something in particular you’re so interested in seeing?” He slides it off, baring his impressive chest, and throws the shirt over a nearby chair.
“Yes.”
“What?” He unbuckles his belt, slowly slides it free and drops it on the floor. “What do you want to see so badly, Savannah?”
I lick my lips, mouth watering as he unbuttons his pants and slowly slides the zipper down. “How about your cock, Monsieur Laurent?”
My bold statement makes his eyebrows fly up. I don’t know if it’s the alcohol talking or if he just makes my sexy come out. Either way, I want to see the goods. Now.
Shifting onto my knees, I crawl over. “It’s not polite to make a lady wait,” I murmur, brushing my fingertips over his tight abs. Trailing them down the strip of dark hair to the elastic band of his black boxer briefs.
His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows hard, his breathing turning harsh. I love that I can elicit this uncontrolled and passionate response from the always calm and cool Laurent. That I can make him come undone.
I slide a hand down past his waistband and wrap it around his hard cock. He jerks, his eyes rolling back in his head as I stroke and squeeze.
Another lovely French curse fills the air before he pulls away and yanks his briefs and slacks down in one fell swoop. This time, my eyes widen—because, good God, he’s impressive. Thick, long, uncut. Perfect.
Then he’s on top of me again, but this time we’re skin to skin, and it’s divine.
“I never want to make you wait, chérie.”
I hear a crinkle and see him toss the empty condom package. I didn’t even notice him grab it. He’s fast with his hands, but I’m hardly surprised considering his occupation.
As he settles between my thighs, I wrap my legs around his hips, urging him inside. But he holds back, teasing me with just the wide tip of his cock. Dragging it through my wet folds. Driving me insane until I’m practically begging him to fuck me.
“Please, Laurent.” I’ve never been so desperate for a man in my life.
“Call me Rhys,” he growls and slams home.