Chapter 5
We”d finished our margaritas and after that, nothing seemed to matter anymore. Only Maya. Only the way my body wanted to be with hers. Inside hers. Only the way she welcomed me, and I wanted to be welcomed.
We didn”t make it to the condo—the edges of how we”d stumbled into a swanky hotel lobby were fuzzy. But we couldn”t keep our hands off each other, so we got a room.
Somehow—I wasn”t entirely certain how it came about—we got the key card to work and made it inside the hotel room.
That”s where we ended up in that moment, practically fused to one another. Hands on hips, lips on mouths, and moans coming from Maya that?—
”I want your mouth between my legs,” Maya said against my cheek as she rubbed her breasts against my chest.
Uh-huh, Maya”s dirty talk was out of this world.
”I”m going to make you come on my tongue,” I said against her lips, attempting to keep up with her.
We stumbled through to the living room; I couldn’t say how, but it happened. I held her against my body as she walked backward.
”What are you going to do next, Sloan?” she asked, her wide eyes and the desperation in her tone totally doing it for me.
”Maybe it”s time we stopped talking about it, and I get to work?” I leaned in and kissed behind her ear, tracing my tongue down to her earlobe and kissing her there.
Fuck, she tasted good.
”Yes,” she said, closing her eyes and tossing her head back. ”Yes. Yes. All the yes.”
”Bed?” I asked, my voice husky and rumbly. ”Or shower?”
She opened her eyes long enough to say, ”Definitely the bed.”
We didn”t actually make any forward progress toward the bed. No, because her arms wound around my neck, my mouth took hers again, and things moved faster right there beside the closed door, standing on the plush carpet of our suite.
Her breaths became more uneven as her eyes dilated from apparent desire. Still totally clothed, her body knew exactly what mine needed, and vice versa, what with the way she moaned my name as I slid my leg between hers, and she rubbed against me.
I wanted to move my fingers to pull off my shirt, but she was multi-tasking with the leg thing and unbuttoning me all at the same time.
I held her steady even as I was more unsteady than I”d ever been. Everything was still mildly hazy around the edges.
I didn”t mind because Maya tasted like tequila and lime and a great time.
I snort-laughed at my internal rhyme but managed not to stop kissing her. I should add ability to rhyme to my resumé, that”s what I should do. Since my career was totally fucked, anyway, I”d make a new resumé, and I”d write it so it rhymed.
My manager would love that.
”What?” She pulled her mouth away from mine.
”Nothing.” I held her jaw in my palm and went back to kissing her.
She leaned away, breathing heavy. ”Seriously, why”d you laugh?”
”Because…” Okay, what the hell was I supposed to say? I ran my hand over my hair. ”I…” I sighed. ”I shouldn”t be thinking about my resumé while you”re unbuttoning me.”
She stared at me as though she realized she”d been having this tryst with The King himself, and she wasn”t sure what to do with that.
”You were thinking about your resumé?” She frowned as lines formed between her eyebrows. She crossed her arms.
I stepped toward her. ”It was a funny thought. That”s why I laughed, because there”s only room in my head for you, and nothing else makes sense.”
”That”s remarkably sweet.” She moved right back into unbuttoning my shirt. ”I can see why that would be funny.”
I walked her toward the bed. But it seemed like there might be two of them… I tried to refocus.
Shit.
My lack of momentum made her stumble slightly. I caught her.
Unfortunately, we both fell to the ground—her splayed on top of me.
I couldn”t help it. I stuck my face in her neck and laughed. She laughed right along with me until our eyes met, and nothing seemed funny anymore. No, things felt like they had clicked into place for the first time.
Ever, ever.
Surely, she felt that, too. I couldn”t be the only one.
Remember this…
Something deep down told me to hold onto the moment. A bone-deep something that I recognized as a gut feeling. One I shouldn”t ignore.
Remember this…
She went into focus and then out again. I shook away the feeling.
”You think they put something in those drinks?” I asked. I didn”t get quite this drunk off of one yardstick margarita.
”That”d be the tequila,” fuzzy, double Maya said against my mouth.
Not that the woman had grown fur or become two people. They couldn”t pour enough tequila to make that happen. Could they?
No. Clearly, no. Why would I even be thinking that? That made no sense. Time was being a funny asshole right now. Time felt fast and slow all at once, like someone had tried to fix the clock that was my life but was doing a shitty job of it, overcompensating each way.
The edges of life had a numb film that made me want to say, ”screw responsibility” and go down on this woman.
Which was pretty much what I was ready to do right here, right now, with Maya and that fuzzy double Maya right beside her, who I knew in my brain wasn”t real.
”How do we get to the bed?” she asked, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth.
”I don”t know,” I admitted. I didn”t want to move, not with her right there covering me. Her dress hiked up to her ass, and her slip of a shirt pulled lower.
No, I didn”t have a desire to get her to a bed. Instead of pushing myself up and getting us there, I traced my fingers over the back of her thighs, up to the curve of her ass. Holding her gaze with mine. Quirking an eyebrow in question.
Did you want this?
”Don”t stop there,” she said, squirming down until the center of her aligned with the tips of my fingers.
I smiled. Oh boy, did I smile, as I moved her thong underwear to the side and slid my finger along the seam between her legs.
She moaned, and I found the sweet bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs, rubbing it with two fingers as her breaths became uneven, and she rubbed against the long length of my erection.
I should stand up, carry her to a bed, and finish things there.
Tonight, I wasn”t very good at doing what I should do.
Remember this…
So instead of picking her up and taking her to the bed, I rolled, so she was on her back, and I was over the top of her.
Then I kissed my way along the edge of her body—over the fabric of her dress—and dipped my head between her legs to use my tongue as promised.
My fingers and tongue did their thing, while Maya”s hands splayed in my hair, giving direction in her not-so-subtle way.
Oh yes, I would remember this.
As her release took hold, and her body convulsed around my fingers, I glanced up at her arched body to her face to watch as she came for me.