Chapter twenty-three
He was so comfortable in that restaurant that it became increasingly obvious that we weren't there just to impress me.
I had no ambitions of getting a boyfriend like that, to be honest, a boyfriend wasn't in my short-term plans. But my biggest fear was getting hurt. As much as he seemed to be being honest with me, and the twins' opinion influenced me a lot, he was a ruthless lawyer who used to win everything.
Would my heart be just another one of your prizes?
“I don't want to be just a challenge for a man who is used to having everything,” I said honestly, crossing my cutlery over my plate as I finished my meal.
It was very tasty, but I didn't know if it was worth what they charged for it.
“And I don't want to lose someone I care about again.”
“We seem to have reached an impasse.”
“I already see it as a common interest.” He leaned over the table, and I couldn't escape his gaze.
“Which one?”
“None of us wants to get hurt.”
“You're right. I don't want to.”
“Me neither.”
“So what do we do?”
“We try to stay true to that.”
I remained silent, looking at him and reflecting on everything we had talked about. The cards were on the table, and now it was up to us to decide what we would do next.
“Dessert?”
I said no.
“I'm pleased.”
“Then I'll ask for the check.”
“Okay.”
Thomas paid for dinner, and we headed for the restaurant entrance where the valet was already waiting with the car.
“Do you want me to take you somewhere?”
I didn't know exactly what he was expecting, but I answered the obvious:
“Home.”
“Okay.”
We got into the car, and I fastened the seat belt across my chest. It was tight, and I doubted it was because of the protection. Dinner was great, the food was good, and I ended up relaxing after a lot of chatting, but something was missing that made me uneasy. I tried with all my might to push that feeling away, but it came back with all its might, bothering me even more.
When he finally stopped at the entrance to my building, I unbuckled my seatbelt and grabbed the door handle to open it.
“The dinner was great, thank you very much.” I leaned over to leave, but he reached out and took my hand, preventing me from pushing the door open.
“Wait!”
“What was it?” It was a mistake to look at his eyes because they were so close to mine that they paralyzed me.
“I like it when I'm with you, and it's more than just a suggestion from my daughters.”
“I enjoy your company too,” I admitted, realizing that the anguish in my chest had subsided when I spoke the truth.
He let go of my hand on the car handle. I thought he was going to let me go, but instead, he pulled my face to his, and I was surprised by his mouth on mine, his tongue pushing its way through.
If there was any part of me that was against the situation, it was completely silenced by my desire to kiss him. I felt his goatee on my face as my hands went up to the back of his neck and grabbed his hair. I returned the kiss, which became more and more intense as we searched for the perfect fit between our mouths.
The taste of his lips was much better than I thought, or maybe the anticipation had made the moment even more incredible.
I was almost out of breath when he ran his mouth down my neck and bit down until he reached my cleavage.
“Thomas...” I gasped.
He raised his head and stared into my eyes in a way that was impossible to resist.
“I think I'd better go in.”
“Is that what you want?” He brought his mouth close to my ear and sent shivers down my spine.
“No...”
Definitely not what I wanted.
“Come with me...”
“The twins can't...”
“I'd better not take you to my house. Not today...”
I ended up nodding and realized that I could have left my wits at the restaurant.
Thomas gave me one more kiss, bit my lower lip, and started the car, driving away from where I was supposed to be. We headed back to Manhattan and were soon pulling into a hotel parking lot.
I didn't ask any questions because they would probably make me change my mind. I just followed him, and soon, we were in one of the suites.
He reached out, turned on one of the switches, and closed the door before pulling me in and squeezing me against one of the walls. Any possible protest was silenced by the weight of his mouth coming back to dominate mine and his palms going around my body and up my dress until he pulled it off my arms.
I had no bra on, and it took me a while to realize that he had left me in just my panties and shoes.
His teeth grazed the sensitive skin of my neck, and I threw my head back, slamming it against the surface and letting out a shriek. Waves that made me shiver and feel hot, all at once, started from where he touched me and radiated throughout my body.
The hairs of his goatee gave me a different kind of tickle that excited me even more, and I responded by rubbing my stiff nipples against the fabric of his jacket.
I let my hands slide from his shoulders to his chest to the buttons of the garment, opening it and pushing it to the floor.
Thomas slid his kisses down to the valley between my breasts and sucked on one of my nipples, causing me to dig my nails into his shoulders. I wiggled against the wall as he tasted one of my breasts and squeezed the other with a firm hand. His other hand, which was free, went down my belly and into my panties.
I clamped my mouth shut to stop myself from moaning when he unceremoniously opened the space between my labia majora and pressed down on my clitoris. I rolled over, begging for more, silently pleading with him to keep masturbating me while I fought the urge to moan.
Being in his arms was even better than I could have predicted.
Thomas ran his tongue up between my breasts, making my hair stand on end, and found his way back to my mouth. He made the kiss even hungrier while his finger was still inside my panties, inciting my pleasure and arousal.
I moved my thighs as far apart as I could without risking falling and allowed him to explore me.
It was possible to find heaven and hell at once with just one touch.
Thomas bit my mouth, pulling until it cracked, and I was panting when our eyes met. His pupils were dilated, tinging the deep blue with black, and I assumed he was as turned on as I was.
I didn't have long to spend staring at him because Thomas put both hands on my waist and turned me around, making me flatten myself against the wall so that my back was to him. He pulled down my panties and made them slip down around my shoes. On impulse, I thrust my ass out at him, and Thomas grabbed my buttocks, squeezing them in a way that made me moan. I tried, but I couldn't hold back the urge to roll over in his grip.
Her horniness and need for him were screaming louder than anything.
As soon as he let go of me, I heard the zipper of his pants and realized he was unzipping them. Thomas didn't bother to take off the rest of his clothes; he just pulled down his pants and took a condom out of his wallet. Once he had taken what he needed, he let the rest of the object fall out, along with the laminated plastic that was used to cover the condom.
He grabbed my waist and made me bend my ass even further before thrusting into me. In the midst of the penetration, I sprawled against the wall and dug my nails into the paintwork. Any noble intention of not moaning out loud was challenged when his body collided with my ass, causing a pop.
I threw my head back, resting it on his shoulder as my eyes rolled back in their sockets with deep pleasure.
I had even fantasized about what it would be like to have sex with him, but the reality was far better than my imagination.
His hand warmed me beyond belief as it trailed up the side of my body to grasp one of my exposed breasts.
I let out a little scream and dug my nails even deeper into the wall as he pushed in and thrust hard, molding my body to his. As the thrusts became more and more intense, the need to reach the apex became unbridled.
Thomas pulled out of me, but before I could protest, he turned me around. He pulled down his pants and underpants completely and kicked them away. I did the same with my panties, which were still at my feet, and prepared to start again when he grabbed my thighs and lifted me up. My back hit the wall the moment he brought us together again.
I lowered my head, searching for his mouth with moans as my trembling, slippery fingers tried to open the buttons of his shirt, which had fallen to the floor in the midst of his sex. He slid out, but before he thrust against me again, I brought my body to his in an increasingly uncontrolled need.
We were sweating and panting, our skins were sticking together from the friction, and all I could think about was reaching climax. I collapsed on his shoulders as the tension that was growing where we connected exploded in a wave so intense that it took my breath away for a few seconds. I was off balance, unable to think or breathe for a long time, but luckily, he was holding me up.
Wow!
After he came and put me on the floor, I wondered how a man with such a hard-on needed to pay someone to have sex with him. Of course, I wasn't thinking rationally, and it was all about the orgasm.
I held his sweaty chest and searched his eyes as my chest rose and fell, still panting.
Thomas tilted his head and gave me a quieter kiss.
“Let's go to bed.” He ran his fingertips down the line of my spine. I didn't know if it was the caress or the husky voice that tempted me more.