Chapter Three
Remy
I’m more in tune with Raven than she realizes.
With my heart in my throat, I watched her hesitancy as I waited for her to decide whether to come upstairs with me.
Now that she has, I’m not going to tread lightly.
The worst thing I can do is give her the chance to think…
and run. I need her engaged and with me the whole way.
I let us into the hotel room and the door slams shut behind us.
I toss the key onto the dresser, turn and see her looking around the luxurious room before her gaze lands on me.
Aware of her captivated stare, I shrug off my tuxedo jacket and lay it over the nearest chair, then undo the bow tie, slide one side around and off my neck, and place it beside the key card. Cuff links come next.
All the while, she watches, her lips slightly parted, her cheeks flushed with desire. I undo my cuffs before releasing each button on the shirt until the garment hangs open at my sides. Her stare comes to rest on my bare chest.
Yeah. She’s all in. I cross the room to where she stands, brace my hands on her hips, and yank her against me, the hard length of my erection rubbing against her stomach.
“Remy,” she says on a moan.
My name on her lips has my cock standing at attention, wanting out of the confines of my pants. “I’m all yours, sweetheart.”
Her eyes dilate at the endearment, and she grasps my lapels, clearly wanting to take off my shirt. Helping, I shrug it down my shoulders and onto the floor.
She reaches for the opening of my trousers but I grasp her hands, stopping her before she can release me.
She purses her lips in a pretty pout. “But I want to see.”
I grin. “And you will. But I want my fill of you first.” And if she touches me, I might just come in her hand. “Turn around,” I say, my voice as gravelly as I’ve ever heard it, desire a live pulsing being in my veins.
She does as I ask and with her hair already up, I easily lean in, breathing in her delicate peach scent.
Closing my eyes, I savor being so close to what I want.
I press my lips to her soft skin before flicking open the clasp and easing the gown off her body, leaving her in a pair of tiny silk panties and high silver heeled sandals.
Her skin is flawless, a creamy vision that has me pulling in a deep, calming breath.
She turns to face me, giving me my first look at her perfect breasts. Not more than a handful, which allowed her to ditch the bra, she’s my fantasy come to life and I seal my lips over hers.
She moans and our tongues tangle, giving me the go-ahead. And when she slides her fingers into my hair, holding me in place, my heart slams hard inside my chest.
I walk her backward until her back hits the wall.
I take in her heavy-lidded gaze, then pull one of her legs up so she cradles my dick, my solid erection rubbing against her pussy.
Her breathing changes, small pants along with little gasps, so I move faster, giving her what she needs.
I want to watch as she comes apart before I’m too far gone to see.
I need that connection with her, something that shows me this is more than just hot sex, though it is that.
Lifting my hand, I cup one breast in my palm and work her nipple with my thumb and forefinger, pinching and releasing the tight bud. And she begins to writhe against me, harder and faster, her urgency feeding my desire.
“Take what you need,” I coax her, rubbing my cock against her covered sex.
“Oh God, so good. More,” she demands. I pinch her nipple hard and she lets go, rocking against me, her body trembling as her climax nears.
Knowing I’m about to come in my slacks, I replace my cock with my palm and rub the heel of my hand against her soaked panties, giving her pressure and friction, until she shatters.
“Remy!” She screams my name and her orgasm rushes over her, her hands gripping my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin.
I watch her come, her cheeks flushed, lips damp and parted. Fuck, she’s gorgeous.
When her tremors subside, I step back and unhook my pants, stripping them off along with my boxer shorts, my stiff cock finally free.
Precome beads on the head. Pulling in a harsh breath, I gripped the base tight and groan at the sensation that rushes through me.
In an attempt to stave off a premature orgasm, I force myself to count to ten and not think about the beautiful woman I’ve just made come.
When I open my lids, I see Raven staring, eyes wide… panties and shoes off, leaving her completely nude. Ready for me.
I step forward and seal my lips over hers, causing her head to hit the wall and a giggle to escape.
“Sorry, sweetheart. You okay?” I ask.
“Not yet… but I will be.” She slides her hands between us and nudges my arm away so she can encircle my cock with her smaller hand, clasping me as best she can.
I set my jaw, letting her have her way, and she pumps her hand up and down my shaft, swiping her thumb over the sensitive head.
“Enough,” I grit out. “Unless you want this to end without my cock inside you.”
“Not a chance,” she says and immediately releases her grip.
I lift her leg, giving myself access to that sweet pussy, but just as I rub myself at her entrance she stills.
“Condom,” she reminds me.
I rear back in surprise. Shit. I’ve never wanted anyone badly enough to forget protection. Bending down, I grab my pants, find my wallet in a pocket, and pull out a condom. “Two,” I say as I reveal both in my hand.
Once I’ve covered myself, I reposition us, grabbing her leg and setting myself at her entrance once more. I meet her gaze and see a hint of vulnerability there, one I’ve never associated with Raven, and an unfamiliar pang squeezes my chest.
Tonight I’ve seen glimpses of the real woman behind the professional facade she normally keeps in place. She’s joked with me, stood up to me, and showed me raw emotion. And I like it. All things I’ll have to think about later because she raises her hips and I thrust deep, stilling inside her.
The warmth and sweetness of her pussy envelopes me and I take a moment to savor the tight grip of her sex, the warmth of her body. And the need for her alone. I brush a kiss over her lips before I begin to move, sliding out and plunging back in.
We’re joined in an explosion of need. She meets each thrust, taking all I have and giving back in return. Over and over, I drive into her, need spiraling inside me. My balls draw up and my spine tingles. I’m about to come, something I won’t let happen until she climaxes first.
Remembering how she came before, I cup one breast in my hand and tweak her nipple hard. She shakes, rubbing herself against me each time I slam deep, and then she stills, moans, and comes apart in my arms.
Two more thrusts and I join her, rocking her against the wall until my legs feel like Jell-O and it’s hard to hold her up along with myself. Still inside her, I focus on getting my breathing to regulate so I can take off the condom and get us into bed.
I lift my forehead off hers and meet her gaze, unable to read her expression. Is she with me or feeling regret?
Before I can ask if she’s okay, she grabs my face in her hands and kisses me full on the lips. And the world as I know it tilts on its axis.
* * *
Raven
I don’t sleep. It’s not because Remy and I stumbled into bed for a repeat performance, though we did. And it’s not because I let myself indulge in all things Remy Sterling. No, I toss and turn beside him because of that kiss I gave him while he was still inside me after our first time.
I went into this wanting to chalk the whole night up to a one-time thing but that kiss and the expression on his face told me he has real feelings. And so do I. Too bad I can’t let myself enjoy them.
I sigh and glance at his handsome profile.
He breathes in and out, sleeping easily.
But he doesn’t have a past that’s going to return and destroy the life he’s built.
My sociopath brother might be in prison now but he won’t stay there forever.
The last thing he said after I testified against him was, I’ll get even.
And Lance never says anything he doesn’t mean.
I’ve already moved twice after he sent men who got out of prison before him to stop by and reiterate his warning.
Lance means business and I can’t risk having feelings for anyone.
Because if my brother figures out I care for someone, that I have a weakness, he’ll hurt them in order to get to me. He’s done it once before.
And the last person I want hurt is Remy.
This whole night was probably one big error in judgment and though I can’t bring myself to regret it, I can’t repeat it, either.
My chest is heavy as I contemplate leaving before he wakes up, but I’m stronger than that. The least I can do is face him after such a spectacular night. Besides, I’ll have to see him at work on Monday anyway, I think and let out a sigh.
“I can hear you thinking,” Remy says, his voice deep and amused.
He wouldn’t be if he knew what I’ve been considering. I push myself up and lean against the pillows and headboard, pulling the sheet over my breasts.
“No need to hide, sweetheart. I’ve already seen… and tasted all of you.”
My cheeks burn at the memory of him doing exactly that. “Listen, Remy. Last night was amazing but—”
“No buts. We had fun. Don’t overthink things. Okay?”
All I do is overthink, I think.
I meet his gaze and am struck hard by how sexy he looks with his extra morning scruff and mussed hair. The desire to run my fingers through the light sprinkling of hair on his chest is strong but I refrain.
I manage a nod. If he’s going to take things so lightly, that makes it easier for me to, as well. Though, with the way he’s studying me through narrowed eyes, and knowing he has a shrewd personality, I’m not one hundred percent sure I believe his nonchalance.
But I’ll go with it. “Good. I’m glad we agree.” I remove the sheet and slide out of the bed, not surprised when he grasps my wrist.
“There’s no reason to rush, is there? I can think of more fun things we can do this morning.”
The tenor in his deep voice rumbles through me in the sexiest way and it’s so hard not to slide back beneath the sheets along with him.
“I would… but I can’t.” I know I have to give him something akin to the truth. “My life is way more complicated than you know and it’s just better if I go,” I say, pushing myself to my feet, aware of my nudity.
“Okay.”
Okay? I spin around and wish I hadn’t. He’s sitting back, arms crossed over his broad chest, completely masculine and sexy. And he’s watching me, a barely-there smirk on his handsome face.
“Change your mind?” he asks.
I shake my head and rush to dress in my gown from last night before I do as he asked and join him in bed.