Chapter 16
Sixteen
Bailey
I don’t protest when he leans in, hot breath tickling my ear, and whispers, “Come with me.”
The hotel is bustling with wedding attendees and other patrons, but I don’t feel nervous as Knox pulls me through the crowds. He navigates his way down a hall, me in tow, with our hands clasped tightly together. I wish I knew his thoughts, but I’m also somewhat curious. I follow along quietly, my brows raising when we approach an unmarked door at the end of a long hall on the main floor.
“What is this? It’s not a hotel room,” I say, tickled by how amused he looks.
“Do you trust me?” he asks.
“Yes,” I say, and I do. I don’t know why; I can’t explain it. But somehow, deep down, I know I can trust him.
“Come on,” he says. He looks around to ensure no one’s watching us, then opens the door and pulls me inside. He shuts the door behind us, the room turning to complete darkness for a second as he fumbles around to find the light switch.
When he flicks it, I see we’re standing in an oversized storage closet. There are shelves stacked high with hotel amenities: toilet paper, boxes of miniature shampoo and soap bottles, and other bits and bobs a hotel would need. I feel a sudden surge of energy, excitement, and nervousness.
“Now, just why did you bring me in here?” I ask, shooting him a playful smile.
He gives me a mischievous look, but there’s a hunger in his eyes that creates a dampness between my thighs. “I just needed to get you alone for a second,” he says. He comes over and cups my face, tilting my head to the side and letting his lips graze along my outstretched neck. I shudder. “There were too many people on that dance floor for me to ravish you properly.”
“Is that what you’re wanting?” I ask breathily. “To ravish me?”
“Only if that’s okay with you, Miss Dennis.”
He trails kisses along my neck and behind my ear, my whole body aching with overwhelming desire. I let my hands land on his firm chest, the fabric of his suit jacket smooth against my fingertips. Despite the layers of his shirt and jacket, I can feel his muscular form, and I yearn to know what his arms and torso look like unclothed. But getting naked in the closet would be far too risky, and I’ve just met this man.
Haven’t I?
He nibbles my earlobe, causing me to moan loudly. I can feel how wet my panties are growing with every touch, and everything about him leaves me wanting more. My lips are parted when his mouth finds mine, and I am desperate to taste him again.
He kisses me hard and deep. Both his hands trail down the front of my dress, over my breasts, as his fingertips graze my nipples. I opted to go braless, and the satin lining of my dress rubbing against my hardening nipples only further drives me over the edge with need. I need him inside me, but what would he think of a woman he just met trying to fuck him in a storage room?
His hands continue on their path downward, toying with the hem of my dress a bit before hiking it up over my thick thighs and resting it on my hips. He presses one hand against the front of my panties, and a desperate squeak escapes me, my entire body pulsing at his touch. His fingers tease me as he rubs me through the thin fabric.
“Please,” I whisper against his mouth, my lips trembling.
“Please?”
“Please … touch me,” I tell him.
He hooks the side of my panties with a finger and moves them aside, then slips his finger into my opening. I cry out at how good it feels. His palm presses against my clit and pushes the finger in deeper, my walls clasping down around him.
“You’re very wet, Bailey,” he says, his voice hardly more than a growl in my ear.
“Yes,” I say, hardly able to form words. “Yes.”
He slips his finger out, and I sigh at the unwelcome emptiness. He grabs my panties in both hands and rolls them down until they’re around my ankles, crouching down so I can gingerly step out of them. Then he shoves them in his jacket pocket and stands back up, facing me with those gray eyes.
“You’re so beautiful,” he says, and I giggle.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah,” he says, “you are.” One of his hands grabs my bum and squeezes, pulling me forward until his groin is pressing against my stomach. “Can you feel that?” I can feel how rock-hard his cock is through his pants, and I want nothing more than to take it out and have him.
As if he’s read my mind, he unzips his pants and undoes his belt. He lets them hang open as he tugs his underwear down just enough for his cock to spring free, the size and thickness of it makes me all the wetter.
He grabs my hips and pulls me forward, my dress still hiked up and leaving me completely exposed. My heels make me the perfect height for my pussy to rub along his bare cock, his hands using my hips to guide me up and down his length.
But he doesn’t go inside.
His shaft is glistening with my juices, and all I want is to feel him pressing his way deep inside me. “Please,” I ask again, but he shakes his head.
“I don’t want our first time to be in here,” he says.
“First?” I ask, but the question is quickly forgotten when he kisses me. His hand returns to my groin, this time two fingers pressing past my lips and filling me. “Ohhh,” I moan as his fingers work magic. “Oh, fuck.”
“I won’t fuck you in here,” he says, “but I will make you come for me.”
His words open the floodgates as I buck my hips forward and bury his fingers inside me. I grind my clit against his palm as he stretches me, and it takes about seven seconds for my body to begin to shake with an overwhelming climax.
“Oh god, I’m coming! I’m coming, Knox!”
“Good,” he says, “come for me.”
When I finally stop convulsing and am trying to catch my breath, he takes his fingers out of me and pops them in his mouth. He licks them clean, then kisses me hard. It’s something Zach would have never done, but it’s so, so hot and makes me want to do more with Knox.
A lot more.
“There you are!” Cassie cries. “Where were you hiding?” She looks between Knox and me and cocks her head. “Never mind. Come on, the after party is starting in my room upstairs! You have to come open the first bottle of champagne with me!”
I give Knox an apologetic wave. “Guess I have to go. Sorry.”
“That’s okay,” he says. “Go have fun. I’m sure I’ll see you around.”
Somehow, I believe it.