Chapter Three #2
Once inside, she placed her purse down on the dresser and looked around the room. It wasn’t much. Simply a king-sized bed in a standard hotel room. Russ had offered to have me stay with him tonight, but with his house under renovation, I’d preferred the hotel. Now I was glad I’d booked a room.
Not wanting to waste another moment, I reached out, pulling her into my arms and taking her lips again.
I forced myself to take things slowly despite being exceedingly anxious to see her without her clothes. All the talk in the bar made me want to take my time. But she’d been wrong when she’d said anticipation was the peak, for I fully intended that to be only the beginning.
My mouth broke free from hers, moving to her neck and throat.
Her skin was incredibly soft. When I touched my lips behind her ear, a shiver snaked down her body, letting me know she was enjoying my slow seduction.
My hands moved down to settle on her ass.
And what a glorious ass it was. Unable to hold back any longer, I decided to compromise on the idea of slow.
“I need to see you. Without these clothes.”
She stepped away, a sexy smile curving her lips.
Starting with her shirt, she untucked it from her waistband and undid one button at a time, exposing a sexy red lace bra.
More delectable skin was revealed when the fabric hit the floor.
Next, she flipped up one calf after the other to take off her heels.
What could’ve been a clumsy gesture turned out to be a well-choreographed seduction.
Once that was done, her fingers reached down to unfasten her jeans.
But I stepped forward to take over the task. Our gazes locked while I worked her zipper down and peeled the denim from her hips. Our eyes stayed on each other as my hand slid under the lace of her panties to discover she was perfectly groomed to only a landing strip. “Fuck, you’re wet.”
My entire body shook with desire from the one touch. Watching her close her eyes at the contact was almost my undoing. As much as I’d have loved to finger her to an orgasm now, I wanted to be able to feast my eyes on her first, so I removed my hand.
“Tease.”
“Not for long.” I shimmied her jeans down until they were a puddle at her feet, which allowed her to step out of them.
In just her bra and—good Lord—a red thong to match, she was the most stunning woman I’d ever seen.
I was about to utter those words when they died on my lips.
She’d reached back and flicked the clasp of her bra, exposing her breasts.
I might as well have swallowed my tongue. In front of me where the most spectacular tits I’d ever seen. Cupping them only proved they were one hundred percent natural.
“My best feature,” she murmured.
Although it was tough to take my gaze from them, I looked down, taking in her flat stomach and the flare to her hips.
All that was left of her clothes was the tiny scrap of lace that served as a thong.
When my gaze finally tracked up to her face, I saw something.
A sliver of insecurity before she pasted on another smile.
The momentary expression was such a departure from what I’d witnessed of her in the bar that I reached out, tipping her chin.
“You okay?”
For a moment she wavered, but then she murmured, “Yeah. Perfect.”
For the first time all night, I felt I was getting a peek below the surface of Layla. A glimpse of vulnerability that made me desire her all the more. But as quickly as it appeared, it vanished.
“Shall we return to where we were?” She reached out to rub the front of my jeans.
“Yes. Take off your thong.”
She didn’t hesitate. Unabashed about her impending nudity, she hooked her thumbs in the sides and—whoosh went my breath.
Her body was the type that made me want to worship it. She was absolute perfection. “You’re gorgeous,” I whispered, finally meeting her eyes.
“Mm. Your turn.”
Nope. Not a chance. Because I was already in serious jeopardy of having a real quick finish. “Not yet. Get on the bed. Let me look at you.”
I could tell by the flash in her eyes she was a fan of me taking charge. Good. So was I.
She did as I asked, lying on the mattress and thus giving me the view I’d craved ever since watching her walk through the bar door tonight. I’d been with beautiful women, but Layla was on an entirely different level. The level fantasies were made of. And I was certainly about to indulge in mine.
“Spread your legs. Get comfortable.”
She grabbed a pillow, situating it under her head so she could watch me. The action furthered my need to taste her immediately.
Although I would’ve preferred to take my time and tease her, starting with her legs, I didn’t have the patience.
Instead I dove directly for her pussy, inhaling the scent as if it was a drug and I was an addict needing a hit.
My tongue snaked out, running the length of her while I parted her knees wider.
I glanced up just in time to see her pretty mouth form a circle and her eyes close at the sensation.
Using my fingers, I penetrated her slowly, savoring the way she was snug against them.
She didn’t disappoint with her reaction of an erotic moan.
Deciding to up the ante, I curled my fingers up toward her outer wall, searching for the right spot.
Once I found it, I descended with my lips and tongue, eating her with an intensity that had her shaking and panting.
“Oh God, oh God,” she chanted, arching her hips while gripping the bedsheets to keep herself from thrashing.
It was the sexiest image I’d ever seen in my life.
But it had nothing on the expression I put on her face while I watched her explode for me.
She looked completely undone. As good as that had been, it wasn’t enough. I needed another.
“Too much,” she cried out.
But her body was already responding, tensing up with the tautness that came before it would completely let go in another climax. “One more for me. Let me taste you.”
This time, my fingers did the work on her clit while I pierced her with my tongue, lapping up the evidence of her last orgasm while bringing her to the precipice of her next.
Her shrill scream was cut off with a muffled sound.
I realized she’d grabbed the pillow, shoving it over her mouth to keep from waking the entire fifth floor.
It was a shame, really. I would’ve loved to have her somewhere she could shake the walls if she’d wanted to.
After wiping my mouth with my hand, I crawled up her body, kissing and licking her flat stomach and reveling in the smoothness and sweet taste of her skin. My cock was steel. My skin was feverish with the sensation of her naked body against it.
She watched me with hooded eyes, showing both sated desire and anticipation. As soon as I took a nipple into my mouth, her back arched. I loved that her breasts were sensitive. How incredible they were, with rosy nipples I was certain I’d dream about.
“You’re perfect.”
Instead of smiling at the compliment, she laid her hand along my face. “Part of the illusion. Now kiss me.”
I obliged before she gave her next command.
“Get naked.”
She didn’t have to ask twice. I stood up, unbuttoning my shirt first and then fisting my T-shirt over my head.
I didn’t miss the way her gaze feasted on my chest. Next, I unfastened my belt and unbuttoned my jeans, pushing them down with my boxers in one sweep.
But unfortunately, my sexy striptease didn’t take into account the fact I was still wearing socks and shoes.
I had to abruptly bend down to remedy the situation, causing her to giggle.
“That didn’t go as smoothly as I pictured in my head,” I admitted sheepishly, moving to stand at the side of the bed.
“I’m not complaining, considering the view.” She rose to her knees, inching toward me and touching my chest. The way she looked up at me with those emerald-green eyes was incredibly erotic.