CHAPTER 6
As soon as the elevator doors seal us into privacy, he backs me up into the wall with his hips. He pins me there and kisses me like he’s starved, like he can’t wait until we get to my room. He drives his hips toward me, and I can’t wait, either.
Lust presses thrills all the way through me, starting at the tips of my toes and exploding, fuzzing my brain and muddying my senses. I hold onto his arms not because I’m caught in the moment of lust but because I need to. I need him to hold me up and balance me, because just his kiss is enough to bring me to my knees.
If he bangs anything like he kisses, well, I’m in for a real treat.
His fingers start trailing up my torso. They stop short of my breast, and my nipple tightens with need.
We practically jog down the hall once the elevator doors open, and of course since it’s a wraparound terrace suite, it’s at the far end of the hallway.
“Nice place,” he says once I let us into my room, and then he kicks the door shut behind him.
A brief beat of awkwardness falls between us.
We’re here in my room now, and it’s time for the sex, and...shit. I don’t have any condoms.
“Uh,” I start. “I just realized that I don’t have any condoms.”
He chuckles, and then he reaches into his pocket and produces a handful.
My eyes widen, and I press my lips together and tilt my head as I try to think through the best response to the fact that the stranger I just invited to my hotel room to sleep with has a pocketful of condoms.
“I don’t typically carry this many around,” he protests before I even get a chance to say anything. “My buddies wanted me to get laid tonight and they kept throwing them at me during dinner. Jokes on them, though, since I actually need one.”
I raise a brow and lift a shoulder. “Maybe two.”
He grins, and it’s that smile that absolutely kills me.
“So how does this work?” I ask stupidly. I want him to kiss me again, but I don’t know him well enough to read his signals.
His brows dip down. He shoves the condoms back in his pocket, and then he makes a circle with a finger and a thumb on one hand and pokes a finger from his other hand through it. “Insert tab A into slot B.”
I laugh and rest my hands on my hips.
“Do you really not know how it works?” he asks, his brows drawn together in confusion. “Weren’t you fired while you were having sex?”
“I know how sex works,” I say with a touch of exasperation. “I just don’t know how one-night stands work.”
“Pretty much the same as regular sex, I think.”
“Have you had one before?” I ask.
He lifts a shoulder and has the grace to look a little sheepish. “Yeah.”
“All right, then. Get over here and pop my one-night stand cherry.”
He doesn’t waste any time before he pounces. He practically rips my dress over my head and sends it flying in one direction, and I kick off my heels then reach for the bottom of his shirt.
I’m a little slower. A little more nuanced.
And it’s like unwrapping the sexiest present I’ve ever received.
As I pull his shirt up, I reveal muscle after muscle after muscle and then a solid, expansive chest. I toss his shirt on the ground and stare at his physique. It’s muscled. It’s ridged. It’s hard. It’s glorious.
I may drool a little.
My eyes flick up to his, and he’s watching me carefully. “I, uh, work out a lot.”
I laugh. “It would appear so.” I run a hand up and down my torso sort of like I’m one of those models on The Price is Right and I’m showing off the merchandise. “I do not.”
His eyes flick to my chest, over my stomach, and to my panties. “You’re gorgeous,” he murmurs, and then he takes a step toward me, and another, and then he reaches for me and pulls me against him. His skin is smooth and warm as he crushes my body to his, and then his mouth crashes back down to mine. He flicks the snap on my bra and it falls open in the back. He runs his fingertips up my spine until they tangle up into my hair, and my chest lights with anticipation.
He moves back and I shimmy out of my bra, and then he slides my panties down my legs. He moves slowly, and he runs his tongue along the inside of my thigh as he does it.
I shiver.
He pushes me back until my knees hit the bed, and I sit. He kneels between my legs and looks up at me for a beat, like he’s checking whether it’s okay to do as he pleases with me, and I offer a small smile through the lust. Looking down into his eyes when he’s like this—his body lean and powerful, his eyes heavy—causes need to pulse through me. The ache between my legs grows nearly unbearable.
And then he dives in face-first. I grip the comforter with both hands as he licks his way through me, dipping his tongue inside before flattening it over my clit, and holy shit it feels so damn good. Pleasure courses through me as one carnal thought that I need this man inside me plagues my mind.
I mutter incoherent words of encouragement as my moans of pleasure fill the silence in the room. He adds a finger to what he’s doing, and I grip onto his hair, that thick, luscious hair that I’ve wanted to touch since I first saw him. It’s like his tongue was made to pleasure my body. The coil springs loose and I see a million fireworks and stars as I squeeze my eyes shut and my body flies into an intense, mind-blowing climax.
When it starts to slow and I realize I’m pulling on his hair, I let go. “Sorry,” I murmur as I collapse back, my eyes closed as I try to recover from the high.
He laughs as I pant. I open one eye and see him still kneeling between my legs. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, and why the hell is that so damn sexy? Maybe because the back of his hand will smell like me now, like in some way I’ve marked my sex territory.
But he’s not my territory—at least not beyond tonight. And that thought is somehow very freeing after everything that happened this week.
I want Hot Luke to slam into me from behind while I claw at the window. I want to do whatever he wants me to do so I can please him the way he just pleased me.
He’s already made me come once, and he’s still wearing his jeans.
That’s just not okay.
So I sit up and tug his arms with the signal that he should stand. I’m eye-level with his stomach, and I lean forward and kiss that gorgeously ridged abdomen of his. Then I trail kisses down toward his jeans. I unbuckle his belt and pop the button. Before I reach in and see the goods, I rub my hand along the outside of his pants.
My heart races when I feel the thick steel hidden in there.
He doesn’t make a sound, but when I glance up at him, his neck is corded and his head is tipped back as he relishes the feel of a woman touching him.
I lower his zipper and then I reach in. He groans as I pull him out, and then just like he dove face first into pleasuring me, I lick my way down his long shaft before I take him all the way to the back of my throat.
I pull back and then suck him back in, and his fingers tangle in my hair. When I repeat the motion again, this time he holds my head in place for a beat. A guttural growl rises out of his chest, and then he lets my head go.
Holy shit.
That was hot.
I lick up and down his shaft, and then he reaches under my arms and pulls me to standing.