“Oh, you noticed?” There’s irritation in his tone that I don’t appreciate.
“What does that mean?”
“Every time I looked over, you were on your phone.”
“And? Did I miss the part in our agreement where I had to cheer you on?” Anger is laced in my own voice and I hate it. We’ve never been this way with each other.
“Oh, so what do you want, a contract?”
The taxi stops outside the hotel. Aiden hands the driver some cash and opens the door. This time he doesn’t hold out his hand for me. There are paps and crowds of women outside the hotel, and we’ve arrived at the same time as the bus of players. I don’t know why Aiden didn’t ride with his teammates if he was going to be this way with me.
Women are screaming and calling the names of all the players. Camera flashes go off and it’s all a little disorienting.
“Drake!” Ford calls. “Captain!”
The team obviously started celebrating in the bus. Aiden walks over and I can tell that the guys are on cloud nine after their win. Some of the players wander over to the women, and they welcome a few of them to join them inside the hotel.
I roll my eyes and walk into the lobby. Whatever, I don’t care what the hell he does.
I’m waiting for the elevator when Aiden comes up behind me. I know it’s him because he’s so close I can smell his cologne. A few other players I don’t know wait with us, but they’re too occupied with the giggling women who are all over them.
“We’re heading to the bar on the top floor. Interested?” one guy asks Aiden.
“Maybe in a bit.”
We all step into the elevator, but more players pile in, leaving me in the back corner with Aiden at my back. His hands steady me, holding my hips, and my back ends up pressed to his chest. It’s all too much. I feel overwhelmed, like I’m suffocating. His fingers flex on my hips and his mouth comes down close to my ear.
“I’m sorry,” he whispers, though he could probably talk normally and no one would hear him since these guys are so loud. “Forgive me for being a dick?”
His hot breath on my neck stirs all the sexual tension between us, stokes the glowing embers into a steady flame. My body feels wound tight and the space between my thighs tingles with anticipation and need.
I look over my shoulder and he’s right there, his light stubble on his cheek scraping mine. “Why were you acting like that?”
“Because I want you so bad I can’t see straight. I want you under me, over me, in the shower, bent over the bed. Any way I can get you. Do you really not see that?”
I say nothing, my breathing heavy, my gaze locked with his. His hands slide up under the hem of my Fury sweatshirt and he grabs the weight of my heavy breasts in each hand. My body gives in and I fall back against him, allowing him to do what he wants in this elevator filled with his teammates.
His mouth comes down on my neck and he licks his way up to my earlobe. “Tell me you want me too.”
I remain silent and he pinches my nipples as though he doesn’t accept that as an answer. My back arches, an invitation for him to continue, but the elevator stops. Aiden’s hands slowly slide down and off my body.
A few players get out, saying they’ll see everyone at the bar. That leaves us with the guys who picked up the puck bunnies.
“Maybe we’ll see you up there,” one guy says, his hand blatantly on the ass of the woman he just met.
“Yeah, maybe,” Aiden answers and adjusts himself behind me right before the elevator stops on my floor. “I have to get my bag and head down to Maksim’s room anyway. Maybe later.”
He nudges me to step out of the elevator. Once we’re both out, I start to walk down the hall, but he grabs my hand and tugs me back, caging me against the wall.
“Answer the question, Saige.”
I look at him, desperate to feel those hands on me again. So I finally do what I’ve wanted to since I met him. I give in.
“I do,” I answer.
“You do what?” He doesn’t lay one finger on me and my skin burns to feel his touch once more.
“I want you, Aiden. I want you so bad it aches.”
His mouth descends on mine and his tongue slides in. I lose all control, my hands rising and linking behind his neck. I’m ready to be his sex slave.
He strips his mouth off of mine. “Not here. I want you all to myself.” Then he’s dragging me down the hallway.
I put the key card on the lock and the green light is like a flashing go sign because Aiden opens the door, leads me inside, and slams it shut seconds before my back is against the wall again. His hands are on either side of my face while those eyes of his practically devour me.
God, I’m so screwed.
Chapter Twenty
Saige
His mouth captures mine in a mix of passion and dominance. My hands fall behind me, trying to grip a wall with no edges.
“I’ve waited forever for this,” he mumbles. His mouth falls to my neck as he turns my head in the direction he wants. Lifting my sweatshirt, he pulls it up over my head with my help, then presses my hands to the wall above my head. “Stay there.”
His head nuzzles my tits in my cami. Once he feels I won’t betray him and move my hands, he inches my cami up and over my tits, leaving the fabric to lay just above them. Falling down my body, Aiden massages my tits, sucks my nipples, and buries his face between them.
“Please,” I beg, needing more.
Aiden finally lifts the cami completely off of me. “What do you want? Tell me.”
He falls to his knees in front of me, unbuttoning my jeans and tugging them down my legs. I kick off my shoes and he takes off one sock at a time before wrangling my jeans down and off my body. Leaving me naked. He stares at my center with hunger in his eyes.
Before I can blink, his hands grab my ass, pulling me off the wall a bit so he can bury his face between my legs. He inhales while I watch him with a pulsing need to feel his tongue on me. He doesn’t disappoint, sucking my clit into his mouth. He raises his hand and smacks my ass, spurring me to arch and offer myself to him.
He brings one leg over his shoulder and manipulates my pussy with his mouth before drawing back and inserting his middle finger inside me. He watches himself move in and out while my head falls to the wall. He’s a master at this. Throwing his suit coat off, he leaves it on the floor, burying his head in my pussy again while his finger continues to glide in and out of me.
“Right there. Don’t stop,” I pant, my breathing labored. Never did I think I’d be here with Aiden Drake right now. How did I ever deny myself him in the first place?
He takes me over the edge and my one hand strays, falling down to grip his hair as I shamelessly grind against his face. But his groans tell me he doesn’t care, he’s enjoying every bit of this, which only brings my orgasm to the brink faster.
“Oh god,” I murmur, coming with a jolt before a pulsing wave flows through my body.
Damn, he’s good. Better than good.
Climbing my body, his mouth covers mine and I taste myself on his tongue. My fingers manipulate his clothes, getting his tie and dress shirt off, then working on his pants. He toes out of his dress shoes and working as a team, we get him naked. He guides us to the bed, him sitting on the edge and me standing between his legs.