“They always come here hoping to catch the movie stars leaving,” Cameron says dismissively. He grins at me. “You can blame yourself for looking too much like a movie star.”
Rachel giggles. “I agree.”
My arm tightens around her. This guy, movie star looks or not, can’t wait to get you in bed, baby.
As soon as we’re inside the car, I reach for her, pulling her into my arms and covering her lips with mine.
She’s like an explosive cocktail that goes right to my head. She kisses me back, small sounds spilling from her as her hands roam over my body.
Jesus!
Pulling away, I try to get some control of my desires. I’m panting and so is she. “I’ve been thinking about this all evening,” My voice is hoarse. “No, since we spoke on the phone earlier. I need to fuck you.”
She sighs. “Me too.”
“You’re going to give yourself to me. Every part of you.” I trail my lips down to her neck and her head falls back. I inhale the sweet scent of her skin and kiss the pulse beating in her throat. Mine. “I want you so much, Rachel, and I’m going to make you mine.”
Her eyes stay closed as I continue to trail my lips over her body. When the car stops outside the Rosemont Royal, I want to fly up to our floor. I maintain my composure until we’re inside our suite. Once there, I don’t wait a moment more. I mold her body to the wall and cover her lips with mine. She tastes like sex and desire, like everything I need.
She tears at her dress and it falls open. I toss my jacket away then my shirt, my lips still on hers.
She reaches for my waistband, fumbling with my pants as I slide her dress off her shoulders. Next is her bra. I free her breasts and they spill out, pink-tipped and beautiful.
Fuck.
I tug her panties down, and when the tiny bit of lace falls to her ankles, she is completely, totally naked.
And glorious.
I feast my eyes, barely noticing when she unfastens my pants. She strokes me through my briefs, and I can hardly take it.
Sliding one hand between her thighs, I can feel just how wet she is. I lift her off her feet and spread her legs around my waist, her back to the wall. She moves against me, rubbing her wet core on me, and I almost lose my mind.
“Landon,” she moans.
“Shh, baby.” I free my cock, and she squirms, her hips straining.
“Fuck me, Landon,” she says, breathless. “Fuck me now.”
With pleasure. I drive deep inside her. She tightens around me and my mind fractures. My whole being is centered on that point where our bodies are joined, and for as long as I’m inside her, there’s nothing else, only us, only sex, only this.
I take one nipple in my mouth, then the other. She makes a tortured sound, and I rock into her, deeper, harder, fucking her until she screams, coming hard and loud. I follow almost immediately, my climax hitting me harder than a speeding truck.
My legs are shaking, and I fall to my knees, still bearing her weight. She buries her face in my hair, breathing hard. I rise to my feet and carry her to my bedroom. I’m still inside her, still hard, and once I lay her on the bed, I start to pull away.
“Don’t.” Her arms tighten around me. “Don’t go.”
Truth is, I don’t want to. I don’t want to leave her side, ever. I slide my lips over hers, caressing her tongue with mine before placing kisses on her throat. After a few moments, I start to move, gazing at her face, watching her green eyes widen and dilate as I make love to her.
This is heaven. The thought comes as her moans fill my senses. We move together, perfectly joined, until she shudders and comes with a long, soft cry. My arms tighten around her, and soon, I’m coming too, letting go of everything except the pleasure she gives me.
I collapse on the bed beside her and pull her close, holding her in my arms until we both fall asleep.
Chapter 11
“Help me, Landon.”
I wake up with a start, an image of a burning car in my head, my mother’s voice distinct in my memories. Beside me, Rachel is still asleep, her hair spilling out on the pillows like a silk curtain. I place a kiss on her temple. She stirs but doesn’t awaken.