the hotel room door.
I slide one hand down her body, stopping to squeeze her waist before I grab the back of her thigh.
Skin as soft and smooth as silk awaits me.
My cock throbs as I urge her against me.
She purrs like a kitten when I tighten my fingers over the curve of her ass.
I feel lace panties. I want those on the floor.
“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” she whispers as her hands roam my shoulders before they slide down my arms.
I want to be a memory this woman will never forget so I kiss her again, deeper this time. My tongue seeks out more. I taste tequila mixed with mint and a sweet note that has to be just her.
I break the kiss and trail my lips over her cheek until they’re resting against her ear. “I’m aching for you.”
“I’m ready if you are,” she says in a breathy tone.
I hold back a chuckle. She’s a bundle of nerves. “We’re just getting started, angel. There are so many things I want to do with you.”
“Like what?” she asks in a whimper.
“We’ll start with this.” I move my hand to her waist and tug on the bottom of her tank top. I’ve been dying to see her tits all day. I can tell they’re more than a handful. “Take off your shirt.”
Her eyes widen as she takes a small step back. “I’m not perfect.”
Jesus. Where the fuck did that come from?
I cup her face in my hands and kiss her again. This time it’s slow and sensual. “You’re beautiful.”
Her lips curve up into a soft smile. “So are you.”
I watch as she grabs the hem of the shirt with both hands before she slides it up and over her head. The motion messes her hair. She’s already got a sexy just-fucked look and I’ve barely touched her.
“The bra too.” I fist my hands at my sides. I want to touch her, but I know if I do, I’ll lose it. I’ll carry her to the bed, slide on a condom and fuck her senseless.
I want that, but I want this more.
I have all night. She’s mine until the morning.
She slides her bra off in a rush, her hands darting to cover two plump breasts with high peaked nipples.
I reach forward and take her wrists in my hands. Resistance is there, but I tug them away from her skin. I don’t want her to shield anything from me.
It’s bad enough that I don’t know her name or how to reach her after tonight.
“Don’t cover yourself,” I hiss. “I want to see it all. I need to see it all.”
Her breath hitches as the resistance fades and I drop her hands.
I can’t stop myself when I lean forward and taste the spot between her tits. I run the tip of my tongue over the soft skin before I seek out her left nipple. I roll it in my fingers first, plumping it even more.
I glance at her face. Her eyes are heavy-lidded. I know she’s craving my body the same way I’m craving hers.
I close my lips around her nipple and lightly flick my tongue over the hard, tight point.
Her hands fall to my hair, fingers twisting in the strands, guiding me closer to her.