RYAN
Say yes, say yes, say yes.
I don’t blink, not wanting to miss a single thing she does.
When she licks her lips and nods, I consider throwing her over my shoulder and running out of here with her.
“Say it, Harper. I want to hear the words.”
Her lips part at my command, and she swallows. “Take me back to your hotel room, Ryan. Please.”
Those words are music to my ears, and I incline my head. “As you wish.”
We grab our things and stumble out of the bar into the cold New York City air. I was prepared to walk, but by some miracle we’re able to jump into a cab that just dropped someone off.
My dick is pushing hard against my fly, and I thank the stars that the hotel is only a short drive away. I place our intertwined hands on Harper’s bouncing leg, brushing up her thigh until I reach the hem of her dress.
The car stops, and I let go of Harper so I can pay the driver.
Once we’re inside the hotel, we speed walk across the ornate golden foyer and head straight for the elevators.
My nerves are all firing off with the subject of my desire being within my grasp.
We step into the empty elevator side by side, and the urge to touch her becomes so strong that I pull her toward me.
Harper must have had the same thought because she half jumps into my waiting arms and circles hers around the back of my neck. Our mouths are in the same breathing space, and I’m about to close the last distance when the elevator pings and the doors open.
Harper giggles and takes a few steps back. “Which room number?”
I get my room key from my pocket to double-check and tell her, “Six fifty-eight.”
Harper looks at the signs that show my room is on the left while she takes off her heels. She holds them tightly in one hand and turns around with a wide grin on her face.
That’s all the warning I get before she snatches the card out of my hand and takes off down the hallway. “Come and get me.”
For a few seconds, I stare after her, completely dumbfounded. Then my brain, and my reflexes, kick in, and I chase after her.
This woman is as unexpected as she’s beautiful.
I slow down as she reaches my room and puts the key card in the door slot.
The red light changes to green, and the door opens. Now it’s my time to play. I charge toward Harper and catch her around the waist. She squeals and wiggles while I throw her over my shoulder to cross the threshold. Inside, I hit the light switch but keep it dim.
The door shuts behind me with a loud click, and I walk straight for the beige king-sized bed and gently drop Harper in the middle of it. The second she hits the mattress, she laughs, flips over on her belly, and scrambles away.
Too bad for her that I’m a lot faster.
I grab her by the ankles and drag her back toward me. Her dress rides up in the process, exposing the underside of her barely covered ass.
Fuck me. It’s full and round and absolutely perfect.
“Noooo.” She chuckles and squirms but stills the second I move from her ankles to her butt cheeks, kneading both at the same time.
The moan she lets out is like an adrenaline shot straight to my groin.
Harper wiggles her butt, her dress riding up even farther. It’s all the way up to her waist now, and I’m not going to pretend I feel bad about it. She pushes her lower body against my hands, only aiding my brain cells to move south faster.
She doesn’t hold back, and I love that. Is she as desperate for me as I am for her?