“If you wear something that shows off those creamy beautiful legs, those round gorgeous tits, and your ass… your juicy, juicy fucking ass, I won’t be able to stop. So you have to be sure, Hallie.”
“I am sure,” I say, ignoring the shivering note inside of me. “I want this.”
Think. Of. Dad.
But I can’t. That’s the treacherous truth.
All I can think about is the heat in Hayden’s voice and the fact we’re finally going beyond the phone again.
Just like that first night.
Except this time, we won’t stop.
There’s no way to justify this, no way to reason it away. We said we’d wait, then we failed. So then we said we’d only do phone stuff…
And we’re failing, right here, unable to stop.
We know it’s wrong.
“Get here quickly,” I say, walking over to my closet and opening it up, wondering if I even have any sexy clothes.
“I am,” he growls.
I get the sense he knows why I asked him to do that.
He understands I need him here before I can think about it too much so that vignettes of dad or visions of how bad I’m going to be in bed don’t paralyze me.
“We’re going to be together soon,” he goes on.
“I can’t wait,” I say as I take a dress from my closet.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Hayden
My hand is on the small of her back as we ride the elevator up.
I make sure not to move it too low, my breath coming fast, hot, my whole body pulsing and burning with the need to take her, take her now.
The car ride was like torture, forcing myself not to touch her as she sat in her long coat, buttoned all the way up, not giving me a preview of what she was wearing.
She makes a moaning noise as I guide her into the hallway, the elevator doors opening. It’s like she knows it’s almost time for us to give into this need.
We walk down the hallway into the living room of the penthouse suite. This hotel is far closer than my apartment, which is why we’re here. I can’t keep fighting this, not with my cock permanently rock-solid for her, not with my thoughts constantly captive to her.
And that’s how I want them.
“This place is amazing,” she murmurs, walking ahead of me over to the floor-to-ceiling windows.
I make a noise of agreement, though it’s difficult to think about anything else, when my gaze returns to the shape of Hallie’s hips, her ass tempting me.
She turns, staring at me wide-eyed.
“Are you going to show me what’s under there?” I say intensely.
After closing the curtains, she takes a few steps toward me and pauses, her hands moving to the buttons of her coat.
She’s wearing short heels that give me a look at her shapely calves, my fingers twitching, telling me to grab her, massage her and slip under her coat.
Slowly, she undoes the buttons, one by one, until I’m staring and struggling to maintain control.
I have to remind myself she’s a virgin. I can’t run at her, bend her over, tear down her panties and grind roughly inside of her. Not yet.
She’s wearing a black corset-type thing, pushing her breasts up and together, her cleavage so mouthwatering I can hardly take it.
Her legs are bare, her panties black, lacy.
Most of all, her hair is a sexy mess, as though still disturbed from when she was touching herself for me.
“You’ve got no idea how irresistible you are,” I growl, walking over to her, attempting to maintain some control.
Dimly, I think of Graham, but he passes through my mind too quietly for me to stop. I know I should be thinking of him more than anybody, but I can’t, not with Hallie standing right there, her cheeks flushed, her eyes wide and innocent, her young body ready to take my hot thick length.
“You’ll never dress like this for anybody else,” I tell her, switching on the lamp as I approach, filling the room with warm yellow light.
It bounces off her curves, highlighting her cleavage.
“Never,” she whispers, gazing up at me.
She makes the sexiest noise when I kiss her, a muffled breath of pure anticipation. My hands magnetize to her hips, our phone sex bouncing around my mind, the things we said we’d do to each other.
And now it’s here. I can’t even think about stopping.
“Hmm,” she moans, her hands moving over my back, clawing through my shirt, squeezing on. “Hayden….”
“You taste perfect,” I snarl, kissing her harder.
My hands glide down her back and over her hips, and I indulge shamelessly in massaging her ass. She gasps as I squeeze her cheeks together, pressing hard, properly luxuriating in my woman’s keen body.
“I need to taste the rest of you,” I snarl.
Before she can answer, I lean down and scoop her into my arms. She makes an intoxicating squealing noise like she can’t believe I’m carrying her or that any of this is happening.