“I was sorta hoping you were a sure thing.”
A laugh bursts from my gut at her joke. I like her confidence. Her feisty spirit.
I frame her jaw with my palm, loving the way her eyelids flutter at my touch. “I can’t wait another two hours to be inside you. I’m going to get us a room. Okay? We can drive back tomorrow.”
She nods. “But Walter?” She really is perfect. I love that she cares so much about my dog.
“I’ll message the front desk and they’ll walk him.”
“Okay.” She bites her bottom lip, and her eyes darken with desire. We might be in the middle of the hotel entry, but it feels as if we’re the only two people in the world. I have the impulsive need to claim her right here. Now.
I shake off the ridiculous thought. I’d lose my fucking mind if anyone saw her naked, or heard her come. I want those for me and only me. “Come on. Let’s get a room before I embarrass myself.
She giggles as I tug her hand and drag her toward the registration desk, but I’m not joking. Much longer and I’ll get arrested for indecent exposure.
Discreetly, I adjust my erection and book a room. I don’t even care how much it costs, and I offer up a prayer of thanks they’re not sold out. With our keys, we hustle to the elevator and ride to the top floor. Unfortunately, other guests do the same, so I can’t maul her on the trip up. My body is thick with tension, my muscles coiled and begging for release. I can’t look at her lips without wanting to kiss her, so I settle for stroking my thumb as low as I can along the seam of her gown. Fuck, she’s not wearing panties. I doubt a bra, either. God, I love this dress.
We make it to our room, and I shrug off my jacket as she flips on the lights.
“And I thought your condo was fancy,” she muses, looking down at the twinkling city lights of San Diego.
“Hey!” I act put off, but really I couldn’t care less. There’s only one thing on my mind, and it’s her. She smiles back, her body’s curves highlighted in that dress better than any view. I clear my throat, loosening my tie. “Can I get you a drink?”
She shakes her head in the negative, and reaches up to the clasp at the back of her neck.
“No?” I swallow as a rush of nerves hit.
“No.” With the flick of her fingers, the top half of her gown falls, uncovering full breasts and rosy nipples as the rest of the fabric bunches at her hips.
I don’t know what my face does, because it’s as if I’m having an out-of-body experience. Or maybe I revert back to an adolescent teen. I can’t seem to do anything other than stare at her perfect, curvy body.
Her arms lift, as if she intends to cover herself.
“No.” The command barks from my mouth and I shake my head, stalking across the room to close the space between us. I encircle her wrists and pull them down and away from her body. “Don’t cover up, or try to hide any part of you. Fuck, Rachel,” I whisper her name, a prayer on my lips. “You’re perfect.”
She immediately shakes her head. “I’m not.”
“You are.” I drop to my knees, my face just under her breasts as I lift my head. She shivers as my jawline grazes her sensitive skin. “Did you miss how everyone couldn’t keep their eyes off of you?”
“I don’t care about everyone.”
“Damn right.” My hands abandon her wrists to cup her tits and squeeze. Her nipples pebble into hard points. “I couldn’t keep from staring.” I drop my gaze from hers to rub my face between her breasts. “Of thinking about how I wanted to do this.” My mouth opens and I capture one nipple between my lips, sucking it into my mouth, and laving it with my tongue. A shot of lust shoots down my spine, my dick begging to sink into her sweet pussy. But he’s an impatient bastard, and I’ve been waiting for this moment for what feels like forever. I’m not wasting it on a five-minute fuck. Her pleasure is my priority and I’m prepared to draw it out all night.
“Jude,” she moans, her fingers weaving into my hair.
I leave her breasts, kissing down her abdomen. With a shimmy of her hips, I pull the dress the rest of the way down her body. Inhaling the scent of her arousal only heightens my own. I need her. I need to taste her. To make her come. I need her to understand how badly I want this to happen. How much she means to me. “You are so fucking beautiful,” I say, glancing up to catch her gaze.
I lean closer, inches from her center. “This.” I splay my fingers wide on her hips, holding her to me as I close the space between us. “Fuck, Rachel.” My breath hits her skin and she bites her bottom lip. “I’ve been dying to know what you taste like.” Our gazes still locked, I open my mouth and press it to her folds. My tongue dips into her center. Fuck, she tastes better than I imagined. My lips still pressed to her pussy, I release a groan that sends a gasp to her mouth. I do it again. And again.
Licking, sucking, swirling, I use my mouth to draw sounds of pleasure from her lips. Each angle, movement, and use of pressure is an exploration of her body. I’m the student, and her orgasm is my only assignment. My face is wet and her thighs shaking when I finally come up for air. “What do you want?” I know she’s close. But there’s something holding her back. Preventing her from losing control.
“I want you,” she says, her voice tense and breathless. “I want to touch you.”
Fuck me. I nearly come at her request. “On the bed,” I say gruffly, then imagine how bad it’d hurt to send my balls through a meat grinder.Ouch.Yeah, that does the trick, and my erection wanes enough that I won’t shoot my load before I’m even inside her.
She lies back on the bed, her head resting on a pillow to meet my gaze. Her legs fall open and she fingers herself, watching me as I stare in delight. I love how comfortable she is in her sexuality. “Jude,” she moans before plunging two fingers into her wetness.
Yes.Fucking, yes. Working my fingers nimbly through the buttons of my shirt, I toss it to the floor and shuck my pants. I stalk forward, enjoying the show of Rachel pleasuring herself, and needing a closer look. I kneel onto the bed, my mouth watering for another taste of her pussy.