I'd never felt so honored in my life.
I cleared my throat, needing to steer my thoughts to safer territory, because right now, all this claiming and jealousy and possession and teasing had my mind reeling with ways to make her mine way past tonight. "We're usually booked in the same hotels."
Her brows lifted. "So?"
"So maybe we don't wait so long next time." I propped myself up on one arm and leaned closer, dragging my knuckles along her bare thigh. My dick roused, clearly not having had enough of her. No, scratch that, I definitely didnotget enough of her. "Maybe we make this a regular thing."
Aurélie swallowed. "A regular thing?"
I nodded. "No pressure. No drama. Just… this. Whenever we want."
She looked at me like I'd lost my mind. I probably had—she'd donethat to me—but I didn't care. Her fingers brushed my jaw, soft and slow, and fuck, it felt like heaven. I leaned into her touch. Her thumb traced the edge of my mouth, eyes searching mine with something unreadable and intense. Maybe she was memorizing me, too. Then she whispered, “This could be the alcohol talking.”
I cocked a brow, reaching out to hook a finger through the belt loop of her robe and tugged her closer. “We’ve been toeing this line formonths, Aurélie. You think one night of heavy drinking is responsible for all chemistry to explode?”
Her lips twitched into a smirk. “Fair.”
“So no,” I murmured. “This isn’t the alcohol. This is us.”
"'Us' meaning, we almost fuck in a public hallway?"
I barked out a laugh. "If you wear that dress again, it won't bealmost.Remember that."
She pushed up to her elbow. “So… this wouldn’t be a one-time thing?”
I shrugged one shoulder. “Not unless you want it to be.”
She hesitated, then whispered, "I don't want it to be." For half a second, my heart fucking soared. "But it should be," she finished, and that soft little dagger landed square in my chest.
I didn't move, didn't breathe, just let that ache settle in.
And then she added, so quietly I barely heard it, "Because if we do this again, I won't be able to stop."
Before I could say something stupid likegood, her robe slipped further down her shoulder as her fingers slid across my chest, light and curious, tracing the edge of an old scar. My eyes dipped to her tanned and freckled skin, landing on the large mark forming on her shoulder.
“I meant it,” she whispered, leaning in until her breath was warm against my throat. “It should be a one-time thing.”
I didn’t speak, I couldn’t, not with her mouth that close or with her fingers dragging lower. Even though she was lying through her fucking teeth.
“But it’s not going to be.” Her lips brushed the corner of my jaw, and my head spun from her proximity, her smell, just—ugh—her. Thenher mouth grazed my throat, my collarbone, my pulse point. “Because now that I’ve had you… I want more.”
Yeah, that shattered my control. I rolled quickly, her gasp catching in her throat as I captured her mouth with mine. She laughed and pushed my shoulder. "What are you doing?"
"If this is my only night with you, I'm going to make it count."
Aurélie hummed and shoved my shoulder again until I was flat on my back, and I was rock fucking hard again. That seemed to be my constant state whenever I thought of her.
She kissed her way down my chest, slow and controlled, and I just laid there like a man under a spell. My hands clutched the sheets when she nipped lightly over my pec, then soothed it with a gentle press of her mouth.
"Auri…" My voice cracked, and I was utterly helpless. Her fingers curled around my cock with unholy precision. I jerked against her touch as she peeled the condom off and tossed it on the floor. My eyes fluttered shut as she stroked the base of my shaft with teasing, languid pressure.
"I don't just want more," she whispered, kissing her way down my abs. "I want to ruin you for anyone else."
Fuck.
As she reached blindly for another condom, I caught her wrist and guided her gaze back to mine. “Eyes on me, baby,” I murmured, and she bit her lip. I took the foil from her, tore it open with my teeth, and rolled it on myself without breaking eye contact. I needed her to understand what she did to me.
She climbed over me, knees bracketing my hips. She leaned down to kiss me—deep and consuming, her tongue slipping into my mouth like she owned it.
