Voices in the hall broke through the roaring in my head. Her moan slipped into a gasp as I tugged down her skirts and stuffed my rock hard dick into my pants. We stumbled off the elevator and the older couple with shocked faces made us both laugh.
I scooped her up in my arms. “Sorry!” I yelled over my shoulder.
“Other way,” she whispered in my ear.
I turned around to go down the other end of the hall from the elevator.
We were laughing as we got to her room. “Is Claire going to come in?”
She laughed, dragging at my belt once more. “No. She was in with the bridal party. I got my own room.”
“Thank fuck.” I hissed as she got her fingers around me, dragging me into the room to push me on the bed.
I lifted my hips to get my pants off and nearly swallowed my tongue when she flipped the straps off each shoulder and the whole damn dress shimmied down her hips.
Just an icy blue lace thong under her dress.
“You were like that all night?”
She grinned. “I was.”
“Dancing with all those people?”
She knelt on the bed between my legs. “Uh-huh.”
I gripped her ass and seated her on my lap. “Did you dance with other men?”
“I did.”
Her head tipped back as I dragged my shadowed chin across her nipple. “Did anyone touch you?”
She brushed a hand over her hip. “Just here.”
I lowered my mouth to where her hand was and sucked the skin there at her hip. Then raced up to the cluster of freckles I knew so well and nipped there to make one of my own.
She gasped, her fingers threading through my hair. “Why did you do that?”
“I want you wearing my marks instead.”
“Ted didn’t mark me.”
“Ted.” I practically spat out the name.
“He was very nice.”
I swung her around onto her back and all that red hair flowed around her on the snow white duvet. “I’m not nice.”
She lifted a hand to my face. “You’re very nice.”
“I don’t feel very nice right now.” I lowered to her breast, sucking the tip—hard. She bowed up off the bed, her fingers back in my hair.
I’d never been proprietary before.
No one had ever mattered enough to draw vengeance out of me. But here and now all I could think about was wiping any other hands from her memory. Stamping myself on her in every way. I raced over her body, not letting her catch her breath or her balance. She writhed under my plundering mouth as I tasted her slick pussy and pushed her further.
Demanding all.
I didn’t stop until my name was the only thing on her lips.
