Page 9 of Tempt
I rubbed the back of my neck, taking a time out. However I answered this would likely determine the rest of the night.
Option A: I could do the right thing—the one that kept her safe with me—and say something complimentary but not provocative. Something that would effectively end this standoff with a polite handshake before I went back to my room alone and jerked off while I fantasized about her.
Option B: I could say something obnoxious about wanting to take her back to my room and fuck her with my tongue.
I looked at her hand on my leg and wanted one thing.
I looked in those sweet amber eyes and felt guilty about it.
In the end, I went for something in between.
“Because it’s been a long time since a woman took my breath away.”
Her heart-shaped mouth fell open. Her eyes smoldered. “My heart is beating so fast right now,” she whispered.
I glanced at her chest—a mistake.
Should I invite her to my room, even after telling her she was safe with me? Would she say yes because she was drunk? A guy had to be fucking careful about that. I didn’t know her at all—would she come after me in a month, accusing me publicly of taking advantage of her? In my line of work, I had to keep a spotless record.
But I wanted this perfect ten in my bed tonight.
“Would you like to continue this conversation in my room?” I asked quietly.
“That depends,” she said with a coquettish tilt of her head. “Earlier you mentioned I’d be safe with you. If I go up to your room, does that mean you’re going to keep your hands to yourself?”
“No. My hands will be all over your body.” Leaning closer, I put my lips against her ear. “My hands, my mouth, and my cock. Baby, if you say yes, you’re going to be up all fucking night.”
She sucked in her breath. “Yes. I say yes. Yes.”
For the second time that night, I grabbed her wrist.
* * *
The last vestiges of my gentlemanly control went extinct. My manners, which had been on glittering display at the bar, disappeared in a hurry. I shouldered people aside as I pulled her through the crowd. I punched the up arrow button five times in a row, hard. When someone attempted to get on the elevator with us, I stood in their way and growled, “Take the next one.” And the second the doors were closed behind us, I turned around and put Millie’s back against the wall.
With my mouth hovering less than an inch from hers, I slid one hand into her hair, gripping the back of her neck. I slipped the other hand inside the slit of her dress and ran it up the outside of her thigh. I could feel her breath on my lips.
“You are infuriatingly,indecentlybeautiful,” I told her. “And I might never forgive you for making me want you so badly.”
She put a hand over my cock, which strained against the denim. “Are you going to punish me for it?”
“Hard and repeatedly.”
The elevator dinged, and the doors slid open. I took her hand and strode down the hallway so fast she could hardly keep up. My key card didn’t work the first two times, and I cursed with impatience. Did this fucking door not realize I was about to get laid for the first time in a year by the goddess standing beside me? I knew how to break into a hotel room, and I was about to do it when the light flashed green. I opened the door for Millie, hung the Do Not Disturb sign on the handle, and let it slam behind me.
Inside the room, we rushed for each other, our bodies crashing like lightning. For a few minutes, it was nothing but chaos and heat. My hands on her ass. Her moans against my lips. My tongue in her mouth. Her tits on my chest. My dick growing harder beneath the heat of her palm as she stroked me over my jeans.
I ran my hands all over her body, skimming every delectable, feminine curve. I moved my mouth down her throat, inhaling the scent of her sweetly perfumed skin. “God, you smell so good.”
She tugged the bottom of my shirt from my jeans, and I took my hands off her just long enough to wrestle out of it and whip my T-shirt over my head.
Millie murmured sexy little sounds of approval as she swept her hands over my shoulders, down my arms, up my back. She brought her lips to my chest and teased my nipple with her tongue as she slipped her hand in my pants and wrapped her fingers around my cock.
Groaning, I thrust into her fist as long as I could before a warning bell went off in my head, reminding me that coming in her hand wouldnotbe cool. I needed to slow down. Catch my breath. Focus on her.
Yanking her dress up to her hips, I forced her backward onto the bed. Then I dropped to my knees in front of her and spread her legs.
Braced on her elbows, she watched me lift one ankle and kiss my way from the strap of her high heel to the inside of her knee to the firm flesh of her thigh. Her skin was soft and smooth. Her breaths came hard and fast. When I reached the apex of her thighs, I placed her leg over my shoulder and used my tongue to caress the scrap of lace covering her pussy. She gasped, her fingernails scratching at the hotel comforter. I hooked one finger around the lace and pulled it aside, licking up the seam at her center slowly, again and again, tasting her, teasing her, fucking her with my tongue. She was sweet and warm, like melted butter.
