Page 169 of Savior
“A horizontal one.” She sighs with audible frustration, though her reply catches me off guard. “Every time I look at you, I want you more.”
Well, damn. “I am more than happy and beyond willing to oblige, my dear.” God knows, Legion’s latest stunt put a damper on our sex life these last few weeks.
“Wonderful.” She says with growing impatience, glancing around the room before she looks up at me.
My heart beats a little faster at the burning lust I find within her dark eyes. I can’t say I’m not amused that her libido has chosen this night to return. And by that smoldering look, it’s with a vengeance.
“How are we going to do this? I’m about ready to go outside and grind one out on top of Serene.” She whispers hastily.
Fuck, that’s something I need to see! But not here. Not where anyone else could get a peek at that sex show. My two ladies getting it on together, that’s for my eyes only. I clear my throat, trying to get my wits about me before I speak.
“In three minutes, walk upstairs.” I whisper back to her. “Make a right at the top, I’ll jimmy a lock on one of the bedroom doors down the far end of the hall.”
“We’re going to defile a museum? This isn’t a bed and breakfast, Dean. Those rooms upstairs aren’t set up to actually be slept in. Historical figures have occupied those rooms.”
“Good thing we aren’t going to be sleeping.” I let my hand skim down her back, pressing into the fluffy ruffles of her dress, and firmly grab her ass through the fabric.
“Alright... Go.” Vanna replies, taking the empty champagne flute from my other hand. She doesn’t have to tell me twice.
With great effort to walk at a casual pace, from the ballroom and up the grand staircase, I choose the last room on the left.
The antique furniture inside is as opulent as this entire place is. The queen-sized bed, with its four hand carved posts and footer with matching pineapple headboard, looks as though it’s been here since 1776 as well. Catching sight of the little plaque sitting on the night table, I can’t help grinning at the name displayed as one of this rooms most famous historical guests. She’s really gonna get a kick out of this…
Leaning back up against the door frame, I peak down the hall and spot Vanna making her way cautiously, but hurriedly, in this direction.
“Dean?” she whispers, as she approaches a few doors, searching for the room I’ve chosen. “Dean, where are you?”
I wait until she’s softly tapping on the door directly across from this one, to silently spring out and grab her, cupping my hand over her mouth to stifle her little shriek and pull her back into the room with me. Once inside, I press her up against the closed door as I relock it, removing my hand from her mouth to replace it with my crushing lips.
She kisses me back ardently, her hands running up my face, until her fingers slide through my hair, gripping it for a moment, before her arms move to encircle my neck. We make out with a fevered passion against the centuries-old door.
She tips her head back to take a breath of air and I take the opportunity to tell her, “You’re right… upstairs is a museum of sorts…” I kiss down her throat and chest. “Guess who spent a night in this very room?” I growl against the soft skin of her ample breasts, sucking her soft flesh into my mouth.
“I have no idea…” she pants.
“I’ll give you a hint… You won’t be the first, First Lady, a president may have railed in this room.”
“Dean!”
“Guess again.” I tease her, nipping at her exposed shoulder as I work my way back up.
“I can’t think… when you’re doing… that…”
“This little city was named after him.”
“You’re kidding me...”
“Nope.”
“We can’t screw on George Washington’s bed!”
“Well, that depends…” I drag my tongue up her neck, then kiss along her jaw, inching to her mouth.
“On what?”
“How set are you on horizontal, baby?” I ask against her lips, plunging my tongue back inside her mouth once more before she answers. She moans into my mouth and I drop my hands from clutching her against me to undo my belt and slacks.
“Why? What did you have in mind?” she whispers, tipping her head back, exposing her throat to me. I dip my head to slide my tongue along it, making her quiver. “Whatever it is, just do it… You’re driving me insane.”
