She glared at him but he kept smiling until her expression softened and she started to laugh, too. “Why do I find you attractive again?”
They’d just stepped out onto the sidewalk when she asked. He spun her, backed her against the outside wall of the bar, and kissed her until she was wild in his arms. Then, and only then, did he raise his head and ask, “Because I’m close enough for you to see?”
Her head was tipped back and her breathing was as ragged as his. “Yes, that’s it.”
They both shared a brief laugh then he took her by the hand and hailed a taxi. “Let’s go.”
A few minutes later they were in a taxi speeding off to a hotel Viviana had never heard of. Cuddled against Grant, with her head on his shoulder, she had to remind herself she’d just met him the day before. Shouldn’t it take months to feel so comfortable with another person? She thought about the men she’d dated for much longer and never felt this at ease with.
This has to be something special, doesn’t it? Nothing could feel this good and be meaningless, could it?
Unable to answer the questions that plagued her, Viviana pushed them aside. Some things just need to play out.
“I can’t believe you got a hotel room,” she murmured against his neck.
“I can’t believe it was only fifty bucks,” he said with a proud-of-himself look that made her think he wasn’t joking.
He must be. “I would have brought an overnight bag had I known.”
“It also rents by the hour so we don’t have to stay.”
See, he’s joking. People aren’t serious when they say stuff like that. “Ha ha,” she said, but her confidence started to dip when they pulled up to a tall brick building flanked by a sports store and a hot wings restaurant. She sat up and looked from him to the hotel and back to him.
Hours and Yours.
Hours.
He’s actually taking me to a hotel room that is rented by the hour.
Is this better or worse than a storage closet?
He paid the taxi driver then took her hand and led her through the front door of the hotel. In place of a receptionist there was a security guard. Classy.
“Don’t we need to check in?” she asked as her gut flipped nervously.
He took out his phone. “I checked in online. I have a room number and the code to open the door. Efficient and cheap. You can’t ask for better than that.”
“Efficient and cheap. That’s one way to describe it.”
When they reached the elevator his expression turned concerned. “You hate it.”
Her opinion of the hotel no longer mattered; she saw disappointment in his eyes when she didn’t immediately correct him. This might be the best he can afford. Does it matter how much he spent as long as we’re together in it?
Doing this. She framed his face with her hands and kissed him hungrily.
His arms were around her, lifting her so he could kiss her more deeply. They fell back against the wall and rolled together, neither caring when the elevator door opened and closed beside them. Maybe someone came out of it or maybe not. Maybe someone was there watching them or maybe they were alone. Nothing mattered more than the touch and taste of each other.
Between fevered kisses they made it up to their room, through the door, and fumbled to turn on enough lighting so they wouldn’t trip as they navigated their way to the bed. Viviana was lost to the passion of the moment. She tore his shirt off and made quick work of his jeans. This time she wanted him as bare to her as she’d been to him.
He yanked off her clothing with the same wild haste. His lips grazed each new area he exposed. Her hands hungrily caressed every inch of him. He backed her up until her legs met the edge of the bed. She brought a hand out to steady herself and made contact with a ladder.
She froze.
A ladder?
When his mouth closed around her nipple and his tongue began its magical circling she ceased caring why there shouldn’t be a ladder in their room. His hand traced her stomach then cupped her sex possessively, and she threw her head back, gripping the ladder to steady herself.
She was already wet and ready for his strong fingers. This time he inserted two, steady, rhythmically. She placed one of her feet on the edge of the bed so she could open herself wider to him. His thumb, that fucking amazing thumb, knew exactly how to move against her clit to have her writhing and begging for more.
“Climb up on the bed,” he growled.
She shook her head, confused.
He turned her toward the ladder, and she had her first real look at the beds. A bunk bed? What kind of man rents a hotel room with a bunk bed?
He gave her ass a playful slap. “Go.”
“What are you—?”
He began to kiss her back slowly, caressing every other inch of her while he did. Desire had her climbing the ladder for him without protest or further questioning. Whatever he wanted her up there for, she hoped it felt as good as what he was already doing.
She crawled up onto the top bunk and turned to face him. The side of the bed had one rounded metal railing that was less than two feet wide. “Straddle it,” he ordered.
She held onto the top of it and did. The act pulled her legs wide apart, leaving her sex parted and exposed for him. He ran his hands up and down her legs. She could barely breathe she was so excited.
“I want you to come for me,” he said with his face parallel to her sex. He leaned forward, darted his hot tongue between her folds, then said, “Do it. Make yourself come for me. Show me how you touch yourself.”
At first she thought she wouldn’t be able to. She felt too exposed, too vulnerable to do something so private. Their eyes met, though, and he looked at her with a hunger that matched her own, and suddenly instead of feeling vulnerable she felt daring and sexy. She dug her hand into his hair and pulled his face to her sex. “Start me off and I’ll finish.”
He didn’t hesitate. His tongue. His fingers. Together they worked their magic until she was clutching the rail and shaking. She wanted him inside her so badly.
Then he stopped and stepped back. He took his huge, aroused cock in his own hand and said, “Show me.”
She bit her bottom lip and half closed her eyes as her hand slid to caress her wet sex. Watching him pleasure himself as she touched herself drove her wilder. Soon, too soon, an orgasm rocked through her.
He made a pained face then ordered her to come to him. She started down the ladder and was about halfway when he placed his hands over hers, halting her descent. “Right there,” he whispered.
She heard the rip of a foil package being opened and shivered with anticipation.
“You may have won the condom game; so tell me what you want,” he said in a deep, sexy voice.
She glanced over her shoulder at him. “You know what I want.”
His lusty smile sent heat rushing through her. “Then, in case I won, tell me.”
With him there was no shame, only desire. “I want you to fuck me. Hard. Deep. Kiss my neck. Kiss my back. Don’t stop until I cry your name.”
He nodded, giving himself over to the passion. One hand went to her hip, the other covered her hand again. He kissed her gently, up and down her back then slid his tip inside her. Slowly in. Slowly out. Then he placed his hand on her lower back and began to pound into her powerfully.
Harder and faster.
Deeper and wilder.
His grip on her hand pinched, but she didn’t care. Nothing she’d felt before compared to this. Heat built within her until it ravished her senses. She clung to the ladder, begged him to keep going, and finally sobbed out his name when her second orgasm shook through her.
He continued to pump into her, growled her name in her ear, and with a final thrust also came.
Neither moved at first.
He withdrew and stepped away to clean himself off. She made her way down the rest of the ladder.
A moment later they stood, face to face, both breathing heavily, flushed, sweaty and nake
d. He smiled first. “One ladder, two beds and a shower. That’s only four condoms. We’ll have to find something to do with the rest.”
He’s joking.
I think.
