flutter in my stomach over his description of me.
His expression turns sombre. “I told you when we were at the cabins that I didn’t want to see you hurt, and I meant it.”
“Clayton, you can’t live your life like that. Billions of people start a relationship not knowing if it’s going to last or if it will end. But that’s the joy of living life. We make our own choices, lead our own paths, and you need to start living yours. You shouldn’t be asking yourself if you’ll hurt me, or if your dad will disapprove, or if people will talk at work. You should be asking yourself if it’s what you really want.” I watch him for a moment, unblinking. “And I hate to break it to you, but it could be me that hurts you.”
He smirks, unclipping his belt and pushing his chair back, making room. “Come here,” he orders, tapping is thigh. I climb over the parking brake and straddle his thighs. “It sounds like you want a relationship with me.”
It’s my turn to smirk as I place my hands on either side of his neck. “Don’t tell me this is the part where you ask me to be your girlfriend, because I warn you now, I’ll tease you mercilessly.”
Laughing, he shakes his head, his fingers digging into my hips. “Why don’t we see how things go before I pass you a note with a ‘tick yes or no to be my girlfriend’?”
“Very grown up of you,” I tease, running my nose along his before kissing the corner of his mouth.
“At work, we need to keep it professional and quiet for a little while.”
I bite my bottom lip, leaning back. That’s a lot to ask. “I’m never professional, so it might raise a few questions if I start now.”
“How about you do you, and I’ll do me?” he offers, kissing the tip of my nose.
“How about I just do you,” I offer, my voice low, raspy.
“Here?” he asks, his pupils dilating.
I scan our surroundings, considering it for a moment, but then I’m reminded of the mess I’d have to sit in until we reached the Travelodge, and change my mind.
“Let’s hurry up to the Travelodge. I’d rather we had a bed.”
He presses his lips against mine. “Since we’ve only managed to have sex twice in a bed, that sounds like a good idea.”
“Let’s go then.”
*** *** ***
Clayton pushes open the door to our room, throwing the key and luggage inside the room.
I squeal with laughter as he lifts me up off my feet, bringing his lips to mine.
The door slams shut, the lock clicking into place as he continues into the room.
I massage my tongue against his as he deepens the kiss. With a groan, he drops me to the bed, causing me to bounce a little.
He follows, bending over me as he grabs the back of my neck, lifting my head towards him as he takes control of the kiss.
I moan into his mouth whilst reaching for the bottom of my hoody, gripping that and my shirt at the same time.
He sits up, helping me lift it over my head before reaching for his own jacket. I watch with rapt attention as he slides it off his shoulders, before unbuttoning his shirt, teasing me with glimpses of his abs. I squirm beneath him, my chest rising and falling as he shuffles back off the bed, keeping his heated gaze solely on me.
My tongue runs across the seam of my lip, my gaze drawn to his crotch as he unzips his jeans, before slowly pushing them down and pulling them off, dropping them on the end of the bed.
“Kiss me,” I plead.
His pupils dilate, irises darkening as he kneels on the bed, bending over me, before thrusting his tongue into my mouth.
I roll my hips as he hungrily tears at my joggers, pushing them down my thighs. I push them the rest of the way off, kicking them somewhere across the room.
My body burns with need as I push him to the side, rolling on top of him, groaning at the feel of his nakedness pressed against mine.
“My turn,” I tell him, lifting my sports bra over my head, leaving me in only my knickers. I lean down, swirling my tongue around his nipple before slowly licking my way down his body, over his abs. He groans, dropping his head back on the bed.
I moan when I reach the ‘V’, his muscles tightening as I grip his