at the earliest possible opportunity. As for right now, we’re almost at the room, her swinging hair is within easy reach and I have better things to do.
When we arrive at the door, all bets are off.
She glances over her shoulder, shooting me an impatient look. I take my hands out of my pockets and give her the key, freeing up my hands to help themselves to hanks of that fragrant and silky hair at her nape. The strands are long and thick, warm against her scalp, and I can’t get enough as I press my body against the back of hers. She lets loose with a hum of approval that accelerates my surging blood. Then she opens the door with steadier hands than mine.
We stagger inside the suite, where I loosen my grip just long enough to shrug out of my jacket, drop it to the floor and flip a switch so we can see where we’re going. Then I wrap her up again from behind, my greedy hands seeking out breasts and belly, hips, pussy and everything I can reach in between while I steer her down the hall toward the bedroom and nip her neck, driving her into a frenzy.
She whispers to me the whole time, words and hints of words that are more encouragement than I need.
“Damon.”
“Ah, God…”
“Don’t stop. Please don’t stop. I need your hands on me—”
Her heated response to everything I do drives me out of my freaking mind. I turn her around when we arrive at the edge of the bed, eager to taste that gorgeous mouth. She’s right there with me, already opening as she wraps one arm around my neck and the other around my head. She tunnels her fingers through my hair, standing on her tiptoes and straining to get closer as she scratches my scalp with her nails.
Funny how I told her to be a tiger. I didn’t count on her turning me into a mindless animal.
This is no tentative first kiss while we get the feeling of each other. We’re both too hot and urgent for that. There’s no time to pretend we’re not desperate to make each other come. Besides, we fit and move together perfectly. She turns her head the way I need her to. Grants me absolute access to her lush tongue and mouth. Surges and retreats to my rhythm. Wraps a leg around my waist before I can demand that she do that very thing. Moans when I knead her ass and thighs. Lets me go and backs up a step just as I experience the frantic thought that I can’t wait another second.
Not one more second.
A long beat or two passes while we stare at each other and try to catch our breath. We’re both trembling. The look on her face is an absolute reflection of the way I feel, which is shellshocked.
Shellshocked.
I watch with a wary new respect. It dawns on me that I need to give this woman a wide berth before she does me some serious damage. Less than an hour into our relationship, whatever it may turn out to be, and she’s made my hands shake, my mouth dry out and my thoughts scatter. God knows what will be left of me after I fuck her.
Probably just a lump of ruined flesh and a stray pubic hair or two.
It also dawns on me that I couldn’t care less. If that’s the price I need to pay, then let me grab my wallet and max out my credit cards.
“You’re rocket fuel.” Shit. Even my voice is ruined. “You know that?”
“Only because you’re the ignition switch.” She flashes a smug smile. “And I thought I heard you say something about playing with a tiger?”
“You should’ve warned me,” I mutter.
“You’re a big boy.” She eyes my crotch, where the world’s hardest dick strains for her the way those giant magnets strain for old cars in a demolition yard. “I’m sure you’ll be fine.”
“I will be fine.” I undo my belt and zipper. Toe off my shoes and toss my wallet onto the nightstand. Take her face between my hands and give her a languid kiss, teasing her with the slow stroke of my tongue. My reward for managing half an ounce of self-control? The way her head falls back, and her eyes roll closed as she groans. “But that’s all the foreplay you get this time. Sorry.”
“Thank God,” she says, shimmying for me when I reach under her dress’s hem to ease