on the mattress, grabbed my ankles, and pinched my legs together as he lifted them straight up. He rocked in and out of me and I could hear how fucking wet I was.
He fucked me like he owned me.
I loved it.
I bit my bottom lip and rode out the pleasure as he leaned over me, forcing my knees back to my chin. He held himself up in a push-up position and dropped his hips with every thrust.
I descended into pure bliss when he hit my G-spot and caught him grinning at me as a vein stood at attention on the side of his neck. I reached for him and he lowered himself to me for a kiss that set my lips on fire. I couldn’t breathe all folded up like that but air wasn’t important right then.
All I wanted was as much of Peter as I could get.
“Come for me,” I whispered.
His brow creased and his jaw flexed.
I raked my fingers through his hair and tightened my hand into a fist in his dark locks. “Come, baby.”
Chapter 23
Peter
Katie stood in front of the dresser in our hotel room looking at her reflection in the gold-trimmed mirror that hung above it. Her hair was still a little messy from our escapades, but after she ran a curling iron through it, she achieved an intentional look, rather than its previous I-just-got-fucked-within-inches-of-my-life look.
I preferred the former, but who was I to tell her how to wear her hair?
I leaned back against the wall of pillows propped up on the bed and clasped my hands behind my head.
She caught me watching her in the reflection of the mirror and smiled as she slid a sparkly teardrop-shaped earring in her ear. “What are you looking at?”
“You,” I said simply. “I could watch you all damn day.”
She blushed as she put the other earring in. “Well, I would like that, but we don’t have all day. There are people waiting on us.” She turned to me and smoothed down the silky fabric of her sleek burgundy dress. It had dainty spaghetti straps and a V-cut neckline that showed off her décolletage and elegant neck. The only jewelry she wore were the earrings. The showstopper was the dress. It fell gracefully to the floor, where her sparkly gold sandals peeked out beneath the fabric. “What do you think?”
“I think it’s going to be hard for me to keep my head in the game and meet your friends when all I’ll be able to think about is getting you back up to the room.”
She bit her bottom lip and grinned. “So that’s the longwinded way of saying you like it?”
I swung my legs over the side of the bed and rose to my feet. “Yes, most definitely.”
What wasn’t to like? Katie was going to steal the show. “You might want to be careful showing up looking so damn good. I’ve heard through the grapevine that brides don’t like competition.”
Katie laughed me off with a shake of her head. “Well, lucky for me, Vanessa isn’t like that. And even if she was, it wouldn’t matter. There’s no way I’ll show up looking better than her.”
“I wouldn’t bet money on that.”
Katie stole one last look at herself in the mirror before turning back to me and announcing that she was ready. “Thank you for waiting.”
I walked her to the door and pushed it open. We stepped into the hall, made sure the door locked, and walked arm and arm down the wide, airy hallway to the elevators.
Part of me was a little nervous to meet her friends. There was a lot of pressure meeting the most important people in someone’s family, but I’d never cared quite this much before. Sure, I’d had girlfriends in the past whose family I’d wanted to like me, but I’d never quite wanted to be liked this much.
It was borderline obsessive.
And far past embarrassing.
The elevator doors closed behind us and Katie pushed the button for the main floor. We rode down and she eyed me curiously. “Are you nervous?”
“No.”
“Are you lying?”
I shot her a look. “Maybe.”
She smiled knowingly and took my hand in hers. “It’s perfectly normal to be nervous. I’m nervous and these people are my friends.”
“Why are you nervous?”
She shrugged. “I haven’t brought someone for them to meet in a really long time. Since long before I started working at the El Cartana actually. So about five years or so?”