Gilt_ By Invitation Only - Geneva Lee Page 0,59
small of my back, drawing me closer to him.
My heart begins to pound along with a few other parts of me as our bodies press together, and without thinking I begin to rock against his groin seeking relief. “Maybe we should go inside, Duchess,” he suggests, sweeping his lips lightly over my own.
“Too far,” I whimper as I push the ache at my center against the rock hard bulge between my legs. His hands slide under my tank top to trail down my bare back.
“Tell me what you want,” he groans, as I continue to rub myself against him.
“You.”
“What about your checklist?”
“Fuck my checklist,” I whisper into his ear, nipping it with my teeth.
“You’re making it very hard to think clearly, Duchess.”
“Then don’t think,” I urge him. “I just want to be someone else tonight,” I say, recalling the words I spoke to him when we met.
“Carefree?” he offers, and I nod. “Believe me,” he mutters with a frustrated groan, “I want nothing more than to strip you down and give you exactly what you’re asking for, but I think that plan benefits from adding a bed to it.”
“But the bed is so far,” I moan, “and it’s raining.”
“And we’re parked outside one of the busiest resorts in Las Vegas,” he reminds me. But even as he speaks his hands tangle in my hair, drawing my lips to his once more. His body begins to move in unison with mine, meeting each push and grind of my hips with a thrust of his own. The denim of my jeans rasps against the sensitive spot begging for attention, and I begin to whimper.
“That’s it, Duchess,” he coaxes, his hands guiding my hips to move faster. “This is only a taste.”
My muscles tense and I dig my fingernails into the back of his neck just as a rap at the window startles us apart.
“Um, Mister West?” The valet looks politely away as he calls through the window. “Can we park your car for you?”
I look around and I’m embarrassed to see a number of hotel guests clustered around the entrance, phones in hand.
“Yes,” Jameson calls back. The valet opens the driver door and offers me a hand to help me extricate myself from my precarious situation. As soon as I’m around the car I take a bow, careful to make sure my middle finger is hidden in plain sight. Enjoy the photos.
“That’s enough, Duchess.” Jameson puts a hand on the small of my back. He keeps it there as we make a dash for the entrance, and under its comforting warmth, I don’t even notice the rain.
Chapter Nineteen
No one’s prepared for rain in the desert. We’re half-drowned by the time we’re inside the lobby. Jameson catches me around the waist, and spins me behind a column.
“Let’s finish the game we started the night we met,” he suggests, nuzzling along my jawline. He trails upward, until his lips find my earlobe, but he doesn’t kiss me. Instead, he catches the tender shell between his teeth. The nip is playful, but the ache that elicits inside me is very serious.
“Truth or dare,” I moan, not caring that half of Vegas could be Snapchatting us right now.
“Truth,” he murmurs. The heat of his breath whispers unspoken promises, but it can’t distract me from the question I need answered.
“Why did you come looking for me that day in the graveyard?” I ask.
“That’s what you want to know?” He seems surprised, but he doesn’t pull away from me. Instead, he moves his mouth back up to my ear. “There are three reasons, Duchess. Two I will share, but the other, I’m keeping in my pocket.”
Does he feel the need to keep me guessing, too? It’s a twisted game we’re caught in, neither of us sure what the other’s intentions are, and it’s made all the more dangerous, because we’ve put our hearts at stake. “I’ll settle for two,” I breathe.
“Because I wanted to see you,” he admits. It’s not the answer I expect. That day, of all days, he should have had more important things on his mind, but as his hands grip my hips, I push the troubling thought down where it can’t distract me.
“You want a better explanation,” he guesses. He pulls away, only far enough so that our eyes can meet. “I didn’t plan to leave you there that night. I didn’t plan any of this, and I suppose I wanted you to know that.”
“And the other reason?”
“I wanted to convince myself you did