slid open, and I grabbed her hand, reluctantly pulling my mouth off her body. The glazed look in her eyes as she slowly ran the tip of her tongue along her bottom lip told me she was as turned on as I was.
Not wasting any time, I opened the room and pulled her inside. As soon as the door clicked, I had her against me. One hand cupping her perfect ass, I squeezed as I pressed my raging hard-on against her.
The short billowy top she had on had been driving me crazy all night. It was almost sheer, hinting at the lines of her bra and short enough that when she raised her arms to hook them around my neck, it exposed part of her torso.
Greedy, I slipped my hands underneath and slid them up her warm skin. Splayed wide, I spanned her back and pulled her tight to me, causing her tits to flatten against my chest. My cock was pissed that it was still trapped in my jeans as it throbbed between us.
Undaunted, my fingertips flicked the back of her bra, freeing her for my needy exploration. The shirt had to go. Didn’t matter how sexy she looked in any of it, I needed her bare skin against mine. As I pulled her shirt off, she pushed mine up over my abs. Once I dropped the silky fabric of hers, I helped her by grabbing mine from the back and tugging it over my head. Carelessly discarding it, I moved on to the button of her tight jeans.
“Lose the shoes. If you weren’t wearing these tight-as-fuck jeans, I’d say leave them on,” I growled.
Big blue eyes looked up at me as she kicked off her heels. It dropped her down to the middle of my chest. Where I normally went for the tall model type, there was something real about her. She fit me. She was intoxicating. Perfect.
“If I’m losing everything, what about you?” she asked as she rolled her jeans down over her hips. The peek of lace at her hips had me groaning as I pointed at them.
“Take those with the jeans or I’m ripping them off.” It was the only warning I’d give her. Watching me with those hypnotic eyes, she did as I instructed.
After kicking the last of her clothing off her feet, she reached for the waistband of my jeans. Before she got a good hold, I moved my hips back, taking them out of her reach. “Not yet.”
The questioning tilt of her head put it at the perfect angle. I leaned down and caught her lips with mine. While I ravaged her mouth and neck with wild kisses, my hands roamed her soft curves as far as I could reach.
Teeth clashing as I bit her lip, she gasped. It was the opening I needed to slip my tongue in to stroke and tease hers. She tasted like the beer she’d been drinking and a little like mint.
Fingers digging into her supple ass, I slid one hand down her thigh to lift her leg. Her hands skimmed over my abs and over my chest to curl around my neck and wind through my hair.
Needing to be closer, I lifted her to straddle my hips as I began to grind into her pussy. The thought of that first thrust damn near had me blowing my load. That shook me a little, because I rarely lost control during sex.
“Jesus,” I muttered as I broke free and trailed my teeth along the sensitive skin of her neck. My plan to start with her against the wall went to shit. I carried her to the bed, laying her across the blindingly white covers. Her inky dark hair splayed around her, and I stared down at the perfect lines of her body. Dusky nipples tightened as I unbuttoned my jeans.
Unable to wait, I crawled up on the bed. As I advanced, she scooted further up the bed. My long fingers wrapped around her thigh, halting her progress and opening her legs for me. To our left, the city lights reflected over the dark water, but I barely noticed.
“Perfect,” I said as I kissed up from her knee to her ribs. She shivered and grabbed my hair. My lips wrapped around one puckered nipple and suckled deep. While I tugged and teased one with my tongue, teeth, and lips, I used my thumb and forefinger to teasingly pluck and twist at the other.
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