the apartment, there were the same gray walls, the same black side tables, a matching dresser.
But what stood out was his king-sized bed with its black velvet tufted headboard. It, paired with the comfortable-looking black comforter looked decadent and sexy.
"Got the design idea from a book," he admitted as I stood there admiring it. "She was a designer, he was the owner of the hotel. They fucked in damn near every room she worked on."
"Oh, I think I read that one!" I said, slapping him in the chest. "The one where the concierge is the one stalking her. And the hero catches him trying to force himself on her and beats him so badly there is blood all over the elevator?"
"That's the one," he agreed, smiling. "That one was pretty fucking hot, I'm not going to lie."
"And inspiring," I agreed, waving a hand to the bed."
"In many ways," Rush agreed, reaching out, snagging my hip, pulling me close until my front was flush with his.
His other hand rose, sliding down my jaw as his head lowered, his lips claiming mine.
It was tentative at first, giving me an out. An out was the last thing I wanted, though.
My hands lifted, tracing up his sides, over his shoulders, wrapping around the back of his neck, crushing my front to his as my lips got more eager, demanding more from him.
With a low rumbling sound in his chest, he gave me it.
Hard.
Hungry.
His lips brushed into mine before his teeth nipped my lower lip hard enough for a whimper to escape me, giving him the chance to slip inside, his tongue toying with mine.
His hands slid down to cup my ass, pulling me up to my tiptoes, then pushing my pelvis against him, his hardness pressing into my stomach.
A thrill moved through my system as his lips ripped from mine, his head moving downward, lips pressing into my neck as his hands slipped down, moving up under my skirt, then cupping my ass over the barely-there baby pink panties Fiona had picked out for me.
That rumbling noise moved through his chest again, vibrating into mine as his tongue traced over the sensitive skin of my neck.
Impatient, one of his hands slipped from my ass, slid between my thighs, pressing against my cleft.
"Already wet for me," he rumbled before sealing his lips over mine again. His fingers pressed into my clit, his lips swallowing the sound of my moan as the tremble racked my body.
It didn't matter that he had touched me just a few nights before, it felt like the first time; I was aching for it, dying for more of it, for more of him.
His fingers slipped under the thin material, sliding up my slick cleft, moving over my clit without the barrier, a sensation that made my inner thighs tremble.
"Fuck," he hissed, pulling away from me.
And, suddenly, his hand was grabbing my panties, yanking them down as his other pulled up the skirt of my dress. Then he was lowering down in front of me, grabbing my leg, carefully pushing it over his shoulder before his mouth was on me.
The shock of it almost made me orgasm right then and there, the foreignness of a tongue gliding over me after so long.
My hand slapped down on the back of his head, holding him to me as though he had any intention of pulling away as his tongue traced slow, patient circles around my clit, driving me up slowly, making my breathing get deep and slow, every inch of my body feeling tight, tense, as I got closer and closer.
Two of his fingers moved between my thighs, pressing inside of me, thrusting lazily as his tongue got faster, more insistent.
"Come, baby," he demanded, looking up at me with hooded eyes as my walls started to tighten, then ducking his head, sucking my clit into his mouth, making the orgasm crash through my system, stealing my breath, my voice, and any and all strength I might have had in my body, leaving me folded forward, hands slammed down on his back for balance as the waves crashed, as the pleasure flowed.
"Good girl," Rush murmured, pressing a kiss to my inner thigh before slowly folding upward, pulling my leg off his shoulder, but hooking it around his hip as he got to his feet.
His hands sank back into my ass, yanking upward, forcing my other leg to fold around his lower back, carrying me as he made his way toward the bed, turning, and dropping