Our lower halves pressed against each other, and I felt her stiffen a little as the erection making my zipper dig into my skin made itself known. I heard her breath catch but didn’t let her pull away. Instead, I gripped her tighter and pressed against her even more. I wanted there to be no doubt in her mind about how much I was affected by her.
She was a beautiful woman without question. But we had history and all kinds of misunderstandings between us. I wanted her to understand that all that mattered to me was the way she made me feel. It was her heart and her caring nature that I couldn’t shake loose in my memories after all this time. She managed to move me even when I was chemically numb and I could barely remember my own name. It was all of her that got me hard and kept me that way, even when it’d been a struggle to get it up when I was so strung out.
There had been a lot of faceless girls who had unwittingly stood in for her, and I knew now there would never, ever be any comparison. Maren got to me in a way no one else could.
I kissed her to the point of distraction. I swirled my tongue around hers until she lifted up slightly and wrapped her arms around my neck, clinging to me as I devoured her mouth. I dragged my teeth over her bottom lip and licked the tiny divot in the top one, as my hand on her hip found its way to the tie on her robe. I wanted the thick fabric out of the way more than I wanted my next breath.
She muttered something that may have been a protest or encouragement. Either way, I toyed with the loose knot until it slid free. We were pressed so tightly together; the fabric didn’t fall right away. Instead, it drifted down, slowly revealing the top of her chest and the curve of her shoulders. It was still more of her than I ever imagined I’d see, so I moved my head and started to lick my way down the long, elegant line of her throat. She smelled sweet and clean, and shivers followed every place the tip of my tongue touched.
“Salinger.” She muttered my name in warning, but I wasn’t the kind of guy who played it safe.
I hooked a finger in the opening of the robe and tugged it back. I couldn’t see much of anything since my head was bent and my mouth was skimming across her collar bone, but I could feel endlessly soft, smooth skin; my fingers skated over her stomach and dipped dangerously lower.
Like I said, I didn’t have brakes where Maren was concerned. I was always out of control and willing to risk a head-on collision as long as it got me where I was going with her as quickly as possible.
I felt her fingers in my hair. They pulled hard enough to lift my head as my hand traveled lower and lower. I could feel her shivering under the caress and her legs shifted restlessly. I wasn’t sure if she was going to open them and let me in, or squeeze them closed and shut me down. I could feel her wavering between what she wanted to do and what she probably should do. When I lifted my head to look at her, because I wasn’t about to cross the line without consent, I could see the lighter parts of her colorful eyes practically glowing. We had to work together when everything was said and done, so while I might not have any limits where she was concerned, I needed to respect her boundaries. It was all about trust. That delicate, fragile thing that would either make or break us.
Before Maren could give the go-ahead or tell me to fuck off, we were startled apart by a sudden knock on the door. I blinked away the haze of desire that was clouding my vision as she let go of her hold on me and moved to cover herself back up.
“Room service.” She lifted a hand to smooth down her hair and cleared her throat loudly. The moment was obviously gone.
I caught her arm and tilted my head toward the main part of the hotel room. “Go in there. I’ll get it.” No one else needed to see her barely dressed and looking