and desire twisted my stomach. I wouldn’t have cared if it was just a single bed shoved into a tiny room. Between how long it had been and the appeal of the man next to me, I was ready to explode. Still, the room deserved admiration.
“It’s gorgeous,” I said with a smile.
Gavin grinned and kicked off his shoes. “Glad you like it.”
I followed his example and took off my heels. My feet sighed in appreciation as they sank into the plush, crimson carpet. I didn’t take off my stockings. I wanted Gavin to do that.
“Watch this.” Gavin reached behind him and pushed a button.
The regular overhead light switched off and the room was filled with what looked like the effects of a disco ball. I raised an eyebrow.
“Oops,” he said, a sheepish expression on his face. “Wrong one.” He pushed another button and cheesy porn-sounding music started playing.
I put my hand over my mouth to stifle a giggle. Gavin frowned and began pushing more buttons, resulting in the music switching from R&B to country to something I could’ve sworn I’d heard on some science fiction show, before finally stopping on a soft, delicate instrumental. He then attempted to get rid of the disco light, only to run through a strobe light, black light—which revealed the room to be spotless, to my relief—and eventually, a dim, warm glow that almost felt like the light from a fire.
I would’ve thought the laughter would kill the mood, but it didn’t; it just shifted it from something so intense that it almost scared me, to something more like what I’d been looking for. Something casual and fun. That’s all this was supposed to be.
“I’m going to assume this means you haven’t spent much time in this room.” I tried to keep my tone joking so he didn’t hear how grateful I was for that. I didn’t like the idea that he’d brought other women up here. Granted, the club had just opened, but that didn’t mean the members hadn’t “tested” the room before.
“Nope.” He held out his hand to me and I took it, our fingers lightly touching as we walked towards the bed. “You’re the only one.”
I liked that he hadn’t said I was the first. First implied there would be others. I reminded myself again that I wasn’t looking for a relationship, just a good lay.
“First things first,” Gavin said as he stood in front of me. His expression was serious. He reached for me and I caught my breath, wondering what he was going to do.
To my surprise, he reached behind my head and pulled out the two pins that had been holding my hair in place. My curls tumbled over my shoulders, brushing across my bare back as they fell to almost my waist.
“Much better,” he breathed. “From the moment I saw you, I’ve been dreaming about seeing your hair spread out across my pillow.” Before I could respond, his hands cupped my face and he bent his head to capture my mouth in a fierce kiss. This wasn’t like before, downstairs when it had been the heat and fire of newness, or even in the elevator. This was need and hunger, and a promise of good things to come.
We fell back onto the bed, Gavin turning us so that we landed on our sides rather than him on top of me. That just wasn’t going to cut it. I hooked one leg around his waist, ignoring how it rucked my dress up, wrapped my arms around his shoulders and started to roll over. It took him a moment to realize what I was trying to do, then he complied, shifting so that he was resting on me, but that all of his weight wasn’t pressing against me.
As our tongues twisted together, I ran my hands down his back and grabbed the hem of his t-shirt. I started to tug on it and he broke our kiss, looking down at me with an amused expression on his face.
“It’s gotta go,” I said.
He sat up on his knees as I propped myself on my elbows. I didn’t want to miss a moment of this. Slowly, teasingly, he pulled the shirt
“It’s gorgeous,” I said with a smile.
Gavin grinned and kicked off his shoes. “Glad you like it.”
I followed his example and took off my heels. My feet sighed in appreciation as they sank into the plush, crimson carpet. I didn’t take off my stockings. I wanted Gavin to do that.
“Watch this.” Gavin reached behind him and pushed a button.
The regular overhead light switched off and the room was filled with what looked like the effects of a disco ball. I raised an eyebrow.
“Oops,” he said, a sheepish expression on his face. “Wrong one.” He pushed another button and cheesy porn-sounding music started playing.
I put my hand over my mouth to stifle a giggle. Gavin frowned and began pushing more buttons, resulting in the music switching from R&B to country to something I could’ve sworn I’d heard on some science fiction show, before finally stopping on a soft, delicate instrumental. He then attempted to get rid of the disco light, only to run through a strobe light, black light—which revealed the room to be spotless, to my relief—and eventually, a dim, warm glow that almost felt like the light from a fire.
I would’ve thought the laughter would kill the mood, but it didn’t; it just shifted it from something so intense that it almost scared me, to something more like what I’d been looking for. Something casual and fun. That’s all this was supposed to be.
“I’m going to assume this means you haven’t spent much time in this room.” I tried to keep my tone joking so he didn’t hear how grateful I was for that. I didn’t like the idea that he’d brought other women up here. Granted, the club had just opened, but that didn’t mean the members hadn’t “tested” the room before.
“Nope.” He held out his hand to me and I took it, our fingers lightly touching as we walked towards the bed. “You’re the only one.”
I liked that he hadn’t said I was the first. First implied there would be others. I reminded myself again that I wasn’t looking for a relationship, just a good lay.
“First things first,” Gavin said as he stood in front of me. His expression was serious. He reached for me and I caught my breath, wondering what he was going to do.
To my surprise, he reached behind my head and pulled out the two pins that had been holding my hair in place. My curls tumbled over my shoulders, brushing across my bare back as they fell to almost my waist.
“Much better,” he breathed. “From the moment I saw you, I’ve been dreaming about seeing your hair spread out across my pillow.” Before I could respond, his hands cupped my face and he bent his head to capture my mouth in a fierce kiss. This wasn’t like before, downstairs when it had been the heat and fire of newness, or even in the elevator. This was need and hunger, and a promise of good things to come.
We fell back onto the bed, Gavin turning us so that we landed on our sides rather than him on top of me. That just wasn’t going to cut it. I hooked one leg around his waist, ignoring how it rucked my dress up, wrapped my arms around his shoulders and started to roll over. It took him a moment to realize what I was trying to do, then he complied, shifting so that he was resting on me, but that all of his weight wasn’t pressing against me.
As our tongues twisted together, I ran my hands down his back and grabbed the hem of his t-shirt. I started to tug on it and he broke our kiss, looking down at me with an amused expression on his face.
“It’s gotta go,” I said.
He sat up on his knees as I propped myself on my elbows. I didn’t want to miss a moment of this. Slowly, teasingly, he pulled the shirt
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