card in front of the flat pad on the wall and the door clicked.
Once inside, she saw why the room was at the end of the hallway. Brian had a suite that was more like an apartment than a hotel room. The living room area was sunken in, complete with a white sectional and a cocktail table the same color adorned with a clear vase with red roses. There was eclectic artwork everywhere, as well a fountain that was the expanse of the wall. A winding staircase led upstairs to a loft where there was a pool table, some chairs, and a bar area.
"So you came."
Brian came out from the back hallway, with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist, his rippling abs on display. He ran his hands through his wet hair.
"I did." She casually threw her purse on the couch, unable to take her eyes off of him. A smirk spread across his lips, as if he knew that he was eye candy.
"Make yourself at home. There is some wine or water, or whatever you would like to drink in the kitchen."
"Thanks."
He turned and went back down the hallway, leaving her to browse the drink selection. She settled on a soda, feeling like she had enough wine at dinner. Besides, she wanted to be in her right mind when she was with Brian.
She added ice to her glass and poured the clear liquid over it.
"Playing it safe I see."
She could smell his cologne as Brian entered the room. "I figured I had had enough wine at dinner."
He was standing right over her, his body almost pressing her against the counter. She had to still herself by putting her hands on the counter. A sigh escaped as she could not resist leaning back into his body.
When his hands slid around her waist, she froze. His lips nuzzled in her neck, lightly planting kisses at the nape.
"So, we were going to discuss this thing that is going on between us." His whispered words floated softly in her ear, his warm breath on her skin.
"What is there to talk about?"
He whirled her around so that she was facing him. "Who said anything about talking?"
In an instant, his lips were on hers, his arms enveloping her. She did not have time to think about what was happening. All she could do was go with the flow and doing that felt right.
The kisses were feverish. Daisy could barely keep her balance, but Brian was right there holding her where he wanted her while his love rained down on her. He lifted her on the counter, standing in front of her while her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist.
She pulled him closer, their tongues in a tribal dance. His hands ran through her hair, letting her ponytail down. Her hair fell to her shoulders, and she suddenly felt liberated. Brian would not let her up for air, his lips stayed on hers. She did her best to pull his black tee shirt over his head, but she could not.
"Come here."
Brain stepped back, slid the shirt over his head, and went back for her. In one motion, he pulled her blazer off, and snatched her off of the counter. They could not keep their hands off of one another as they led a trail of discarded clothes to the bedroom. Daisy felt like they were on borrowed time. It was all like a dream.
They were completely undressed when Brian laid her on the soft, down blanket of the bed. She sank deeper into the bed when he leveled his body on top of hers. It all was so exhilarating and felt so familiar.
He made sure to kiss every tender point on her body, from the nape of her neck, to the spot on her shoulder where she was most excited. When his lips made their way down to her thighs, Daisy began to tremble. She wanted him so badly, it was all at a boiling point. There was no turning back now.
Daisy responded to Brian's touch automatically. It all felt so blissful. She did not want it to end. They were enveloped in each other's being, neither of them letting go of their grip on the other. As aggressive as he normally was, Brian's love was sweet, but had an urgency to it that let her know that he wanted her. And when he entered her, Daisy bit her tongue to hold back
Once inside, she saw why the room was at the end of the hallway. Brian had a suite that was more like an apartment than a hotel room. The living room area was sunken in, complete with a white sectional and a cocktail table the same color adorned with a clear vase with red roses. There was eclectic artwork everywhere, as well a fountain that was the expanse of the wall. A winding staircase led upstairs to a loft where there was a pool table, some chairs, and a bar area.
"So you came."
Brian came out from the back hallway, with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist, his rippling abs on display. He ran his hands through his wet hair.
"I did." She casually threw her purse on the couch, unable to take her eyes off of him. A smirk spread across his lips, as if he knew that he was eye candy.
"Make yourself at home. There is some wine or water, or whatever you would like to drink in the kitchen."
"Thanks."
He turned and went back down the hallway, leaving her to browse the drink selection. She settled on a soda, feeling like she had enough wine at dinner. Besides, she wanted to be in her right mind when she was with Brian.
She added ice to her glass and poured the clear liquid over it.
"Playing it safe I see."
She could smell his cologne as Brian entered the room. "I figured I had had enough wine at dinner."
He was standing right over her, his body almost pressing her against the counter. She had to still herself by putting her hands on the counter. A sigh escaped as she could not resist leaning back into his body.
When his hands slid around her waist, she froze. His lips nuzzled in her neck, lightly planting kisses at the nape.
"So, we were going to discuss this thing that is going on between us." His whispered words floated softly in her ear, his warm breath on her skin.
"What is there to talk about?"
He whirled her around so that she was facing him. "Who said anything about talking?"
In an instant, his lips were on hers, his arms enveloping her. She did not have time to think about what was happening. All she could do was go with the flow and doing that felt right.
The kisses were feverish. Daisy could barely keep her balance, but Brian was right there holding her where he wanted her while his love rained down on her. He lifted her on the counter, standing in front of her while her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist.
She pulled him closer, their tongues in a tribal dance. His hands ran through her hair, letting her ponytail down. Her hair fell to her shoulders, and she suddenly felt liberated. Brian would not let her up for air, his lips stayed on hers. She did her best to pull his black tee shirt over his head, but she could not.
"Come here."
Brain stepped back, slid the shirt over his head, and went back for her. In one motion, he pulled her blazer off, and snatched her off of the counter. They could not keep their hands off of one another as they led a trail of discarded clothes to the bedroom. Daisy felt like they were on borrowed time. It was all like a dream.
They were completely undressed when Brian laid her on the soft, down blanket of the bed. She sank deeper into the bed when he leveled his body on top of hers. It all was so exhilarating and felt so familiar.
He made sure to kiss every tender point on her body, from the nape of her neck, to the spot on her shoulder where she was most excited. When his lips made their way down to her thighs, Daisy began to tremble. She wanted him so badly, it was all at a boiling point. There was no turning back now.
Daisy responded to Brian's touch automatically. It all felt so blissful. She did not want it to end. They were enveloped in each other's being, neither of them letting go of their grip on the other. As aggressive as he normally was, Brian's love was sweet, but had an urgency to it that let her know that he wanted her. And when he entered her, Daisy bit her tongue to hold back
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