felt better than I had in ten days. Suddenly I stopped.
“What? Did we forget something?”
“No. I just realized—I haven’t thought about Jay/David once tonight. Not once.”
He grinned.“That’s a good thing.”
I shook my head.“That’s a great thing!”
“Well, all right then. So you had fun tonight?”
“I had fun.”
“Then I’ve succeeded. Glad to be of service.”
We started walking again and I tugged at his hand. He stopped and looked down at me.“Yes, Ms. Brinsley? What can I do for you?”
I took a step closer and looked up at him. “Steven, thank you. What a great night.” I stretched up on my tiptoes and kissed him on the cheek.
“That’s a thank-you?” he teased.
I moved a half inch over and kissed a little closer to his mouth.“Thank you,” I said in a softer voice, rubbing my cheek against his.
“You’re almost welcome.”
Laughing, I placed my lips against his and pressed once and then kissed softly. “Thank you,” I whispered, letting my eyes flutter shut.
He kissed back, nibbling my lips and licking in between. “You’re welcome.”
I raised my lashes a little bit to gauge his expression. “Oh, to hell with it.” I put one arm around his neck, arched into him and dove into his mouth for a real kiss.
It was all the invitation he needed, wrapping me up in both arms and matching my tongue strokes with bolder moves of his own. One of his hands came up to clasp the back of my head and angle me gently where he wanted me to be. Damn, if he wasn’t really good at this. No, I mean really talented. An actual shiver raced down my spine. I wanted more. I whimpered a little and tried to get closer when a taxi honked from the street.
“Hey you two—get a room!”
I leaned back in his arms and I suddenly had no qualms and no indecision.“I have a room,” I said and met his eyes directly.
His gaze was level and his voice was gravelly when he an-swered,“Yes, you do.”
“Would you like to… visit?”
“By visit do you mean coming back to your room, stripping you naked, and learning every single thing that makes you shiver and groan like you just did?”
I swallowed. He was observant.“Yes, that is exactly what I mean. So would you care to?”
“You know, I believe I would.”
“Let’s go.”
“Taxi!”
8
Room 2018
Steven—Saturday, August 15, 2:03 a.m.
I t was all I could do not to grope her in the cab like a teenager. The ride was less than three minutes, but it felt like we were moving in slow motion. When the cab finally stopped, I flung money at the driver, hopped out, and dragged Christina along behind me. I was a man on a mission.
The elevator came immediately.After she pushed the button for the twentieth floor, I backed her into the corner, lifted her up and pressed against her. With my hands under her thighs, I held her open and ground gently against her with my hips moving in a slow circle—once, before easing back. Just as gently, I bit down on the pulsing vein in her neck and licked once and then twice. She squealed.
“You’re killing me.That feels incredible. Do it again.” She breathed out. Her head was flung back and her breath came quickly.
“As much as you can take.That’s all for you, baby.Whatever you want, whatever you need.” My vocabulary had turned to Marvin Gaye love-speak and I didn’t care. As the bell dingedand the doors slid open, I set her down reluctantly, so she could dig out her room key.
“Room 2018.” She handed me the key and turned hastily to the left.
We got there quickly. I opened the door, ushered her in, and paused.Whatever came next was her decision.
Tossing her tiny purse toward the desk, she launched herself at me with a decision apparently made. Catching her at her waist, I lifted her easily. Her long legs wrapped around my hips. Pivoting, I braced her against the door and hitched my hips closer. I was steel against her softness, and the air around us heated up a few degrees.We were sloppy and
“What? Did we forget something?”
“No. I just realized—I haven’t thought about Jay/David once tonight. Not once.”
He grinned.“That’s a good thing.”
I shook my head.“That’s a great thing!”
“Well, all right then. So you had fun tonight?”
“I had fun.”
“Then I’ve succeeded. Glad to be of service.”
We started walking again and I tugged at his hand. He stopped and looked down at me.“Yes, Ms. Brinsley? What can I do for you?”
I took a step closer and looked up at him. “Steven, thank you. What a great night.” I stretched up on my tiptoes and kissed him on the cheek.
“That’s a thank-you?” he teased.
I moved a half inch over and kissed a little closer to his mouth.“Thank you,” I said in a softer voice, rubbing my cheek against his.
“You’re almost welcome.”
Laughing, I placed my lips against his and pressed once and then kissed softly. “Thank you,” I whispered, letting my eyes flutter shut.
He kissed back, nibbling my lips and licking in between. “You’re welcome.”
I raised my lashes a little bit to gauge his expression. “Oh, to hell with it.” I put one arm around his neck, arched into him and dove into his mouth for a real kiss.
It was all the invitation he needed, wrapping me up in both arms and matching my tongue strokes with bolder moves of his own. One of his hands came up to clasp the back of my head and angle me gently where he wanted me to be. Damn, if he wasn’t really good at this. No, I mean really talented. An actual shiver raced down my spine. I wanted more. I whimpered a little and tried to get closer when a taxi honked from the street.
“Hey you two—get a room!”
I leaned back in his arms and I suddenly had no qualms and no indecision.“I have a room,” I said and met his eyes directly.
His gaze was level and his voice was gravelly when he an-swered,“Yes, you do.”
“Would you like to… visit?”
“By visit do you mean coming back to your room, stripping you naked, and learning every single thing that makes you shiver and groan like you just did?”
I swallowed. He was observant.“Yes, that is exactly what I mean. So would you care to?”
“You know, I believe I would.”
“Let’s go.”
“Taxi!”
8
Room 2018
Steven—Saturday, August 15, 2:03 a.m.
I t was all I could do not to grope her in the cab like a teenager. The ride was less than three minutes, but it felt like we were moving in slow motion. When the cab finally stopped, I flung money at the driver, hopped out, and dragged Christina along behind me. I was a man on a mission.
The elevator came immediately.After she pushed the button for the twentieth floor, I backed her into the corner, lifted her up and pressed against her. With my hands under her thighs, I held her open and ground gently against her with my hips moving in a slow circle—once, before easing back. Just as gently, I bit down on the pulsing vein in her neck and licked once and then twice. She squealed.
“You’re killing me.That feels incredible. Do it again.” She breathed out. Her head was flung back and her breath came quickly.
“As much as you can take.That’s all for you, baby.Whatever you want, whatever you need.” My vocabulary had turned to Marvin Gaye love-speak and I didn’t care. As the bell dingedand the doors slid open, I set her down reluctantly, so she could dig out her room key.
“Room 2018.” She handed me the key and turned hastily to the left.
We got there quickly. I opened the door, ushered her in, and paused.Whatever came next was her decision.
Tossing her tiny purse toward the desk, she launched herself at me with a decision apparently made. Catching her at her waist, I lifted her easily. Her long legs wrapped around my hips. Pivoting, I braced her against the door and hitched my hips closer. I was steel against her softness, and the air around us heated up a few degrees.We were sloppy and
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