“How’re you getting on?”
There’s a pause. “Okay,” she says. “Claude was very helpful.”
“Good.” Claude is the hotel manager, an efficient, flamboyant man—exactly what I need for this hotel. “We’ll go out to lunch. Afterward, if you’re done with Claude, you can return to the Rosemont. I’m going to be here for a while.”
“That’s fine.” She rises from the chair and gets her things together, then she stops and meets my eyes. “Did you change your mind about this trip? Did you decide you don’t want to fuck me anymore?”
The words are like a thunderclap in my head. Did you? I want to counter. Have I imagined her hesitance in the last couple of hours, her skittishness? She holds my gaze with a challenge that makes me realize I probably have. She wants this as much as I do, and God help me, I’m not prepared to wait anymore.
The door—I make sure it’s locked before facing Rachel again. I’m sure she can see my intention clear on my face. Her eyes follow me as I close the distance between us. Pushing her chair out of the way, I stand behind her and, with one hand on her belly, pull her flush against my front.
Her soft curves mold to my body. I’m hard, straining against my pants, pressing into her backside. She gasps and moves a bit, rubbing against me.
My breath escapes me. “Does this feel like I don’t want to fuck you?”
She releases a trembling breath. “No.”
Still pressing her body to mine with one hand, I undo the buttons of her blouse. I need to touch her skin, and it’s all I can do to stop myself from tearing the fabric right off of her. I undo the clasp of her bra, and when it’s good and loose, I cup one of her breasts, rolling a hard nipple between my fingers.
A sound escapes her throat. Pleasure and desire. I want to tear her clothes off and be as deep inside her as it’s possible to be. “I want you so much it fucking hurts. I can hardly keep my mind on anything else.” My lips are close to her ear, and wi
th each word, her breathing quickens. “I’ve never wanted anyone so much.”
She rubs her ass against my cock and I almost lose my mind. Her voice is weak. “But last night…why?”
“Why did I stay away? Why did I try to give you a chance to change your mind? I have no fucking idea. I must have been crazy.” I’m crazy now…with lust. I undo her pants and slide my fingers between her legs, into the slick, wet heat that’s waiting there.
Her back arches. She’s so wet, so sweet. Unable to wait, I tug her pants down then do the same with her underwear, exposing the soft curves of her hips and thighs. Sliding one hand down her front, I cup the soft folds of her pussy and slide my fingers over her clit, again and again, spreading the slickness of her arousal. From behind, I slide two fingers into her tight heat.
Trapped between my body, my hands, and the desk, she can barely move. All she can do is feel, and she does. She’s moaning, panting, swearing, and crying out my name. Her hips jerk as she strains toward release.
“Let it go,” I whisper, aching to see her fall apart. She lets out a wild sound and her body arches, throbbing as she falls forward on the desk.
Almost satisfied, I watch as she tries to catch her breath. I’m still stroking her, leisurely, enjoying the light shudders that work their way through her. She’s captivating, and I’ve never wanted to fuck anyone so much.
Making short work of my zipper and briefs, I position my cock at the parting of her thighs. She pushes backward, rubbing herself against me. It’s the sweetest torture.
I reach for the condoms in my wallet, then stop.
“Are you on the pill?”
She nods impatiently and rubs on me again. “Yes.”
“I’m clean,” I tell her, wanting more than anything to feel her around me, hot and sweet. I’ve always been careful, and with regular tests, I know I’m fine. “I want to fuck you like this, with my skin against yours. I want to feel your heat. I want to come inside you.”
“Please,” she sighs. “Please now.”
It’s the only invitation I need. I enter her, and she closes around me like a hot fist. She’s tight, and being inside her is incredible. She lets out a moan as I withdraw and thrust deep again.
So sweet.
Fucking her is like a mind-altering drug. Each moan that escapes her chips away at my control until there’s nothing left, only her skin beneath my fingers, her heat throbbing around me, her body and mine. She arches and shudders, and I push deeper, harder, losing parts of myself inside her with each thrust. Her cry of pleasure comes out the same time as mine, as I spill myself inside her.
My weight finds the chair behind me, and I pull her down with me. I bury my face in her hair, stroking her shoulders. I’m still inside her, and I know I could fuck her again. I could go all day if she made herself available.
I run my fingers over her shoulders and back, stroking her gently, drawing slow patterns on her smooth skin.
She’s breathing slowly, trembling as I explore more of her skin. When I cup her breasts, she squirms on my lap then moves more deliberately, until she’s riding me up and down, slick, wet, beautiful.