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He stands patiently in front of me, letting me touch him as he fingers the straps of my dress. They’re thin and easy to push down my shoulders. Once they hang limp on my arms, he runs the back of his pointer finger up along a pulse line on my neck then back down along my collarbone.
I shiver.
A smile lifts at the edge of his mouth and he continues his gentle exploration.
I finish with his shirt, pushing it off his broad shoulders. Once it’s on the floor, he steps forward to find the zipper on the back of my dress. An eye for an eye, I think.
He tugs and the only sounds in the room are our breaths and that zipper, peeling down my back.
My dress sags now that there’s nothing holding it up. My strapless bra is visible only for as long as it takes him to unclasp it, and then it’s falling too, off the bed, onto his shirt. In that instant, his hands slide up my ribs and cover my chest. I look down and watch him touch me. I feel beautiful with the way he’s reacting. It’s like someone’s been holding him back, keeping him away, and now that he’s finally touching me, he can’t get enough.
I try to reach for his belt, but just then, he bends down to take with his mouth what he’s already felt with his hands. My head falls back and a soft moan escapes as I feel his tongue lap over my breasts.
“Forty-five minutes isn’t that long,” I warn him as his hands tug the front of my dress down a little more. An inch. Two. I’m naked from the ribs up. His eyes eat me alive.
In response to my worry, he hauls me up and tosses me back onto the bed. I bounce a little.
His brown eyes are feral.
I scurry away from him, playfully.
He grabs my ankles and hauls me back toward the edge of the mattress.
His weight covers me and his hands are in my hair, holding my face angled up to him so when he kisses me, it’s unencumbered magic.
His groans match my own and his lips trail from my mouth to my chin, to the sensitive skin just underneath. He kisses me lower, spreading heat. I writhe and arch up with every new territory he conquers.
His hands are tugging my dress lower. My panties are silky smooth against his suit pants, but that’s not fair. I want access. I demand access.
Unfortunately, Derek doesn’t agree.
“You’re mine,” he whispers against my ear as his hand slides down the front of my panties. Lower. Parting.
My head tilts back and my mouth clamps shut. I don’t think the nice, imagined family staying next door needs to hear the dirty thoughts racing through my brain right now. Derek knows I’m having a hard time containing myself, though. His wicked smirk tells me so just before he slides a finger inside me. Pumps slowly. Adds another. His mouth finds my breast again and I groan his name, raking my nails down his back as he brings me close to an orgasm right before pulling back.
He isn’t intimidated by my distress.
He stands and takes two steps away from the bed. Towering over me as I lie on the sheets, perfectly exposed. My skin is on fire from his kerosene-soaked caresses. He stares, as self-assured as ever, while he tugs off his belt and unbuttons his pants. Dark boxer briefs are tugged low and my lips part before I wet my lips.
“Do you have a condom?” I ask, my voice pitched with need. “If not, I’ll call down to the concierge and demand one. Do they keep that sort of thing behind the desk?”
I’m already reaching for the phone when he tells me he has one in his suitcase. I turn, looking over my shoulder as he retrieves it and tears it open with confident ease, unrolling it while I stare.
I think my role in this scene is supposed to be Girl Waiting Patiently on Bed, but I can’t wait. I stand up and walk toward him, pushing him gently back toward the wall. He smiles and accepts my eager kiss before spinning us around, caging me in. The wallpaper is smooth as he hoists me up, guiding my legs around his waist.
“Here?” he asks, brushing his hand between my legs so he can taunt me with soft circles.
“Anywhere,” I tell him, sounding frenzied. “The wall. The floor. The bed. Just—”
That sentence is cut off sharply when he angles himself between us and pushes inside me in one hard thrust.
“Big,” is the word I choose to say.
It hangs between us and he actually laughs.
LAUGHS.
Then he pulls out of me slowly and thrusts back in again just as hard. Again. Our hips meet and I emit the most pitiful cry of “I’m dying.”
