“Baby, the only reason I’m quiet right now is because I’m so fucking happy. Do you have any idea how much I like you? How lucky I feel to even get to touch you like this?”
Her breath trembles, vibrating against my chest. “You do?”
I tuck one of her silky strands behind her ear. “Like a lot. Like an amount that would probably make you want to file a restraining order.”
She snorts and buries her face in my chest, giggling. When her laughter eases, she tilts her head up and our gazes lock. “I like you a lot, too. Maybe not restraining order levels, but it’s up there.”
I tip my head down and place a light peck on her lips. Well, it was supposed to be a light peck, but she grabs my face and keeps me there, deepening the kiss.
We make out, right there in the middle of the darkened boardwalk, and we don’t pull apart until a couple walks by and whistles at us.
Marisa laughs against my mouth, and her kiss-drunken eyes meet mine. “Maybe we should go up to the room?”
I swallow before nodding slowly. I think part of me had been avoiding going up to the room because I meant what I said. I’m not going to pressure her into anything she isn’t ready for. But it’s going to be pure torment sleeping in one room, knowing she’s in the next one. Close, but too far away. I need to think with my head up top, though. She’s too important to fuck things up with. And I already pushed it, getting a taste of her the other day. I should’ve waited and taken her out on a proper date before burying my face in her pussy, and I definitely shouldn’t have lether suck me off. With this, I need to remain strong. She calls the shots, she’s in the lead.
“Okay, let’s go up.”
“Holy shit,” Marisa exclaims when we get inside the suite. “This might be the nicest room I’ve ever stayed in.”
Not if I have any say.
She grabs my hand and drags me through the room. “Come on, let’s explore.” She jostles her eyebrows, and I can’t help but smile at her unadulterated excitement.
The suite is large, but it’s only slightly bigger than one of the cottages, so it’s not necessarily the longest exploration. The kitchen, living room, and dining room are one great room and then one bedroom is the primary, while the other is more standard sized. The primary is the last room we go into.
Marisa flops down on the bed and sighs. And of course, my dick decides to wake up.
She pats the spot next to hers. “Come on,” she pats again. “Come lie down next to me.”
I’m definitely not saying no to that. I loosen the collar of my shirt, undoing the top two buttons, and join her on the bed. She props herself on one elbow, resting on her side, and looks at me.
“I like this.” Her fingertips come up to my neck and skid down to the uncovered part of my chest. “I remember the first time I saw you. I thought this open, exposed, little piece was so hot.” Her cheeks blush, but her eyes stay on me while she licks her lips.
My own cheeks heat at her admission. I was such an asshole that day, I can’t believe she had one positive thought about me, let alone checked me out.
“Yeah?” I breathe, suddenly feeling overheated.
She dips her head and places a soft kiss where my neck meets my chest. She pulls back slightly, her lips hovering over the area. “So sexy,” she whispers, and her breath sends a jolt down my sternum and straight to my hardening cock. And then her lips go back, pressing another kiss to me, but this one is wetter, and I just know her tongue is poking out.
“You’re killing me,” I sigh, sensing my restraint fading. “I am merely a weak man.”
She laughs and moves off the bed to a standing position, and I sit up to watch her.
“Listen, Ethan, I get that you’re trying to be a gentleman and wait.” She pauses and slips a strap off that sexy little dress, letting it fall down her shoulder. “But could you maybe stop being so polite?”
The second strap falls, exposing more of her cleavage. She reaches around her back, and I hear the zipper being pulled down.
“I didn’t wear this uncomfortable bra for nothing.”
The dress falls, gathering at her feet before she kicks it away, standing in front of me in nothing but a black, lacy bra and thong, and strappy black high heels.
Fuuuuuck.
She walks up to me, closing the distance between us until she’s nestled within my legs as I sit on the edge of the bed, very close to losing my goddamn mind. Her hands rest on the tops of my shoulders while mine stay tightly at my sides. With our height difference, her full tits hang heavy in my face, begging to be touched.
Her hands trail from my shoulders, down my arms, and the movement presses her tits even closer, close enough to take in my mouth.
“Ethan,” she sighs. “I want you to touch me.”
