“You can call me Wyn. And what should I call you?” Wyn continued.
The way she said it made Eliza think Wyn wasn’t her actual name, or at least not the one she went by daily. It was smart to use something different.
“Elle.”
Nobody had called Eliza that in her life, so it would do its job at keeping reality even further from the night.
“As in, short for Elizabeth?” Wyn asked.
They exited the elevator and walked down the hallway past room after room. Wyn searched in her pockets and pulled out a keycard, fiddling with it as they stopped outside a door. Eliza was hit with the realization that Wyn wasn’t talking to be curious. She was nervous. This confident, no nonsense, no time wasted woman was nervous, and suddenly Eliza was filled with a deep need to ease those worries.
Eliza placed her hand on Wyn’s slightly shaking one as the keycard finally worked and the door clicked open.
“Hey, nothing is set in stone, okay? If you want to have a drink from the minibar and chat more about puppies or terrible lighting, I’m good with that. Or I can hop back into that elevator and head back down again. No harm done.”
Wyn looked up at Eliza, and her face softened. She smiledand propped the door open, gesturing for Eliza to enter.
“Are you kidding? That minibar would bankrupt me. The best I can offer is the free room temperature water that comes with the place. Or me. Take your pick.”
Eliza turned as Wyn stepped through the door behind her. She let her gaze wander up and down Wyn’s body. The nerves weren’t as obvious now, but they were still there. Wyn’s eyes were filled with something much more potent, though. Lust. Eliza took a step forward and closed the gap between them as she reached past Wyn to click the door shut.
“You.”
Chapter Two
Rowyn McNeil’s mouth had a habit of impulsively getting her into situations that her brain often had to work double time to get her out of. This, however, wasn’t one of those times. Elle’s body pressed closer to her as she shut the door, and Rowyn inhaled at the electricity humming between them. From the moment she had set eyes on Elle as she walked toward the bar like a woman on a not so fun mission, Rowyn had wanted to fix whatever it was that had caused Elle’s face to look so dejected. As they had spoken, that feeling had only grown in a way that Rowyn couldn’t explain. All she knew was that she wanted more. More laughter, more words, more time with this alluring woman.
“Are you sure you want to…”
Rowyn cut off the words as she leaned up and pressed her lips to Elle’s. The kiss started off slow, curious, and searching as they found a rhythm. Elle walked until Rowyn’s back pressed against the door. The kiss became heated as their tongues explored each other’s mouths and their hands moved to find skin.
“I’m sure,” Rowyn panted as Elle’s lips moved across her jaw and sent fire shooting through every inch of her body.
Elle laughed lightly against her skin at the delayed reply. Rowyn ran her hands over the soft satin fabric of Elle’s shirt before she moved them down to cup her ass and press them closer.
“You took your time answering, but I got the message,” Ellesaid.
She placed soft kisses along the curve of Rowyn’s neck.
“Answers aren’t always verbal.”
Rowyn’s voice hitched as Elle’s teeth grazed her sensitive skin.
“Mmm, true, but some will have to be. We don’t know each other, so I don’t take chances with guessing that I’ll know what you do or don’t want. For example, when I nibbled your neck, you seemed to like it. But I need confirmation that you did before I do anything more than lightly nibble.”
“Fuck. You have no idea how wet it made me when you said that. Which is probably answer enough, but for the sake of clarity, yes. Yes, I liked it.”
Elle nodded her approval and moved her lips back down as Rowyn arched her neck.
“I’m sure I’ll find out exactly how wet it made you very soon.”
Holy shit.
The voice, the words, the delivery—every sentence Elle spoke had Rowyn’s body wanting more. Elle placed kisses along her neck and then bit softly, then more firmly, on a spot that had Rowyn’s knees practically buckling beneath her. Rowyn had always liked a little bit of pain with her pleasure, and Elle knew exactly how to provide it.
The haze of lust intensified, and the world slowed down around them. Rowyn focused solely on the way Elle made her feel. There was nothing quite like the fog of desire to recentre Rowyn in the moment and calm her overactive mind.
“Take your clothes off for me,” Elle said as she stepped back and lifted an eyebrow expectantly.
