I hope Vanessa is happy to see me.
My heart thumps as I hype myself up to climb onto the bed. I need to ensure she doesn’t scream before she realizes it’s me, which is probably going to scare the hell out of her for a second.
My knee hits the edge of the mattress, and I wrap my palm over her mouth. My jaw falls as her skin heats mine, but I only get a second to think about why she’s so warm.
Her eyes pop open, and she struggles as her hands fly to claw my forearm. I move my knee between hers, fully trapping her in place as I lean over her.
“Shh, princess. It’s just me,” I murmur as she knees me in the ass.
Her hazy eyes widen, and she stops thrashing.
I quirk an eyebrow. “You done?”
She nods, and her naughty little tongue flicks against my palm. My cock jumps, and she has to be able to feel it with the way I’m stretched out over her.
I pull my palm from her mouth and release her forearm, which I’m not even sure when I grabbed. I’ve been keeping myself up with my knees and abs, but I plant my hand near her head.
“Holy shit,” she whispers, a brilliant smile breaking out over her face. “How?”
I chuckle, keeping my voice low as I say, “Charlotte owed me one. Her guys were less than enthusiastic about helping me find you, but we know who’s in charge in that house.”
“I felt so bad about not being able to warn you.” Vanessa wraps her hand around my neck, pulling me lower. “I asked Moretti to bring me by my family’s house after the party. I was going to leave you a note or something, but he refused. I had no idea he was going to pull that shit.”
“It’s okay,” I murmur, my lips ghosting over hers. “I didn’t mind chasing you down.”
She captures my lower lip, swirling her tongue around it.
A low growl rattles out of my chest.
She’s feisty.
That much was clear when she woke up in the hotel, and rather than crying or begging, she kept herself together like a champ.
Her tongue fights mine for dominance, but that makes it even sweeter when she gives in and lets me take control. My forearm digs into the mattress as I flatten my palm over the top of her head.
They sure know how to blast the heat in this place, and I can’t tell if she’s warm from being under the covers or if it’s something more. Even her tongue feels hot compared to mine. Her tart apple and cinnamon scent gets heavier and sweeter the longer our mouths meet.
The fucking comforter is trapped between us, and it would feel so much better to grind against her without it in the way.
Vanessa whimpers against my lips, and I pull back to tell her I didn’t intend to maul her. Her face is so red that I can see it despite the low lighting.
I brush the backs of my fingers over her cheek as my forehead wrinkles. “Did you catch a cold? You’re burning up.”
“I’ve been on suppressants for almost six years straight. My father had the housekeepers steal them when he thought I was going to live with Grigoryan.” She groans, pulling a hand between us to rub her stomach. “Fuck. The cramps are so bad.”
I dart a look at the main door and check back on Vanessa.
She groans, and my anxiety bumps up.
If she gets noisy, her guard could come to check on her. That sick, fucked-up side of me enjoys the adrenaline boost that comes from knowing we could be caught at any moment.
“What can I do to help?” I ask, brushing my nose against hers.
“Kiss me more,” she whispers, nodding frantically.
“Are you sure I shouldn’t go find your husband?” I chuckle, holding myself up enough that I can slide under the blanket with her.
“Don’t get me started on Moretti. He legit told me to live my life and see what I like. Just to be discreet about it.” She rolls her pretty hazel eyes. “He shouldn’t have said it if he didn’t mean it.”
