“I only had eyes for you,” I said, again with the side eye. “We’re gonna be fine. You’ll be away from here when the gossip spreads.”
“Probably not. I bet half the town knows by now,” he quipped. Surprisingly, he didn’t seem upset about that.
I let it be enough for now. We’d face the repercussions together. Love was in the air. I was back in the sex game. I had a lot of years to make up for. I tucked my bottom lip between my teeth as we parted ways at the car, he to the passenger side, me to the driver’s side. My suit coat tossed carelessly in the back. The thrill of what was to come was almost too much to handle.
The ride to the hotel felt like an eternity. I had to navigate the road and Beau’s advances at every stoplight. He was octopus worthy, growing eight hands that were all over me in the best possible way. I loved it even if our safety was in jeopardy with each mile driven.
I parked near the hotel’s front doors. The grip Beau used on my hand held the perfect balance of possessiveness and desire. I sensed we’d be a couple who held hands.
A couple. We were finally where we should have been five days ago. Beau locked a hand on my forearm, keeping me from leaving the car even after I opened my door.
“Kiss me,” he whispered.
“You have to let me go so we can go inside.”
Beau leaned in further for a kiss, but I dodged him. My guy wanted me, but we had to get to the room. What a thrilling dilemma to be in.
“Inside. Now.” I escaped his reach and left the car, taking long quick strides to the hotel’s sliding glass doors. Midway there, Beau’s heavy steps echoed behind me.
Once he reached me, his muscular arms roughly circled my waist, tugging me against his chest. Whoa, I was going to enjoy being manhandled in the bedroom. Goosebumps sprang to my skin. My love meter skyrocketed to untamable levels. When Beau’s lips latched onto my neck, my eyes did a backflip in my head. And then I was lifted off my feet as if I weighed nothing. His thick, hard cock rammed against my slacks-covered crease.
Jesus. He’d leave a lasting mark in a spot tough to hide, but honestly, I didn’t care. Over the years, I found myself envious of such a simple telltale sign that meant someone loved them.
“Quit teasing and take me inside,” I insisted. Beau didn’t let me go but loosened his lips and walked us toward the doors. “You can put me down,” I murmured. Instead, he buried his nose in the short strands of my hair.
“It’s been so long,” Beau whispered huskily.
“Then put me down so we can end the drought,” I urged.
He reluctantly complied. We both took hurried steps, side by side. The night staff’s greeting hung in the air, going unanswered. Beau’s insistent energy created a buzzing in my ears, sharpening my focus just like he had done when he first returned. Thankfully, the elevator door opened with a press of the call button. I stepped in. Beau was close behind, exuding a predator vibe.
“Our room’s just around the corner.”
“I like foreplay,” Beau whispered.
What a happy surprise. I flashed a cheeky grin. His words were pure gold. “I do too.” Perhaps all our non-bedroom adventures would be filled with kisses, caresses, and not-suitable-for-work touches in anticipation of our alone time.
He caged me in, lavishing my mouth as if his life depended on our intimacy. Since I was to be the responsible one, I focused on the dings from the call button.
The elevator doors opened. When I sprang off the wall, surprising and dislodging Beau, I was able to get us out into the hall. We had two doors to go. With my cock hard, heavy, and ready, I pulled out my wallet and started for the door. He stealthily came in behind me faster than I’d thought possible. Again, those strong arms enveloped me, drawing me backward against his chest. His deft fingers began to unbutton my dress shirt.
“How far do we have to go?” he asked huskily against my ear. The whisps of breath tickled and tingled across my heated skin.
“We’re close.” I kept going in the correct direction while Beau pulled my shirttails free of my slacks. I was certain there was a camera somewhere pointed down the hall as my shirt hung open.
I fumbled to fit the keycard in the door, barely getting it open when one of Beau’s seeking hands went north, the other south. His fingers pinched the tight bud of my nipple while the other slid underneath the waistband of my belted slacks and underwear.
The tips of his fingers played with the head of my hard cock. It felt so damned good. He also applied expert pressure to bring my body closer to the edge. I tucked my hips into the touch, a lustful moan escaping. He had me leaking.
Despite his surprising skill, I was determined not to give in until we were locked together inside the room. With my hands on the doorframe, I forcefully pulled away, catching Beau off guard again. I stumbled several steps inside the room while he was propelled the other way.
He righted himself before the door shut in his face and barreled through, the heavy door knocking solidly against the wall. I’d made it to my suitcase for the lubricant I brought.
I kicked off my shoes to the corner, tossing a hand in the air to stop Beau from coming after me. It shockingly worked. Beau came to an abrupt halt about two feet away. “Undress, I need to get the lube,” I said with more authority than I felt.
A lightbulb moment of understanding crossed Beau’s brow. He tugged the shirttails free and snapped open the pearl buttons in one sure yank. I forced my eyes away to the suitcase’s zipper compartment where I’d placed several packets of lube for the just in case.
I barely cracked the zipper open before my gaze darted back to Beau. Watching him undress was better than porn. When he hooked his thumb into the waistband and pushed the starchy jeans and underwear down, his gorgeous cock bounced free.
