I chuckle, the sound low and deep as I grind my hips into her. “I think you know exactly how untrue that is.”
“Not yet. Take me to your room and show me.” She releases my shirt, and I straighten to look at her. With her lips swollen and her eyes hazy, she’s somehow even more beautiful.
I don’t need to be told twice. I rearrange my erection, which is tenting my loose-fitting pants in an obscene way. I’m not about to let the people of Halifax have any more of a show than they’ve already gotten tonight, so I untuck my shirt, not caring how rumpled and messy it might make me look.
The next moment, I take Elizabeth’s hand, and we begin our brisk walk out the garden gates and toward the yellow glowinglights of our hotel. She yelps and giggles when I pick her up and jog across the road, causing a few cars to honk at us. My grin is so wide it hurts as I set her down on the steps.
The doorman pretends not to notice us, but I don’t miss the curve of his lips and slight shake of his head. I practically skip to the elevator, where we don’t have to wait for the doors to open. Thank fuck.
I scan my card as she asks, “What floor?”
“Seven,” I say breathlessly.
“Same as mine.” She stays on the other side of the elevator, fiery gaze roaming slowly, intentionally over my body. It takes herculean strength to hold myself back from lunging at her, kissing her again, touching every inch of her creamy skin.
Finally, the metal box dings, and before the doors have fully opened, I say, “left.” As she steps in front of me, slipping off the borrowed jacket I weirdly hope she keeps forever, my eyes land on her mostly exposed back, and I can’t force my hands to keep to themselves anymore.
I grab her waist, lowering my lips to her shoulder as I rearrange my steps to be in sync with hers. It slows us down some, but I don’t mind when she whimpers and guides my hand to her breast.
I swipe over her hardened nipple, realizing for the first time tonight, she’s not wearing anything under this shirt, and I bite down on the spot where her neck meets her shoulder. And my dream girl answers with a breathy gasp.
When we reach my door, I say a silent thanks to whatever higher power is responsible for me not fumbling with the key and struggling to get the door to unlock, because it does so on the first try.
As we stumble inside, we immediately crash together, mouths seeking each other desperately. My jacket is dropped to the floor, and Elizabeth’s arms wrap around my neck. I kick offmy shoes and press her into the wall, reaching for the backs of her thighs so I can lift her. She doesn’t miss a beat, wrapping her legs around me.
Yanking on my hair, she pulls our lips apart. “I have questions.” Her pupils are dilated, and her breathing is shallow, but she continues, “Have you been tested recently, and have you been with anyone since?”
So we’re getting safety out of the way now. Got it. “Yes. Results were good. And no. I’ve also never fucked anyone without a condom.”
“Good. You won’t be doing that tonight, either, but if my mouth is going anywhere near your cock, I need to know these things.” She rolls her hips, and I hiss at the contact. Even over layers of clothing, she’s so fucking warm. “I’m also clear. On birth control, but condoms are a must. You have some?”
“Yeah,” I answer quickly, nodding for good measure.
“Such a good boy, Peter.” Elizabeth arches her back, and I groan, both at her words and the feel of her body against mine. Having had enough of talking, I carry her to the bed and throw her onto it. She lands with a bounce and a giggle, and for a moment, I’m stunned, standing there staring at her still fully clothed, but in my bed. She’s a dream.
“Take your clothes off,” she demands, and my hands instantly get to work on the buttons on my polo, then pull off both it and the T-shirt I need underneath because?—
“Oh, shit,” Elizabeth whispers. “Didn’t seethatcoming.”
CHAPTER 5
MY MAN KRYPTONITE.
BILLIE
My eyes dart left to right, and my mouth waters at the sight of the small piercings through both of his nipples. This man is full of surprises.
He continues his ministrations, working on his belt and pants next, removing his socks along with them, leaving him in nothing but a pair of gray boxer briefs. My man kryptonite. Give me a woman in a lacy black thong any day, but a man in a tight pair of boxer briefs? With a rather impressive bulge in it? Oof. Put a fork in me. I’m done.
There’s a moment of hesitation, then he pushes the only thing left on his body down. If I could see myself right now, I’d bet money on the fact I probably look like one of the cartoon characters I grew up watching, with eyes bulging out of my head and my tongue rolling on the floor. Peter’s… peter… isreallydamn impressive.
“Your turn?” he asks, a tiny bit of doubt now present in his voice.
I pry my eyes away from the perfect specimen that is his dick and shake my head. “You do it.”
His answering smirk is enough for me to know he’s going to have no issues with me being a little bossy in the bedroom. It’s not for everyone. I’ve been told it’s off-putting, and it’s not the only thing about my personality that seems to be that way for some people. I can be a lot, and I know it, though it doesn’t always register in the moment. Realization usually dawns after the fact, at random times in the day or in the middle of the night.
Concentrate, Billie. There’s a very hot, very naked man about to fuck you into oblivion, or at least—hopefully—into an orgasm.
