The soft hitch of her breath confirmed what I already knew to be true.
“Fiveminutes,” I murmured.
Without another word, she sauntered away. She glanced at me again before she disappeared. My gaze caught Gemma’s wide eyes across the room. She mouthed something to me, but I was already planning my seduction.
Because if Rissa wanted to play, I was ready to win.
Room 6514.
Before I could knock, Rissa swung the door open and beckoned me inside with her forefinger.
I pulled her flush against me, groaning when she dug her fingers into my hair and kissed me. Hard.
Her lips against mine, the sound of her soft moans, the feel of her body pressed to mine . . . Shit. It was everything I imagined but somehow nothing like I expected.
She felt good. So damn good it felt like I was crawling out of my skin, setting up an encampment around her. And I wanted this feeling to last as long as possible. I wanted to worship her, but first . . .
I turned her around and hiked her dress up. When my fingers grazed her pussy—herwetpussy—I groaned. Damn, she was so warm.
“Asa,” she breathed as I pressed my finger against her clit.
“Shhh,” I commanded. “Hold still.”
I started slow at first, easing her legs apart and sinking one finger, then two inside her.
“Three minutes,” I whispered against her neck.
I would’ve said one, but I wanted to drag this out a little more, take my time.
Her head fell back against my chest as I continued, moving in and out leisurely. She was so damn wet and my dick was ready for more. That muthafucka wanted to skip ahead to the good part.
Not yet though. Not until she came on my fingers, then against my tongue.
Her body trembled as I picked up the pace, thrusting my fingers deeper. Harder. With my free hand, I slid a finger over her clit and pinched it. I could smell her now, her arousal, and it was downright addictive. My new favorite scent. I wanted to bottle it, save it for my use only. So I could always remember how it felt to finally be with her.
Rissa shifted her hips against me, rubbing her ass against my erection, taunting my dick with her movements.
Shit.
I squeezed my eyes shut, willing my body not to race ahead. Not now.
Adding more pressure, I whispered, “Did I say you could move?”
“Fuck,” she grunted.
“Soon,” I promised.
I felt her pussy tighten around my fingers, signaling she was close, that she was on the edge. And when she collapsed against me, riding my fingers through her orgasm like I hoped she would ride my dick later, I sucked in a deep breath. Because it was beautiful,shewas beautiful. Watching her come for me, hearing her whisper my name, feeling her giving over control to me.
I wanted it onlyforme.
I wanted herwithme only.
Tipping her chin up, I covered her mouth with mine, kissing her long and hard. When she bit me, I went crazy a little. Because that shit was hot as fuck. I whipped her around, pressing my lips against hers again, pulling more soft moans, more low groans, more short whimpers, more cute purrs.
I stopped only to breathe, before gripping her neck and bringing her back to me. This time, I let her set the pace. She peppered me with kisses, over my jaw to my ear then back to my mouth.
When she gripped my shirt in her palm, she tugged me toward the bed, never breaking the kiss, stealing the thin thread of restraint I had left. Once the back of her knees hit the bed, we tumbled onto the mattress.
