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“I was in the area.” His chest is heaving rapidly like he was running.
I cross my arms. “In the area?”
“Work, Spitfire. I was working.”
I cross my arms over my chest. “How did you even know my car?”
“I saw it yesterday. Pretty obvious no one at that hotel was driving a Bentley.”
“Ah. Well, as much as I appreciate your concern, I’m fine.” I uncross my arms and run them down my dress, trying to hide the fact that the mention of our time alone makes me shiver.
I try to slide back into my car, but he grabs me by the waist and throws me over his shoulder. “Not tonight.”
I just lie there like a dead fish as he walks across the parking lot because I don’t want to fight him. The view of his tight ass is too enjoyable, and the touch of his hands on me sends that same fire across my skin as before. But when I hear a door open, I start to freak out. I can’t let him carry me across the hotel like this. It’s too fucking risky. “No!” I start to wiggle in his hold. “I can’t go in there.”
When he finally sets me on my feet, I see we’re in the stairwell and not the lobby. I quickly regain my composure and shimmy my dress down my legs. “Oh.”
“I have a room. You can stay until you sober up completely.”
“Look, Stallion. I’m barely buzzed.” I touch my pointer to my nose, then raise a leg to show him I can stand without falling.
“Buzzed or not, accidents still happen. Now, you can either walk up the next two flights of stairs alone, without fighting, or I can carry you while you scream. I don’t care either way.” He leans against the wall and plants the sole of his shoe on it like he has all night.
“Depends…” I start. “Will touching me make your dick hard?” The words come out before I can think, and I’m embarrassed.
Normally, I wouldn’t give three fucks about something I say to a man. A man I don’t even know, no less, but for some reason, I want to be dignified and poised around Stallion, hints why I’m not giving in to him so easily. I want him to see me for more than ass, even though that’s the only reason he and I both wanted to meet up in the first place. If I’m even just a fraction more, this whole thing will last longer.
At least, I hope so.
That sinister grin graces his lips, and fuck if it doesn’t make me wet. He pushes off the wall and walks toward me until my back is pressed against the brick. He cages me in with his arms and leans close to my face.
Here, under the bright white fluorescent lights, I can see more of him than ever before. Light freckles paint his skin, and his eyes aren’t just brown; they have flecks of gold and splashes of black. “Is that what you want, Spitfire?”
My eyes drift close, and I moan involuntarily as his chest brushes against mine.
“Say it, and I’ll give it to you,” he whispers, running his lips along my jaw lightly. “Tell me how badly you want me, how you haven’t been able to stop thinking about me, then get on your knees and show me.”
Am… Am I turned on by this?The quiver in my legs answers for me.
“Mentioning your dick getting hard… Is that all it took?” I open my eyes and look at him as he moves his face in front of me.
“All it took for what?”
“For you to want me?”
He looks to my lips, then back to my eyes. “No. I texted because I was already craving you, but I like seeing you all hot and bothered. I like that my words can do that to you.” He pushes away from me and starts up the steps like none of this just happened. “You coming?” He glances over his shoulder.
I roll my eyes and push off the wall with a pout. “Not coming in the way I want,” I mumble, following him up.
We make it to the second landing, and he opens the door and holds it open. I step around him into the hallway and let him take the lead again. He stops in front of room two sixteen, slides the key card in, then opens the door when it blinks green.
I walk inside and look around. Unlike the dingy motel, I’m familiar with this place, and there is more than dim lighting. There is only a phone charger plugged in on the nightstand and a black duffel bag tucked under it. Clearly, he isn’t going to be here long.
“You said you’re here for work?” I ask, turning around to face him.
“Not here. In the area.” He circles his hand in the air.
“And what did you say you do for work?” I pry, trying to get anything out of him.
