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“Who knew two virgins not having sex could be so hot?”
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zeke
I waitoutside the hotel restaurant as she says goodnight to Edie’s friends, anxious for a moment alone with Faye. We haven’t had a moment alone since we went to bed last night, and by then we were too exhausted to enjoy it. After the quarry tasting debacle, I couldn’t have gotten us to the hotel fast enough, but then we got corralled into a dinner. And now, I can hear Faye’s sweet laughter from around the corner. My heart hammers in my chest thinking about Faye behind that door, wondering what’s going through her mind.
I sort of thought there was little room for misinterpretation when my erection was digging into her backside. And yet, until I’ve actually heard her ask for more, I won’t let myself get my hopes up.
“Hey,” she says as she approaches, her soft gray sweater dress swaying with her hips. Her cheeks are flushed and she must’ve taken a moment to tie her hair on top of her head.
“Ready?” I ask, my voice hinting at the things I want her to be ready for.
She flushes and nibbles on her bottom lip. That little bite goes straight to my cock and I press my hand against the small of her back, nudging her toward the elevators.
We ride the elevator with other wedding guests, and I pull her against me to make room. She leans back and I press a kiss to the crown of her head as she makes polite conversation with the passengers. As they talk about flowers and so-and-so from Hartford, I slide my hands down to her hips and pull her against the ridge of my hard-on. She lets out a breathy laugh and presses a hand to her cheek.
Damn. Seeing her flustered is about the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
“You two are just so darling,” the woman says as she and her partner exit the elevator.
As if we’re children holding hands instead of a grown man wedging his erection between a woman’s ass cheeks.
“See you tomorrow,” she says, as the doors shut, leaving us alone.
I tug her back, grinding into her ass as I press a sharp kiss to her neck. She gasps and clutches at my wrist.
“Zeke,” she whispers, and my dick twitches.
The elevator stops and I nudge her toward our room, not letting go of her the whole way. She giggles when I struggle with the lock, and then push her in as soon as I get it open. I stalk after her into the room as she stares at me, wide-eyed and breathless. She stops when her back hits the thick column of the bed’s poster, her chest rising up and down in quick, frenzied pants.
I cup her cheeks, and press a soft, feather-light kiss to her full, sweet lips. Her eyes stay closed as I pull back and stroke my thumb over her bottom lip. She’s nibbled on it so many times and I can’t help myself. I lean in and suck that juicy lip into my mouth, nipping at it. She gasps, and exhales on a low, throaty moan.
Fuck. That sound shoots like a current straight to my balls. I kiss her again, her lips sweet and slick and so fucking sexy. I stroke my fingers down her chin, tracing a line down her throat and around the back of her neck. I squeeze her neck lightly, forcing her to tilt her head the way I want it, and she obeys. She yields to me and I sweep my tongue across hers, so light, so playful at first, and then I can’t hold back. Our kiss turns heated, our tongues thrusting in perfect rhythm with each other, and I slip my fingers up the front of her soft gray dress.
She wraps her arms around my neck, threading her fingers through my hair and tugging in the direction she wants me. Fuck if that doesn’t make me even harder. I kiss her cheek, suck on her earlobe, lightly graze my teeth down the column of her throat, all while tugging her sweater dress over her head.
I stop and stare at her. She’s leaning against the bedpost, her lips plump and swollen, cheeks pink, and wearing only a pink lace bra and green cotton panties. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.
“What is it?” There’s uncertainty in her voice, as if she’s a breath away from covering up her gorgeous flesh.
“You’re beautiful,” I say, pressing a kiss to the hollow of her neck, and then trailing kisses down her chest, until I’m on my knees.
I settle my hands into the curve of her waist, slipping them up the back so I can unclasp her bra. I tug it gently, and it falls, her soft, pink breasts tumbling out. I press my mouth to the warm skin between her breasts, inhaling her sweet pea scent.
When I look up at her, she’s watching me with hooded eyes, chewing on that lip. I run my thumb over it to soothe the ache, and she presses a kiss to the pad of my thumb.
“Faye,” I say, like a prayer. “What do you want?”
She’s quiet, staring down at me, as if she’s never thought to consider a question like this. I rise to my feet and cup her face in my hands, kissing her lips softly again.
“Tell me what you want,” I whisper. “I’ll give it to you.” I rise to my feet.
“I don’t want anything you don’t want to give.” She speaks with her eyes closed, as if making a wish.
I wait for her to open them. When she does, her hazel eyes are glassy, hesitant. I rub my nose against hers and press my fingers into her hair.
“I want to give you everything.”
