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Twelve
I am a ball of nervous energy as Bentley leads me out of the lounge and down a long hallway and then another before finally reaching a set of elevators. Sliding his hotel key into a card slot, the doors open immediately and he quickly ushers me inside.
All four walls of the elevator are covered in floor to ceiling mirrors and as the car begins to climb, I catch Bentley watching me in the mirror wall directly in front of me. I want to play it off like the feeling of his eyes on me holds no weight over me but I can't break the contact of our eyes once it's made.
I watch as he steps up behind me. I watch his hands as they start at my shoulders and slowly begin to travel down my arms and across my sides, eventually dipping lower. I watch as he hooks the hem of my dress with his index finger and slowly lifts the material, revealing my bare flesh inch by inch as his hand travels upwards.
I take a sharp inhale as I watch his hand slide to my inner thigh and then his thumb brush my most sensitive area through the thin material of my panties. I tear my gaze away from his hands, no longer able to control the shake of my knees at the sight of what he's doing. The moment my eyes find his in the reflection of the mirror, his hand falls away and he takes a step backwards, a triumphant smirk pulling up the corners of his mouth.
Spinning to face him, I am seconds away from spitting out some smart ass comment but am silenced when the elevator doors slide open. Stepping past me, Bentley grabs my forearm when I make no attempt to move on my own and gently tugs. While my mind is a fog and nothing quite seems real, my body seems to know exactly what to do, whatever Bentley asks of it.
Stepping off the elevator, it's clear immediately that we are on a private floor. The hallway is much shorter than that of a normal hotel floor and there is only one door, which sits directly to our right. Bentley leads me to the door and then uses the same key he used for the elevator to unlock it. The moment he pushes the door open, I have to consciously hold my mouth shut to keep my jaw from hitting the floor.
Taking two steps inside, I am so busy taking in the beauty of the room that I jump slightly when the door latches behind me. “You like it?” Bentley asks, coming up behind me and trailing his hands down my bare arms, causing my skin to prickle under his touch.
“It's incredible.” I say, letting my eyes travel across the large open area that looks more like a mansion in the sky rather than a hotel room. The space is at least ten times the size of Patty's house. Filled with plush couches and flat panel televisions, fresh flowers, and the most interesting pieces of art I think I have ever seen. Everything about this room screams money. And while it's not something I am used to, in a weird way it completes this whole fairy tale thing that I get to live for one night.
“Wait til you see the bedroom.” He laughs lightly, dropping his lips to the crook of my neck as he begins slowly trailing kisses up to my jawline before spinning me to face him.
“Why don't you show me then?” I challenge, brushing my hand lightly against his chest and letting it linger there for a moment, loving the feeling of his heart pounding beneath my palm.
“Later.” He says, stepping out of my reach and crossing the space to the fully equipped kitchen that sits open to the living area just to the left of the room. A large u-shaped counter boxes in the space to give the effect of separate rooms while still remaining completely open to the rest of the suite.
Pulling open the refrigerator door, he pulls out a bottle of the same champagne I had in the limo before retrieving two flutes from one of the cabinets. “Are you trying to get me drunk?” I joke, cocking my head to the side as I slide into one of the bar stools that line the kitchen counter and lean forward on my elbows.
“And if I am?” He asks, laughter radiating from his voice.
“You can save yourself the trouble.” I say, pinning my eyes directly on him. “You've already got me here. So tell me Mr. Reed, what are you going to do with me?”
Crossing the kitchen, he leans across the opposite side of the counter until his face is just inches from mine. “Stick around and I promise you'll find out.” He breathes, touching his lips lightly to mine. He makes a move to pull away but I latch my hand around the back of his neck and hold him in place.
“Why wait?” I pant against his lips. I have waited long enough. Spent hours agonizing over what this night would hold. I will be damned if I am going to let him torture me for a second longer. Tightening my grip when he moves to pull away, I slowly close my mouth down on his, starting out slow, working light kisses across his bottom lip before sucking it into my mouth and biting lightly.
He hisses against my lips, moaning slightly when I run my tongue along the bitten area. I can feel him shake slightly under my touch and the knowledge of how much I am affecting him takes the forefront above everything else, instilling in me a power I am not used to possessing.
Releasing his neck, I push myself up off the stool and climb onto my knees onto the counter. Moving forward about six inches, I stop when his face is practically touching my chest. Sliding down onto my butt, I immediately wrap my legs around his waist and pull his body flush with mine.
“I've given you enough time Mr. Reed.” I say, kissing his lips and then his cheek, before trailing my lips lightly along his jawline, loving the way his day old scruff scrapes against my skin. “Stop stalling.” I whisper into his ear before nibbling softly on his lobe.
“Logan.” He warns, his hands stilling my hips as I attempt to grind my body into his.
“Bentley.” I purr innocently, before closing my mouth down on his once again. This time the restraint he has managed to hold up to this point visibly breaks away right in front of me as he takes my mouth roughly, his tongue plunging inside in long sweeps with an urgency that sends me spiraling.
There are no words to describe how incredible it feels to be here with him like this. To have him kiss me the way he is kissing me right now. To have his hands gripping me in a way that makes it seem like he is trying to anchor himself to the world or rather, to me.
“Logan.” He gasps, breaking away from my mouth as he immediately drops his lips to the sensitive flesh of my neck. Dropping my head back, I take slow steady breaths as he trails kisses down my wind pipe, across my collarbone, and then back up to my jaw.
Every touch of his hand, every hitch of his breath, every single movement of his body, sends my control spiraling further out of my grasp. I want to cling to it. I want to take hold of the situation and prove that I am the one in control, but as Bentley pulls the low neck of my dress down further and begins trailing his kisses across my breasts, I am lost. Lost to the sensation, lost to the feeling of his lips on me, his hands on my body.
Arching my back into his touch, I can't even begin to stifle my cries of pleasure as his mouth settles over my nipple and he gently sucks it into his mouth. He swirls his tongue around the sensitive flesh before switching to the other side and repeating the same slow torturous process until I am practically begging him to take me right here and now.
“Enough.” I cry when I feel like I can take no more. “Now Bentley.” I demand, pulling his face up to meet mine as my lips find his once more. “Take me now.” I plead, pushing my tongue roughly into his mouth, my hand tangling in the back of his hair, holding him to me.
I can tell the moment the words leave my lips that it's all the encouragement he needs. We both want this so badly, there's no time to explore, to tease, or to play. I can tell by the way his hands shake and how rapidly his heart is beating against my chest that he wants this just as badly as I do.
Breaking away from my mouth, he slides my body down until I am laying flat on my back on top of the counter. Reaching under my dress, he pulls away the material of my panties and tosses them to the side before gripping my hips and flipping me to the opposite side, my stomach now flush with the cool marble of the counter as my bare ass is completely exposed to him.
