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She nods and looks at the sprinkling of stars we can see past the skyscrapers. “I’m worried.”
“You’re worried you’re going to get hurt?” The last thing I’ve ever wanted to do is cause Val pain, but unfortunately, I’ve done my fair share of that over the years.
“Well.” She studies me, searching for a hint I might want more from her than sex. So I splash on a sexy smile to mask my true feelings. “No. I just—”
I end the conversation with a kiss. She’s worried about me because of last summer. Our last night together is vivid in my mind. I made love to her and promises fell from my lips, then bam, her ex-husband showed up the next morning saying he’d learned the errors of his ways and wanted to try again.
I need us to forget all that and move forward. I’ll never let myself get there with her again, so there’s no point worrying about it.
She pulls at my shirt, yanking me to her.
I didn’t think this through. I should have her at the hotel already.
Stripping my mouth from hers, I grab her hand. “We need to get to the hotel, pronto.”
Somehow, we make it through the hotel doors and up the elevator to our room.
I hold the room key above the sensor, examining her one more time. “You’re sure about this?”
“I’m a thirty-six-year-old woman, Dom. Let me make this decision.” She takes the key from my hand and slides it over the sensor. It beeps, the light changing to green. She pushes open the door and pulls me in by my tie. The door slams shut.
“Do me one favor?” I ask, pulling her toward me. “Take the ring off.”
The hurt in her eyes almost cuts me, but I have to. After sliding it off her finger, she puts the ring on the desk next to the box it came in, then she slips out of her heels and moves her hand to the zipper in the back.
“Let me,” I say, turning her around.
She swipes her hair off her back, resting it all over one shoulder. I find the zipper and slowly lower it until I see the top of her thong. My dick twitches at the first sight of the lacy fabric separating me from her pussy. My hands splay on the bare skin I’ve missed since last summer. Yeah, there was Vegas, but that was a drunken mess I only half remember. This time, I’m going to savor the moment with her.
When I slide my palms up her back, she arches, her head falling forward as my fingers dive under the fabric of her dress at her shoulders. It slides off and down her arms, and I lean forward, allowing my lips to taste her. The smell of her body wash pulls at my memories of us together. She leans back into my chest, and I push the dress off her torso, freeing her arms. A moan escapes her throat. With her head on my shoulder and her mouth so close to my ear, a shiver runs up the back of my neck.
“Always so beautiful,” I mumble, happy to see she went sans bra today. Her nipples are already peaked, but I squeeze them between my thumbs and forefingers and her back bolts up off my chest for a moment. “How do you want it?”
She turns her head and kisses the hollow of my neck. “I’m not picky. As long as it’s you I get.”
All those questions about whether we should or shouldn’t do this finally dissolve. Having Val in my arms again is like picking that one crazy stock that everyone thinks will crash but soars.
My hands glide down her thin dancer’s frame, pulling the dress until it falls off her hips and cascades to the floor.
“I have to see how wet you are.” I tease where her panties meet her skin. I almost want to save this part to make it last, but I’m way too greedy. Her body softens when my finger dips into her folds. “Tell me if this happened after our kiss.”
She raises one arm up and around my neck. “I’ve been wet for weeks around you. The kiss might have been the final straw, but…”
“Come here.”
I bend closer to kiss her and she turns in my arms, both her arms around my neck. Our kiss is slow and gentle. I can’t explain why I want to go ape-shit crazy on her, but at the same time I need to take my time. The thought that I’ll never have her again is scary. She’s only ever in my life for short excerpts.
“You’re way overdressed for this occasion.” She smiles, pulling at my tie. With my help, I’m quickly stripped down from the waist up. When her hands land on my belt, her fingers dip under the fabric to graze my skin. “I’ve missed him.”
I chuckle and shake my head. Her incessant need to refer to my manhood as though it’s a third party between us always gives me a laugh.
“He’s missed me too, I bet.” She lowers to her knees, her eyes on me.
I watch her undo my belt and pants, unzipping them carefully.
“Yes, he did.” She palms my hard length over my boxer shorts, and her other hand pushes my pants to the floor. After she runs her cheek over my bulge, her teeth tease me.
A groan echoes in the room, and I’m not sure if it was her or me.
