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She rolled her eyes again. “You stop!”
Dragging her to her room door, I pointed. “This is your room.”
Her eyes lit up and stared me down before fishing for the room key. A flash of green appeared, and she opened the door. Relief eased through my body to replace the tension I’d been feeling since being at the club. That shit had had a vice grip on me and I didn’t like it.
Stress was never something that ever happened to me. Until Alaska and this trip it had been nonexistent. Before I could process and get my bearings, she was yanking me into the room.
“Wh-hat are you doing?” My eyes had grown large.
It was dark inside her room, but the light from outside on the streets allowed me to make out certain things. I knew where the desk was, could see the door to the bathroom partly ajar. I could see the bed.
“You said…it was your BIRRRVVVDDAY!” Nora slurred the fact that I was another year older.
“Nora,” I replied.
She wagged her finger in the dark and I knew she was smiling.
“There’s no one watching here,” she started forward.
“Nora,” I groaned as she came in close running her hands all over my chest, peeking up at me. “…I’d leave you so sore, Darlin. You would be aching and crying for my return.”
She gasped.
“Maybe that’s what we both need,” she inched up, and even though she was in heels I still towered over her. Our mouths were so close, they were grazing each other.
She was a petite little thing in those heels she strutted around in. “Maybe you’re an itch…and I gotta know what it’s like just one time.”
She started to laugh then, stepping back from me and taking her warmth with her.
Nora had me frozen.
I was struck by her words.
In the darkness of her room, with just me and her, Nora began to peel away her clothing. She started with the leather jacket. She flung it across the room, and it landed somewhere, not that I cared. Then, she slipped the thin spaghetti straps belonging to the dress off her shoulder. In my mind’s eye, both the Corsican and I had thoughts of kissing those shoulders and trailing down to where I knew my dick would melt like candy in her mouth.
“Fuck!” I hissed as if something hot was touching my skin.
“I’ll regret this tomorrow,” she said.
The dress inched down and revealed the strapless bra keeping her ample chest covered. Easily, she had D cups sitting on a petite frame and the more she revealed of her body the more my pulse raced. The Corsican was trying to stir buthecouldn’t have this moment. This one was for me.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I found myself saying as my eyes raked over her body. “I can’t…”
She stepped out of the dress, but all that was left was the sheer underwear and the black suede thigh high boots. Nora had become some sort of Playboy fantasy come to life. She plopped back onto the bed breaking the reverie she’d created.
It all turned to slow motion after that.
She unabashedly propped herself up on a couple of the pillows. She began to knead her right breast through the bra and her fingers began to trail down her stomach. The moment her breath picked up I heard it and her mouth parted and she began to rub her clit through her panties.
I could smell her from where I was standing. A hint of womanly musk filled the air and strawberries. Nora smelled like my favorite fruit and I knew if I dove between her legs, I might taste it too.
The darkness inside of me wanted her.
Every fiber of my being wanted Nora. She was dripping wet for me.
She’s drunk,I thought.
The room started to pulsate and red inched into my vision. The Corsican was back but it was different this time. He didn’t want to kill Nora. Not at all.
