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And I couldn’t stop drowning in his beautiful eyes.
“Lead the way,” I whispered.
Chapter 3
Aldric
Icouldfeelherhand, smooth and delicate, clasped in mine. A smile curved my lips as she occasionally burst out in a bit of laughter behind me. She seemed so innocent, sparkling, and so bright, like something I didn’t deserve to touch.
Her green eyes had glimmered at me with mischief under the dance floor lights. And now, all I could think about was uncovering her pale skin piece by piece. Finding out if she had any freckles on the rest of her body besides the smattering across the bridge of her nose.
I craved to bury my hands in her strawberry blond curls and hear her gasp when I kissed her. I was already thinking of the many ways I could please her.
She was following me eagerly, and I hoped. I hoped, with the buzz of alcohol running through our veins, that her brain was right where mine was. Her mind fascinated me. And with her confidence, I wanted to know what lay beyond her smart mouth and that pale green dress.
She followed me up to the hotel room as I lead her hand in hand without a second thought. I glanced behind me, catching sight of her bright smile and flushed cheeks. She met my eyes and nodded as if she knew and easily set my mind at ease.
My thrumming heart settled into its regular rhythm with her steady touch.
“You sure?” I asked, coming to stand still outside the room I’d rented for the night.
She looked over her shoulder, staring at the simple door, but her smile never dropped, “Yes.” She whispered.
Her voice was breathless, and it made me ache to hear it with an undercurrent of a choked-back moan. The adrenaline from the dance we’d shared hadn’t yet left my system. My nerves felt on fire when I stepped close enough to her to feel the heat of her body. I cradled her cheek in my hand and waited, even though my lips were almost close enough to brush hers.
If I leaned in a smidge more, I could kiss her, I could taste the champagne on her breath, and I wanted to taste more.
But I waited, my eyes roving over her face, waiting for an expression of hesitancy or fear. None surfaced, and I allowed my thumb to brush across her cheek once, twice, before I dropped my lips to hers. I didn’t even know her name, but with that kiss, I didn’t need to, not now, not tonight. I could learn it later.
I knew she was smart, confident, and flirtatious, and I wanted to learn even more. I wanted to learn everything about her that I could.
The bourbon I’d had a little earlier was mixing with the flavor and the effervescence on her tongue from the champagne. It was addicting; I could taste sweetness and mint from some sort of dessert, I could taste her, and it made my head spin. I backed her further up against the wall, pressing my palm against it to steady myself. As I leaned into her deeper, I wound my fingers through her hair and tilted her head so I could drink from her mouth.
She whimpered, opening for me like a flower for the sun, I nibbled lightly at her lips, and my hand left the wall to drag her waist closer to mine. I slotted my leg between hers, pushing the fabric of her dress up between her thighs.
She sighed at the pressure, and her fingers curled into my suit jacket. I could feel the insistent pull of her hands trying to drag me closer, even though it was impossible for us to get any closer without being fused. But it felt so good to be desired like this, especially when I wanted her just as badly.
Finally, we broke apart, and with a slurred voice drunk on lust, she said, “Should we get in the room?”
I laughed and buried my nose into her flushed neck, taking in her scent and warmth. It reminded me of the orange blossoms I used to smell back in Greece as a child. I paused to drag my tongue adoringly across her smooth skin before dropping my hand from her head and curling my fingers through hers.
“Yeah,” I agreed.
I held her tight to me as if worried she might be a mirage or that she might disappear down the hall. With a quick slip of a card, we made our way into the dark room and instantly pulled together again. My hands wrapped around her waist until I found the need to deepen the kiss. I cupped her jaw, pushing her to do what I needed so that I could take control for a moment. She let me easily, cooperating because she craved it just as much as I did.
I brushed my tongue along hers, slow, teasing. I drew out salacious sounds from her that was anything but decent. When I pulled back, I felt the scrape of her nails against my collarbones, and I shuddered, eager to feel her underneath me.
I maneuvered her without my hands or lips leaving her for longer than a breath. I finally dropped her onto the king-sized bed, and her giggles rang out. I knelt in front of her near the edge of the bed and slowly began to remove her shoes.
I swept my hands up her naked legs, enjoying the silken skin underneath the pads of my fingers and pressing chaste kisses to her calves and knees.
She squirmed at my every touch, her breath becoming shallower and rougher. Soft sighs rippled from her chest. My hands slipped up the hem of her dress and bunched it above the curve of her hips. Her panties were already coated in her slick, and my mouth watered at the thought of what awaited me.
“Please,” she hissed, her voice choked as her body writhed on the sheets.
“Patience,” I responded with a smirk curving my lips.
I nipped harshly at her hip bones, desperate to leave marks on someone I wanted to know more about. With each blooming set of teeth marks I left behind, I soothed it with the heat of my tongue.
