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He reached into his wallet, pulled out a couple hundred-dollar bills, and dropped them on the table. He grabbed my hand and we raced out of the restaurant.
The cool night air did nothing to cool the fervor burning through me.
He rented a room while I hung back. The moment we stepped into the elevator, he was on me. His mouth covered mine, tasting like the wine we’d been drinking. His hand was up my shirt in a flash. My bra was unhooked before the elevator dinged.
I had to hold my hand to my chest to keep things from getting too wild as he pulled me down the hall to the room. He managed to get the door unlocked in record time. Just like our first night together, we were stripping clothes away before the door closed behind us. The lights were off with only the glow from the city seeping through the open curtains.
He said nothing as he unbuttoned my jeans. I ripped at his shirt, pulling it from his pants and sliding my hands underneath. His hot flesh welcomed me. We both pushed, tugged, and jerked away our clothing until we were naked. He paused for just a moment and held my face in his hands. He stared into my eyes. I thought for certain he was going to say something.
Instead, he kissed me with a passion I had never felt before. It was different than it had been in Vegas. We were both frantic, but this was far more intense.
He pushed me backward until I fell against the bed. To my surprise, he produced a condom out of thin air and quickly rolled it on. Just like before, there was no need to ready my body to accept his. I was wet and primed for his invasion. Hell, I’d been ready for eight years.
He jerked my legs open, grabbed my hips, and plunged inside me with one hard, delicious thrust. A cry escaped my lips and my body bucked up against him. His hands slid up to my head, holding me down while his mouth plundered my breasts. His tongue and teeth raked over my nipples. My body shook under the onslaught of pleasure. He didn’t let up even when I begged for more.
He pushed himself off me. “Look at me,” he ordered.
I opened my eyes that felt too heavy. It wasn’t the alcohol making me drowsy—it was lust. I was caught up in the passion. “I see you,” I murmured.
“Look at me while I fuck you,” he ordered.
I nodded and reached for him. He turned his face when I tried to lean up and kiss him. His hands grabbed mine and pinned them to the bed with his hips slamming against me. This was the passion I remembered.
No other man could make me feel quite like this.
18
JON
Iwanted to be pissed. I wanted to punish her, but sweet mercy, it was like falling into heaven. Her amazing body welcomed mine. Her kiss was fire and I was burning with need.
I could feel her body hurtling toward an orgasm. I rocked harder against her. Her hand reached for me again. I let her touch me and immediately regretted it. I felt like she had branded me with her hand against my chest.
“Don’t stop,” she moaned.
I almost stopped just to punish her but I didn’t have that kind of self-control. I watched her face. Her eyes had slid closed once again. Her lips formed an O, and every thrust had her gasping. Suddenly, her eyes opened. She looked directly into mine. I didn’t stop moving. She was going to see me when I brought her to climax.
“Now.” I said the word leaving no argument, nor questions.
Her head went back and her nails scraped over my flesh as her sweet body erupted. The liquid heat rushed over me. I nearly lost the control I had. I held out, fucking her through the orgasm. My chest felt like it was caught in a vise. I waited as long as possible, then let go, releasing the orgasm I’d been holding back for eight years.
A cry escaped her lips once again. A strangled, choking sound bubbled up from my very soul. I collapsed on top of her when my body finally released me from the grip of ecstasy. Her hands slid into my hair. Her fingers caressed the back of my neck and her mouth nuzzled my ear. I let her hold me while I soaked in her sweet heat. It was a moment I had craved for years.
I slowly slid off her and took a moment to look at her once again. She rolled to her side and buried her face against my bare chest. I told myself not to touch her, but she was irresistible. I wrapped my arm around her and pulled her close.
“Having sex with the guy from Vegas,” she murmured before laughing. “I didn’t have that on this week’s bingo card.”
I grinned. “Yeah, it wasn’t on my radar either.”
“Are we staying for the night?” she asked.
“We’ve got the room for the night,” I answered. “Sleep.”
I kissed the top of her head and held her close to my body. Her warm flesh pressed against mine. That damn perfume that had haunted me for years was covering me like a warm blanket. This moment was something I had dreamed about for years. I always thought about what it would be like to be with her again. Now, I was here, and I didn’t want to leave.
I had to leave. It was part of the plan. It was the only way I could justify getting back into bed with the woman who had ripped my heart and soul out. This whole thing was part of my plan.
I was going to take her out and woo her back into my life, all so I could dump her again. I honestly never imagined we would end up in bed after the first dinner. I should have. That was the way it was with us.
