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He stood, offering his hand to help her up. “Same exact answer.”
On her feet, she gazed into his eyes. “Thank you for this.”
“You’re welcome.” They both looked over at her discarded shoes. “Want me to carry you to your room?”
Laughter shook her shoulders. The tension in her body was a memory. He’d wanted to treat her, and she’d let him. He’d come here with the most noble of intentions, but now that she was looking at him with a twinkle in her eye and those dimples were on display, well, hell. How could he keep from wanting her?
“You don’t have to carry me there.” She wedged her feet into her shoes, but she didn’t release his hand. Squeezing his fingers in hers, she said, “But you should join me.”
Eighteen
The second she stepped from the elevator, Trick wrapped his free arm around her waist and gave her a hard kiss. Their tongues tangled as they stumbled in the direction of her suite. She didn’t take her mouth from his as she blindly fished her key card from her purse. Or maybe she couldn’t.
Warmth slid through her veins as he made out with her. His lips were firm and unyielding, like the firm erection pressed against her. Her pulse sped, her nipples tightened. She nearly forgot where she was—in the hallway of the elite and luxury Bellamy Hotel. Had she ever been so turned that she didn’t care where she was or if someone caught her?
Easy answer.No.
Trick seemed equally overcome as they half tripped, half walked down the corridor. She smiled against his smile but the levity died quickly when they reached her suite. After she made three clumsy attempts to insert the key card, he took it from her and successfully disengaged the lock. They spilled into the room, him pausing to set aside his gear and her purse on the desk before steering them to the bed. He stopped kissing her long enough to hang the do not disturb sign on the door handle.
She kicked off her shoes and he rushed toward her. He wasn’t smiling now. She preferred the intense version of him. The man who couldn’t wait to strip her naked and put his lips on her body. She’d appreciated the version of him downstairs, too. The man who’d gone the extra mile to treat her.
He had a reputation for being a nuisance and a bad boy, but she’d seen a different side of him. Patrick “Trick” MacArthur had more tricks up his sleeve than showing up where he wasn’t invited.
Illustrating one of them now, he shimmied her dress up and over her hips, bunching it at her waist. He flattened his palm and slipped it into her panties, stroking her folds with the tips of his fingers. She’d been slick the second his tongue had touched hers. It was like her body had known what was coming and had readied her for his exploration.
She reached behind her and unzipped the top of her dress, pulled it over her head and tossed it aside. Inside-out, no less. A fleeting thought about how it would be unforgivably wrinkled and require prompt dry cleaning vanished when he set his lips over the lace of her bra. He suckled her nipple through the fabric, leaving it damp and warm, as he stroked her below. He complemented each stroke with his thumb on her clit. By the time he lightly grazed her nipple with his teeth, she was shuddering.
The orgasm rushed over her like a tidal wave, clearing her mind of her to-do list, her schedule, and the worry over how much sleep she’d lose tonight. There was only the feeling of sparks dancing on each of her erogenous zones.
“Goddamn.” He kissed her mouth—or tried, anyway. She could barely muster the strength to pucker. His voice was rough and raw when he complimented her. “That was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever watched. Do you have any idea how gorgeous you are when you come?”
Her hands in his hair, she played with the longer strands. “I love your hair.” She kissed him. “I love your mouth.” She kissed him again. “I love your fingers.”
“Thanks, Peaches.” His voice was strained. Perhaps because she’d rerouted her hand to his cock and was stroking him through the fabric of his pants.
“I want you. Right now. Before I come down from this incredible high. You’re so hot.”
He laughed, a low raspy sound. “Okay, okay. You don’t have to convince me.”
He shoved her hand aside and slipped out of his pants. A moment later she was steered toward the bed and pushed down onto it. He joined her, unhooking her bra and setting his mouth to her breasts. She was hovering in a hazy, gauzy post-sex veil. That was new for her. That probably meant something. Not that she had the energy to sort through it now. There would be time to think later. Right now all she wanted to do was feel.
Chest to chest, he placed a kiss on her throat and whispered into her ear. “Give me those blue eyes, Peaches.”
Lazily, she gazed up at him. Her vision was filled with dark hair and piercing hazel eyes. After watching his videos, she’d admitted to herself that he was handsome. What she saw now far surpassed that. He’d become more. Without her permission and without her realizing it.
“I want to watch your face this time, too.” He tilted his hips and slid past her folds. Once he was nestled deep inside of her, he paused to allow both of them to appreciate the snug fit.
She couldn’t stop staring. He made no effort to look away. It was like they were each witnessing something neither of them had expected.
“Ready?” he asked, his voice hoarse.
She nodded and he began to move. He thrust into her, his gaze locked with hers, his arms tight around her. He heeded her request for “harder, faster” as another orgasm galloped to the drumbeat of her heart.
She shouted her release, losing herself in the vivid colors that sprang to life on the backs of her eyelids. Holding on tight, she soaked in every bit of what he gave her. She felt dampness from his brow when he dropped his head onto her chest. And pressure when he came inside her, his hips pumping helplessly as he finished.
His back muscles had tightened and she hugged him close, holding him together after she’d flown apart. A heated breath coasted along her neck followed by one word. “Fuck.”
“I love that part of you the best.” Her voice was a froggy croak. She needed water. She needed sleep. She needed another orgasm. Hell, maybe two.
