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I give a half-sigh, half-growl deep in my throat and slide my tongue into her mouth, and she inhales again, sharply this time. For a moment I think I’ve gone too far and she’s going to move back, but instead she gives a sexy little moan and tilts her head to the side to change the angle—subconsciously, I think—a move that tells me she wants more.
So I slide my arms around her, and she lifts hers around my neck, and we indulge in a long, deep, luscious kiss that sends my heart banging on my ribs and makes other parts of me stir like a bear coming out of hibernation.
When I finally lift my head, I’m breathless and hungry for more. Alice stares at me, the Christmas lights filling her eyes with flickering red and gold stars.
“Oh my God,” she whispers, “yesterday I was close to never wanting to kiss anyone ever again. Why was that so amazing?”
“Skill.” I mean it to sound sexy, but my voice cracks and comes out as a squeak, and we both laugh. I clear my throat. “Finish your drink, and I think maybe we should go to your room.”
She nibbles her bottom lip. “It’s the smallest room in Christendom. I’m not kidding. It’s miniscule.”
“Does it have a bed?”
“Well, yes…”
“Then it sounds perfect.”
She gives an impish smile. “Is this really happening?”
“Looks like it.”
“You really want to go to bed with me?”
“I really want to go to bed with you.”
“Oh my God, I’m so happy right now.”
“Maybe you should wait until afterward and see if you still feel the same way.”
“Kip, I already know it’s going to be amazing. How can it not be when we’re already having fun?”
I feel suddenly humble, flattered and touched that this adorable, naïve, innocent girl has chosen me to share herself with for the first time. She has no idea what I’m like in bed, or whether I’ll be able to give her pleasure. But because we’ve taken the time to talk, and we seem to have a connection, she’s excited purely at the thought of being intimate with me.
When you’re a teenager, even though you’re excited about having sex, you don’t analyze things much. By twenty-five, I’d been having sex for ten years, and quite a lot of it. I can’t imagine having got to that age and not having done it. But I can see how, as the years go by, she must have thought about it a lot, and fantasized about how her first time would go. What should be a simple act has understandably become a big deal in her head, and I get why she’s nervous, as well as intrigued and excited.
I finish off my whisky, and she has the last mouthful of her G&T, and then we get to our feet. I pocket my phone and slide on my glasses, she collects her coat, and we head out through the bar, across the lobby to the elevators.
We wait with two other couples for the doors to open, then go into the car. Alice presses the button for floor twelve, and then moves in the corner next to where I’m leaning on the wall while the other couples come in.
The doors close, and we all stand quietly as the car rises. I put my arm around her, and she turns and slides her arms around my waist. I kiss her forehead, and the woman standing opposite us smiles. I smile back, then look down at Alice. She must be around five-six or seven, and she’s wearing Converses, so she’s about six inches shorter than me, and she fits nicely under my arm. I didn’t bring a jacket with me this evening, and she fiddles with one of the buttons on my shirt.
“This is nice,” she murmurs, touching the silver-gray placket of the shirt.
“Thank you.” I look down at her flushed cheeks, the fine curves of her eyebrows, her long dark lashes. I want to kiss her again, but even though I was happy to do so in the bar, it doesn’t seem appropriate here.
Then the car stops at floor five, and both couples go out. The doors slide closed again, and the car begins to rise.
I turn Alice so her back is against the wall of the carriage, and move up close to her. She looks up at me with wide eyes. “Can’t wait,” I say, and, taking her face in my hands, I lower my lips to hers.
We indulge in seven floors’ worth of kissing, and we’re just getting into it when the elevator stops and the doors slide open.
“Dammit,” she says, and I grin as she takes my hand and marches out. She leads me along the corridor, turns right, then strides up to door number twenty-eight. After scanning her key card, she opens the door and goes in, flicking on the light switch.
I follow her, stopping as the door closes behind me. “Wow. You weren’t kidding.”
The room is barely big enough to hold the Queen-size bed. Two tiny bedside tables sit either side of it, and there’s a single chair by the door to the bathroom, with a narrow in-built wardrobe to its left. That’s it. There’s no room for anything else.
I could go down to reception and see if they have a larger room available. I can easily afford any room in this hotel, and often the penthouse suites and other, bigger rooms aren’t booked out. If I was on my own, I’d definitely do that. But I don’t want to embarrass Alice. And anyway, the only thing we need is a bed, and this one is more than adequate. The wall lights are subtle, and it’s pleasantly warm. It almost feels as if we’re in a tent. I don’t get claustrophobic, and I’m more than happy at the thought of getting up close and personal with this gorgeous girl.
