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I wouldn’t let the tenderness swirling in my chest soften my touch. In my wildest dreams, I never thought I’d be pleasuring Gia Giovanni in the closet of my hotel. Knowing this might be my only chance with her, I wanted to make it good. I wanted her to think of me long after her orgasm had faded. I wanted to ruin her for all other men.
I wanted her to light up only for me. A sense of possessiveness struck me while I added a second finger, mimicking how I’d fuck her with my cock. I sucked her clit and reached up to cup her breasts, rolling her nipples with my fingers.
She bit her lip and arched into me, whimpering with desire and need.
I wanted to make her feel good. I wanted her to call out my name. I found that spongy spot deep inside her and curled my fingers.
Her nails scraped my scalp as her muscles tightened, and she cried out. Her walls spasmed around me, and I held her up as she came down.
Her eyes were a little unfocused as she looked down at me.
“Next time you come for me, say my name,” I growled.
The fog in her eyes lifted. “There won’t be a next time.”
She snatched up her bra and hooked it, covering her breasts and pulling her dress around her, not bothering with her panties. She tied the ribbon with jerky hands and straightened her hair. Then she turned away from me, her hand on the doorknob.
“You don’t want to return the favor?” I asked, unable to resist taunting her.
There was something hard and uncomfortable in my chest I couldn’t seem to dislodge. I didn’t want her to leave.
“I have no words except this”—she gestured in my direction—“was a mistake.”
She turned the knob and was gone, leaving me in the dusty storage room that was filled with spare towels and cleaning supplies. I stuffed her panties into my pocket, pleased to have a memento from our time together. I had a feeling it wouldn’t be happening again.
Two
GIA
Iswiped my room card over the keypad, and when the light flashed green, I pushed the door open. Shutting it, I leaned against the solid surface, not quite believing Silas expected me to blow him in that closet, and that I’d wanted to. I wanted to get down on my knees like he had for me. I wanted to make him lose control.
I must have lost my mind because I didn’t kiss guys in closets, and I never lost control. Not ever.
I felt this weird vortex of energy when I was around Silas. My friends had teased me, saying that it was attraction, but I hadn’t believed it.
There was something about the way he’d pulled me into the closet and maneuvered me against the wall. I always felt in control when I was with a man. Like I couldn’t let go. But with Silas, I forgot about everything, that he was my brothers’ best friend, my competition. I was supposed to be checking out his hotel, not allowing Silas to feel me up.
I’d lost all sense of reason.
I wanted to be irritated at the way he’d commanded me to call out his name the next time he made me come, but I wasn’t. I was hot all over, wishing he could fill me up, knowing it would be like nothing I’d ever experienced with any other man.
Silas had played my body, driving me higher, only to ease me down before doing it all over again. He was skilled with his fingers and his tongue, but I wanted more. I wanted to taste him. I wanted my mouth stretched around his cock. I wanted to see if he’d lose control the way I had.
I wanted to shock him, challenge him.
Disgusted with my reaction, I moved into the bathroom. My cheeks were flushed, my lips were swollen, and my hair was a mess. I looked like I’d been freshly fucked, and I wish I had been. I had a feeling if I’d asked, Silas would have lifted me and fucked me against the wall.
My nipples pebbled all over again at the image. He’d be strong and commanding, skilled and tender.
I loved the way he’d seemingly checked in with me, his gaze assessing, his fingers questioning, and when I’d given him the answer he wanted with my body, he’d taken control, allowing me to let go. It was an intoxicating feeling. One I wanted to feel again.
I was used to being the boss in my business, and I liked being in control of relationships. Not that I engaged in them often. Other men bored me. They didn’t challenge me, not like Silas had.
I let my hair down, finger-combing it as best I could, before twisting it up again. My bag was in my car, so I didn’t have a brush or makeup. I’d only intended to check in and see the room.
I hadn’t even decided to stay, but there was something about being in Silas’s hotel room that had me hot all over, despite the earth-shattering orgasm I’d just experienced on Silas’s skilled fingers and tongue.
It was so wrong to want more with Silas. Not only was he my biggest competitor, but my brother was at cocktail hour, probably wondering where I was. Leo was overprotective by nature. He’d eased up over the years, realizing I could handle myself, but it wouldn’t stop him from searching me out if I stayed away for too long.
