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Wanting more,needingmore, I subconsciously sway toward him, but he moves back to keep the distance between us, teasing me even more.
“When I touch you, Alyssa—and Iwillbe touching you—I don't want to do it on the roof of a hotel. I want to take my time and explore every single inch of you with every single inch of me. You won’t care how loud you are, or how greedy you’re going to be. You'll be begging me for more and taking everything I give you.”
“God,” I moan, his words moving through me, my body thrumming with need. If I thought his words on the plane made me wet, hearing what he wants to do to me now has me soaked through. The only thing going through my mind is his touch, his hands on me, his mouth on me, and his cock thrusting inside until I’m crying out for mercy—all of it.
“Touch me,” I whisper, my voice full of desperate need.
A knowing smile plays on his lips. “Not tonight, kitten. Tonight I wanted to get to know you and challenge the limits of my self-control. Something which it appears is near on impossible when it comes to you," he mutters with a growl. "If I stay with you any longer, I'll be giving Kyle and the rest of the Las Vegas Strip a live sex show on the roof of the Sovereign," he chuckles, "and that's not my style as good as the promise of you might be."
“Oh.” My heart feels like it’s trying to hammer its way out of my chest and I wonder if just the promise of a night of sex with this man might cause me to spontaneously combust.
“I think it’s safer to escort you to your room and bid you farewell.” Barrett’s voice holds an undercurrent of frustration. It’s barely an edge but it has me a little uncertain and confused. He seems to swing one way to the other in the blink of an eye. He wants me now, he can’t have me here. He’ll make me scream, but not tonight. My libido is starting to get whiplash.
He holds out his hand to me and helps me up from the chair, tangling our fingers together as he leads me toward the elevator.
When we stop outside my suite door, my brain is still a mish-mash of confusion and lust. I know he's right and that there's something between us that deserves more time than just one night, but I can't help but be a little disappointed. This is not how I saw the end of this night going and I’m unsure what to do next. What do you say to the man you flirted shamelessly with twice in the same day? The same man you desperately want to push you against a wall and kiss you the way you’ve been fantasizing he’d do all night?
“Can I call you tomorrow?” he asks, his eyes warm on mine.
I shoot him a small smile. “Did you track down my phone number as well?”
“It came with the room information, so you might say I am well on my way to being your own personal stalker.” The ease with which he was able to find me unsettles me as much as it thrills me. I was disappointed when I couldn’t find him at the airport but he proved himself a man of his word by tracking me down and arranging tonight’s date. But after spending the evening with him and learning—albeit a limited amount—about him, I don’t feel uncomfortable anymore, more… curious. I still don’t want the night to end even though that seems to be inevitable now.
“You’re welcome to stalk me whenever you want to, Mr. Matthews.”
He chuckles, moving his body closer to mine but still not touching me anywhere apart from our still joined hands. “Back to Mr. Matthews now, is it?”
“If you were going to come inside with me, I’d be calling you Barrett.” Lust is winning the battle now with him being so close to me and clouding my head. He’s muddling my thoughts—all of which are now firmly focused on letting him do whatever he damn well likes to me.
I sense his restraint wavering when he groans and lowers his forehead to rest on mine, breathing me in just as I am doing to him. “You have no idea how hard this is to walk away.”
Taking our clasped hands, I move them between us, running my knuckles ever so gently over the hard bulge in his pants. “I think I have some idea.”
“Jesus, you’re fucking perfect for me. I have to take one kiss. Just one touch of your mouth to see me through,” he murmurs before lowering his mouth to mine and running his tongue along the seam of my lips. More than ready and willing, I open for him, whimpering as he dives inside, stroking and sucking, taking and tasting, his lips and hand in mine the only parts of his body touching me.
All too soon for my liking, he pulls away, my lips chasing his as he releases my hand and steps away, leaning back against the wall opposite me, his breathing heavy, his eyes full of want and need.
“I knew I’d never want to stop if I got a taste of you,” he rasps, his eyes still fixated on my mouth. There’s no missing the war being waged in his gaze.
“Then why did you?” I ask, just as affected as he is.
“Because I didn’t want to leave with a single regret about tonight.”
“You won’t regret not taking me to bed?” I ask shamelessly.
“That’s what I’m looking forward to about tomorrow. Anticipation is the best aphrodisiac, don’t you know?” He says, recovering his swagger and bravado. He closes the distance again and lifts his hand to my jaw, watching his thumb as he traces it over my bottom lip, dragging it down as he goes. “Just knowing the things I’m going to do to you makes it worth the wait, kitten.”
ChapterFour
Iwake up the next morning feeling tired and unrested, mainly because Barrett Matthews has invaded my dreams. All night my mind constantly replayed every moment I've had with the man, leaving my body aching for something—anything—to sate the overwhelming need to touch andbetouched. Even taking matters into my own hands didn’t help, and thatalwayshelps.
I’m just about to get up to grab the room service menu when the phone on the nightstand starts to ring. Since nobody is supposed to know I’m here, I realize that there’s only one person that would be calling me so early in the morning. I pick up the headset and bring it to my ear.
“Hello?”
“Good morning, kitten,” an all-too-familiar voice replies, the same voice I’ve heard whispering dirty nothings in my ear all night and conjuring images in my mind so hot just thinking about it now has my body reacting. “I hope I didn't wake you.”
“Barrett, you are a man of your word, aren't you? I wasn't expecting to hear from youthissoon.”
