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She gave me a half drunken smile. “Maybe it’s because you’re taking your sweet time?”
I ran my hands through my hair, struggling to keep myself from pulling it out. The solution was obvious. Despite her drinking, I wanted to ruin her now, but that wasn’t in my nature. I motioned to the server. “A glass of water, please.”
He filled a glass and passed it her way.
“Drink.”
She drank a quarter of the content before I figured hydration wouldn’t be quick enough. The night was slowly ending. Julian sat by the fireplace with Kendra, scrolling through his phone, and Hunter was probably whacking off all his mistakes back in his room.
I said good night to my parents and Kensi, then returned to Laura and took her underneath my arm. She wobbled all the way to my suite. When we arrived in the bedroom, she plopped on the bed like a beached seal. I unzipped the golden dress. It slid off her beautifully toned body with ease. A feather tattoo marked the ribcage underneath her breast with the words'She Believed She Could, So She Did.'
By then, my erection was at full mast, but she wasn’t even conscious. I covered her with a blanket, before heading to the bathroom, where I stepped underneath a cold shower to ease the throbbing in my groin. The shower didn’t help. I adjusted the tap to warm and grabbed myself. My need pulsed with each slow stroke. My vision of Laura’s body spread over my bed and her pussy in front of my face—like she’d promised—came to mind. With each stroke, I imagined the feel of her skin underneath my fingertips, and with each thrust into my hand, I felt the sensation of her tight heat around me as I finally sank into her.
My strokes sped up, and my breaths grew shallow. I turned to face the wall, bracing one arm against it. My muscles tensed as I imagined my hands on her body. I’d savor the taste of her skin and the feel of her breasts. And I’d watch as her nipples changed their shape, hardening underneath my touch. Warmth surged down my spine and out of my dick. My balls zapped with spasms, and I let out a guttural moan, pushing hard into my fist, and coming heavily.
My pulse quickened as I stood beneath the shower’s pounding water. I closed my eyes and remembered Laura’s mouth on me, her torturous touch and how she took me in between her beautiful lips. A craving, an insatiable longing that threatened to consume me, stirred. But I didn’t want to come again. Not without her. Next time I spilled, it would be inside her.
With a sigh, I reluctantly stepped out of the shower and found a pair of fresh boxer briefs. I walked to the living room, where I poured myself a glass of whiskey from the decanter. It felt like fire coursing down my throat and did little to dampen the cravings pulsing through my veins. Memories of our time together filled my mind and sent shivers up my spine. When I had her again, it would be pure fireworks.
I finished the drink and turned towards the bedroom door. My heart pounded as I waited for any sign that she was awake and ready for me. But there was only silence. I went inside anyway.
Laura lay in bed like a sleeping angel, the blankets pulled tight around her lithe frame. I stilled at the sight of her. She stirred faintly, her breaths soft and slow. I sat beside her, my heart thudding as I dared not to wake her. With tenderness, I laid a whisper-soft kiss on her skin, my mouth barely brushing against her temple. I left her in my bed and reluctantly walked away to the sofa.
* * *
She openedher eyes at half-past nine the next morning with a groan, “Ouch.”
“Tylenol’s on the nightstand, and I’ll bring you coffee.”
She quickly sat up as if something was wrong. “Oh, my God, what happened? Did we?”
I stood up and walked over to her bedside. She watched my every step, eyes wide and lips slightly parted. I sat on the bed’s edge and lowered to kiss her cracked lips, whispering. “You would have remembered if I’d fucked you.”
Her cheeks tinted a pink, and she covered her mouth with her hand, mumbling, “Morning breath.”
I handed her a pill and a glass of water.
“Coffee’s almost ready, and I ordered breakfast,” I told her.
She ran her hands through her hair in confusion.
“What was in that eggnog?” she asked.
“Rum. A lot of rum, according to my great-grandpa’s recipe. You don’t remember when I warned you?”
She shook her head. “I need a hot shower and a change of clothes, for sure.”
She scanned the surrounding area, and I cleared my throat.
“They shut down the ski lifts. There’s an avalanche warning, which means we have a stay-in day ahead.”
“Where’s Kensi?” she asked.
“Probably in the kitchen, eating breakfast with her grandparents.”
“So we’re all alone?”
“Correct.”
