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“I thought about this all day,” he says as he rubs slick circles on my clit, hand down the front of my pants with a strong arm locked across my front to hold me close.
In the mirror, I watch my lips part, arching against him. His erection pushes against my ass while he strokes me higher and higher. My body responds to him, thrumming and tightening.
The elevator stops at a floor that isn’t ours, and Rory takes his hand back, straightening up. The doors open, someone steps on, and the three of us stand there in silence while my heart hammers and my clit aches for more attention.
Rory meets my eyes in our reflection and he gives me a tiny smirk. I press down on my laugh.
He’s wild, and he makes me wild, and I can’t imagine the trajectory of my life if we hadn’t gotten together. Life would be so dull without him.
When I’m a hundred years old and thinking back on my life, I’ll think about being in love with Rory Miller.
The person steps off and before the door is fully closed, his mouth crushes mine, claiming me. On our floor, we stumble to the door of our suite, kissing and laughing and fumbling for the keycard.
“We’re not even inside yet,” I laugh as he pulls my jacket off.
“Hurry up, then,” he says.
My sweater is off the second we step in the door. His follows. The path to the bedroom is a trail of discarded clothes. Rory’s hands are everywhere on me. His mouth is urgent, pressing kisses down my neck before returning to my mouth, coaxing me open. He slips an arm around my waist to hold me upright while he yanks my leggings off before his gaze drifts over the cream lace set I’m wearing.
His eyes glaze and he lets out a heavy breath before he hooks the bra cups down and flicks his tongue over my nipple, fingers toying with the other. My pulse thrums between my legs, and I sigh as his mouth works, sinking my fingers into his hair and tugging lightly, pulling a deep moan from him.
It’s not sex with Rory; it’s so much more.
His pants and boxers disappear, and he removes my bra and underwear in a distracted way that makes me smile. He’s already hard, cock jutting out at an angle as he hands me my jersey.
“Put this on,” he says in a rough voice, eyes going dark, and a shiver runs through me.
I’m independent and strong and self-sufficient, but I’m powerless against Rory’s possessive, demanding side.
I slip the jersey over my head, the fabric brushing against my peaked nipples as I pull my hair out of the neckline, and Rory’s gaze roams me with territorial heat. I lean up on my tiptoes to kiss him, savoring the feel of his mouth on mine, the light scrape of his stubble on my chin, the feel of his sculpted chest under my palms.
We kiss for maybe ten seconds before his hands are on my hips and he’s turning me around. We’ve bumped up against the dresser, and above it sits a large mirror.
I meet Rory’s hot gaze in the reflection, just like in the elevator, and his mouth hooks up.
“I love seeing you in my jersey, Hartley.” His teeth nip my neck and I press back into his arousal. His hand drifts between my legs, drawing those same slick circles from the elevator, and more heat blooms inside me while I watch his hand work in the reflection.
“I love when you play nice for me.” His eyes sear me, watching with satisfaction, and I get wetter.
“Rory.” His circles become tighter, firmer, and my eyebrows pull together. “I don’t want to wait.”
“Greedy,” he murmurs. “So fucking greedy for me, aren’t you?”
Every stubborn cell in my body claws at me to argue but I nod, sighing with frustration and impatience. “I want you.”
Something pleased and smug lifts in his expression, and he starts toward his bag for the condom, but I stop him with a hand on his arm. “Wait.” My heart hammers. “I don’t want to use a condom tonight.”
Rory’s breathing turns shallow. “I’ve never done that before.”
“Me neither.”
I’ve never trusted anyone to do this, but I trust Rory. I’ve never loved anyone like I love Rory.
“You sure?” His eyebrow goes up, and his gaze locks with mine, so full of concern.
“I want to. Do you want to?”
He gives me that dark, knowing smile. “Oh, Hartley. I want to.”
