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When we’re out on the floor, she looks up at me with confidence, her body positioned the way we’ve been practicing for weeks. She was thoughtful enough to mention that people would expect us to dance at the inauguration. I’d nearly had a panic attack, but she brought me to the dance studio several times a week and showed me how to lead. The lessons have clearly paid off, as my body moves in muscle memory while my mind is too preoccupied to remember anything.
“You’re doing great,” she whispers encouragingly, her hand firmly pressed into mine.
When the dance is over, we take a bow and hug her parents. Well, she hugs her parents and I give her mom a hug. Gerald and I are strictly on a firm handshake basis. Melissa tells her parents we have to leave, which is news to me. I’d planned to stay for the whole thing, even if the thought made me miserable. I’d even booked a suite at the hotel so we wouldn’t have to drive home late.
Melissa turns to wink at me, grabbing my hand and gently tugging me toward the ballroom doors. Outside, the lobby is quiet, as if there isn’t a huge party going on inside. It looks like Security has probably shut down this part of the hotel so that no one can disturb the party. The long hallway leading to the elevator is eerily quiet.
“You’ve been amazing.” She turns to me, wrapping her arms around my neck and leaning in for a kiss. “You deserve a reward for all you’ve endured today.”
I quirk my eyebrow at her as she presses the call button for the elevator. I really like the sound of that. The moment we’re in the elevator, her lips are on mine, and I have to appreciate the way her tall shoes give me easier access to her mouth. My hands slide down her waist to her ass, and I tug her body against mine. I want to pull her closer and wrap her legs around me, but her dress is too tight for that. I’ll have to be patient enough to get her to the room.
When the elevator doors open on our floor, it’s all I can do not to throw her over my shoulder and run her to the room. I exhibit saintly levels of restraint as I walk her to the door, reaching into the fancy lapel pocket inside my jacket to get the key. I hate everything else about this outfit, but the move makes me feel like a movie star. Melissa looks duly impressed.
“My lady,” I motion inside once I’ve opened the door. She slides past me, rubbing her body against mine seductively as she enters. She grabs me by my lapels and pulls me in behind her.
“I don’t want to be a lady tonight,” she purrs, backing to the large king-sized bed in the middle of the suite. Her pupils are dilated, her breathing ragged. She kisses me again hungrily, pushing off my tuxedo jacket. “Damn,” she complains when she sees the cummerbund underneath. “You have on way too many clothes.”
I laugh as I pull off my tie and help her take off the many layers of the suit. Unfastening the shirt collar feels like heaven, and I slip out of my shirt, feeling the warmth of her hands on my chest. It took an hour to get the damn thing on, but less than a minute to strip down to my T-shirt and boxers. I feel like myself for the first time all night.
“Now you’re the one wearing too many clothes,” I murmur, turning her around so I can unzip her dress. I take my time with it, teasing her as I slowly slide the zipper down her back.
My lips find the spot behind her ear that drives her wild, and I slip my fingers under the straps of the dress to push it down. It falls gracefully to the floor and she carefully steps out of it, revealing the sexy lingerie she’s hiding underneath. She turns around and pushes me away, sitting down to fiddle with the straps on her shoes.
“Leave them on,” I growl. “You’re sexy as hell in those things.”
She smirks at me and does as I say, leaving the shoes on and crawling back onto the bed, her underwear-clad body on display for my eyes only. I’m already hard for her, which she quickly notices, biting her lip as she stares at my crotch. Fuck, I want to spend the rest of my life with this girl. I want to come home every night and bury myself in her warmth.
I climb on top of her, pressing myself against the sexy curves of her body. She gasps in anticipation, eagerly curling her fingers through my hair when my lips come in contact with hers. Her body writhes underneath mine, and my hand slips between us, hovering over her more sensitive spot. Her underwear is soaked to the touch and I groan out in anticipation. She moans into my mouth as I put pressure on her clit.
“Touch me,” she pleads, her voice rough and desperate.
In response, I slide the fabric aside, slipping my fingers into her wet folds. Her hips rise to meet me in response, her body set on fire by the small contact. Her breath grows more ragged as I explore her, touching and teasing, but not giving her the satisfaction of what she really wants. I’ve waited all day to be with her like this, to feel her and touch her and taste her. There’s no rush, no agenda tonight. I want to bring her to the brink of pleasure and make it last as long as possible.
“More,” she whines. “Please, Bones.”
“Just trust me,” I whisper, releasing her lips and kissing down the side of her face, to her neck, to the swell of her breasts. Her fingers don’t leave my hair, the pressure of her fingernails digging into my scalp driving me wild. I briefly remove my hand from her wet pussy so I can quickly unclasp her bra and get it out of my way.
She whines again, the sound turning into a moan when I pull one of her nipples into my mouth. My hand moves back to her wetness as I continue to tease her there as my tongue creates intricate patterns on her hardened nub. Her body is so wound up, so desperate for release. She tries to say something, to plead or beg, but she’s unable to form a coherent word. Instead, her body speaks for her, her free hand clutching the comforter as her body thrashes underneath me.
My mouth leaves her nipple and I kiss down her torso slowly, leaving a hot, wet trail as I go. I need to taste every inch of her, to swallow her as I bring her to her first release. My tongue brushes against her clit as I plunge two fingers deep inside of her. Her entire body arches off the bed, her scream of pleasure so loud I’m sure they can hear us downstairs.
My cock throbs at the sound, and damnit if I don’t nearly come right then. I desperately need to be inside of her, but not until she’s been thoroughly ravaged. My tongue darts around her clit while my fingers try to find purchase on every inch of her sensitive skin. Her hips rock against me as she loses herself to the sensation. Her orgasm crashes over her as she cries out in wild abandon. Her whole body trembles as it overtakes her, curses falling from her lips as she continues gripping me tightly.
I consume her, the electricity of her pleasure flowing through me. I crawl back up her body to capture her mouth in mine, to let her taste herself on my tongue. She’s breathless, her body like jelly. Her eyelids flutter shut as she moans softly into my mouth, a sharp contrast to the deafening screams she’d just let out. I carefully slip off her panties, discarding them on the floor. I pull her legs around my waist, feeling her shoes digging into my lower back. I grind against her, my boxers still concealing my erect cock.
“Please,” she whispers, her back arching, pushing her body closer to mine. “I need you.”
I let her go just long enough to push my boxers down, then position myself at her entrance. It’s still wet from her orgasm and her new excitement. I bury myself inside easily as she hisses with her desire. She’s already close again, her walls tightening against me as I thrust in and out of her slowly. Her legs are so tight around me, not giving me much room to move. She isn’t letting me go anywhere.
Her second orgasm rips through her quickly, pulling me down with her. I collapse on top of her as my release overtakes me. So much for making it last. But there will be time for that. We have the hotel suite for the entire night. We’ll have each other for years if I have any say in it. I fully intend to be with her for a long, long time, making her come undone forever, if she’ll have me.
EPILOGUE
Months Later
“Have a good night,” Meredith calls as I’m packing up my things. I chase after her, not wanting to walk out to my car alone. The date has me spooked.
“Meredith wait up,” I call and she stops, smiling back at me as I run toward her.
