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I hope she means what I think she does. To me, making the most of it would be having her sprawled against the luxurious sheets while she screams my name.
Stay cool, Miles. Don’t scare her away.
On the way to the room, silence falls between us. I don’t know how the evening will end, but I hope it’s with us wrapped around each other. Surreptitiously, I glance at her, wondering if she’s thinking the same. She appears to be nervous, as if she is having second thoughts. Is the chemistry between us felt by me alone? I ponder on this as we enter the room.
“What a lovely interior,” Giselle expresses with a bright smile as I tip the porter.
“I agree,” I remark, my gaze fixed on her.
Taking her up to a hotel room to have dinner might not have been one of my brightest ideas. But I don’t want to let her go yet.
While Giselle is in the bathroom freshening up, I call my ten-year-old daughter, Ashlyn. She loves spending time with my parents in the Hamptons. They spoil her any chance they get. Talking with my daughter brings up the guilt, making me think of my late wife. But I brush the thoughts away and decide to have a nice night.
* * *
“That was delicious.”
I hungrily watch Giselle’s lips as they touch the rim of the glass, taking a sip of chardonnay. It’s addictive having her attention on me.
Dusk has fallen, and the rain has dwindled to a drizzle. Seated by the glass window, I stare at her with satisfaction. Even though we finished eating almost an hour ago, we continued lingering and talking about France.
“It’s time for bed,” she says after finishing her wine and pushing back her chair. She rises with poise and grace, her posture straight.
“I couldn’t have said it better.”
Her face turns a rosy hue.
I stand up and slowly draw her into my arms, making sure that I have her consent. Her body is warm and soft, relaxing against my touch. I lower my head and graze my lips against hers, feeling her shiver.
“I haven’t been able to look away since the first moment I laid my eyes on you,” I murmur as I continue teasing her lips. Her breath tickles the end of my nose, smelling of caramel and vanilla and turning my dick to stone.
Her chest rises and falls, as if she just finished a race. Her eyes are dark with lust.
“Stay with me tonight,” I demand, pressing her closer.
She dashes her small tongue across her lips and wraps her arms around me, her fingers digging into my hair. I lose all control, grabbing her tight ass and lifting her, wanting to feel the warmth of her pussy against my throbbing dick. She parts her mouth lightly, and I claim her lips.
Making slow and passionate love will have to wait for the second round. Dipping slightly, I swing her into my arms and carry her to the massive bed. Lying her gently on it, I draw in a sharp breath.
“What?” She gapes at me.
I grimace. “I don’t have any protection.”
Blushing because she most likely hadn’t thought of that, she looks away. “I don’t have any condoms with me either. I don’t usually do this with strangers and . . .”
“Me neither,” I cut in quietly.
Searching my face with her piercing green eyes, she says, “I’m on the pill, though.”
I lean down and graze her lips again. Her mouth opens, and I reach for her hair, loving the soft and silky fullness of it. I deepen the kiss as thrills of excitement run through me. Her scintillating, citrusy scent leaves me heady, and I ache to rip the clothes off her lithe body. My hands leave her hair to stroke her breasts, which fit perfectly in my palms. I touch her pebbled nipples through her dress, causing her to arch her back. Her ragged breathing turns me on to a fever pitch. She dips her hand into my hair while our tongues entwine.
A low groan escapes me when she encircles my waist with her long legs. I grind my hips against her core, only her silken, soaked panties separating me from what I’ve been thinking about for hours. She responds by pulling me in closer.
I reach behind her to unzip the dress while her hand cups my dick through my jeans. Triumphantly, I fling the dress across the room, and my eyes devour her sexy red bra and matching panties.
“You’re stunning,” I whisper before reaching for the front clasp to undo her bra. Her creamy white breasts spill out, and I lower my head to her nipples, encircling them one at a time. Her hips wiggle, searching for pressure, and she whimpers. That small but intoxicating sound makes my jeans become uncomfortable as my dick stretches again in size.
She grabs my head hard as I work my tongue around her nipples.
