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God, he was cocky. I pried our room key out of his hand and bounded upstairs, my muscles tight with unspent energy. He followed at a more leisurely pace than me, making the climb look effortless with his long legs.
“Why did we bypass the tearoom?” he asked. “And the delicious Turkish Delight?”
When I glanced back at him, his poker face would have been perfect without the wicked glint in his eyes. “Teatime? That’s your top priority?”
He shrugged. “Aren’t you hungry?”
“Not for Turkish Delight.”
He stepped toward me as if magnetized. “Oh?”
“You know what I want,” I murmured.
He backed me against the door, caging me in his arms. I ducked under his arm and twisted the key in the lock. When I shoved open the door, we both stumbled over the threshold. Darkness shrouded the room.
He found a switch on the wall and flicked it on.
“Electric lights,” he mused. “How modern.”
I smirked. “Maybe I can read in bed.”
He captured me in a kiss. We tumbled onto the bed together. He grunted, a hoarse satisfied sound. The weight of his body held down mine. The clean, masculine scent of his sweat wound desire tighter in my belly.
I shoved him away. “Get the door,” I panted.
He lunged and closed it. The click of the lock made me shiver. I sat on the edge of the bed, the back of my knees pressed into the mattress.
“Lie down,” I said.
Smirking, Wendel tried to kiss me, but he let me push him onto the bed. When I straddled him, the bulge of his cock jutted between my thighs. His eyes darkened as he stared up at me, his pupils blown with lust.
“Still feel like teatime?” I asked.
He rocked his hips, his cock grinding against me. “Still feel like reading in bed?”
“Only if you have books with fucking in them.”
“Damn, I don’t.”
“Shame.”
“It’s a shame I’m not fucking you already.”
Desire rasped in his voice. He traced my neck with kisses while I unbuttoned his shirt. I fumbled with the last buttonhole until he simply yanked the shirt over his head. The button pinged off the window.
“Be careful,” I teased. “You’re bankrupt.”
“Almost. And don’t you prefer me naked?”
I laughed. “Could you be any cockier?”
“Easily.”
He slid off the bed and unbuckled his belt. A wholly wicked smirk curved his mouth. “Is this cocky enough for you?”
His hand stroked his length and dragged out a glistening hint of arousal. Watching him, my heartbeat pounded between my legs.
I smirked back at him. “No such thing as too much cock.”
