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Dane gives me a look that could melt a glacier. "Since I find being your dessert an exciting treat that I can't pass up, I suggest I ask for the bill."
I give him a sultry look while I wet my lip. "I suggest you hurry."
Chapter Four
Brittany
Eager to leave, Dane pays the restaurant bill at the front counter, then places a hand on my lower back as he hastily escorts me outside. Neither of us is saying anything, the current between us electrifying. The anticipation of what's to come has me on edge. I know what I want, but what will he give me? Part lust, part a response to the wine; I want him to take me as I abandon myself to sheer pleasure, knowing I can take and do whatever I want tonight without commitments clouding the moment afterward.
We round the corner, and Dane guides me through an arched entryway into a small alcove. With his hands on my hips, he backs me against the wall, and his body presses against mine. His maneuver is sexy as hell, and out of nowhere, I wonder what bondage would be like with this man, with me helpless as he pleasures me in every way possible.
Dane nibbles at my bottom lip between kisses. His are soft and sensual and everything I imagined. Then he goes in for the kill—his tongue fencing with mine while his hands slide to my rear, pulling me toward him as he presses into me. He's hard. I can feel him—his cock straining against my stomach. And God, how I want him.
Lips slide down my neck. Dane's mouth is at my ear. "I couldn't hold back anymore. I had to taste you."
"Only my lips?" I purr, feeling unusually bold.
"What else should I taste? These?" Dane slides his hand under my sweater and caresses my breasts.
"Yes." My voice sounds breathy, and I no longer care about anything except feeling him suck on my nipple.
Dane lets out a low growl as he pushes my sweater to my chin and unsnaps the front of my bra. "Christ, your breasts are gorgeous." He leans forward, his tongue licking one of the hardened peaks before drawing it into his mouth, sucking and pulling with his teeth while his hand teases the other. "You like that, don't you?"
"Oh God, yes." I squirm under his sexual onslaught. My underwear is beyond moist—my body craving his cock. "I want you to fuck me," I murmur, my fingers tangling in his hair.
"We'll get to that." His warm breath caresses my skin. "My cousin's apartment is upstairs. Do I take you inside or to your hotel room?"
I tip my head back and close my eyes. "My hotel…and the sooner the better."
His lips move back to mine for another kiss. I'm throbbing, my clit in dire need of his touch, nipples begging for him to taste them again. I'm so thoroughly turned on that a few more glasses of wine would have me asking him to take me right here.
I know I'm abandoning my principles for pure gratification, but it feels so fucking hot. I've never done this before—letting, more like begging, a man I'm unfamiliar with to touch me in a public place for prying eyes to witness. But that's part of thearousal—the thrill, the naughtiness, the pleasure. And I don't want to stop.
Dane steps back, swiftly reclipping my bra and adjusting my sweater. "We'll go to your hotel."
I nod and let him lead me across the street, up the driveway, and into the hotel. The lighting is bright, and a multitude of conversations echo in the lobby as I lead him to the elevator. I can feel my chest rise and fall, my nerves crackling with energy as a bevy of sexual thoughts run through my mind.
We reach my floor, and I take him to the room two doors down on the right. Dane pulls me inside and shoves the door closed with his foot. My purse is taken from my shoulder and tossed onto the desk, Dane's jacket thrown toward a chair.
"I want you, Brittany. I want to touch your body, and I don't want to stop. I want to feel myself between your thighs." Dane's hands slide under my sweater, unclipping my bra for the second time. His fingers are like silk as they gently brush my skin. "I need to make sure this is still what you want. Tell me. I need to hear it."
"I want you," I murmur against his lips. I reach down, my hand boldly sliding across the bulge in his pants.
Dane groans. He places his hand on top of mine and pushes down on his cock. "You can have me, but I need to hear you tell me exactly what you want. Whatever happens between us needs to be mutually desired. If you say stop, I'll stop. Understood?"
"Yes."
Dane kisses me, his tongue beckoning mine, playing, teasing—needy. Desire fills his eyes when he pulls away.
My breaths quicken, the anticipation almost too much as it drowns me in a sea of lust. I've never been this aroused, every one of my senses on overdrive.
I pull the box of condoms from my pocket, and he takes them from my hand, tossing the package onto the bed. He removes myjacket, and it lands on the chair. Then his hands grasp the hem of my sweater, the garment sliding over my head and dropping to the carpet. My already unclasped bra is next. Then I stand there, my breasts now bare.
Dane leans down, his tongue flicking my nipple, making me strain forward.
"Your turn. Take off your clothes," I whisper, my throat tight. "I want to see you."
He steps back and slowly unbuttons his shirt, slipping it to the floor. His socks and shoes come off next. Then I hold my breath as he unbuckles his belt and peels his slacks down his thighs. He steps out of them and stands facing me in his boxer briefs, his bulge undeniably huge. My pulse races when his fingers grasp the waistband of his underwear, and he slowly slides the garment downward, making me stare in anticipation to see how well I've scored. Released from the fabric, his cock springs forward. Dane stands there, naked, body muscled and gorgeous, with an erection so pronounced that I'm practically salivating.
