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I thought I was closer to the wall than I am, and as he presses himself against me, I stumble back and meet it with a jolt that makes me gasp. It doesn’t stop him, though; he just takes advantage of my open mouth to plunge his tongue inside. I inhale deeply as my thermostat rises from zero to approximately a billion degrees in seconds.
Oh wow… the man kisses like a god. Or a demon. I’m not sure which. The devil emoji pops into my head, and I moan against his lips as he claims mine with such passion that I’m convinced he’ll set me alight. It’s going to turn us both to ashes, and when the doors open, they’ll wonder what happened to the cute young couple who the receptionist saw going into the elevator on the ground floor.
I lift my arms around his neck, filled with joy, wanting nothing more from him at that moment than the pleasure of lovemaking—to share my body with him, and to enjoy his in return.
My brother once told me cynically that dreams never come true. Oh Alex, you silly, silly boy. You’ve got such a lot to learn.
Chapter Twenty
Damon
When the elevator pings and the doors open, I walk her backwards, still kissing her, out of the car and along the corridor.
“You can stop for a second,” she says, laughing, as I continue to press kisses over her lips and face.
“Don’t want to.” I kiss around to her ear. “Ahhh… Belle… you smell so good.” The sultry scent she’s wearing tonight is driving me insane. Her perfume and her elegant dress lend her an exotic womanliness I find extremely attractive. In a few minutes we’re going to ditch our clothes and be skin to skin. The thought makes my pulse pound.
I maneuver her to the door, touch my card to the panel, and then open it. Steering her in, I let the door swing closed behind us, still kissing her. Unfortunately I’ve forgotten about the small table in the entranceway, and we bump into it, sending half a dozen hotel fliers scattering to the floor.
“Oops.” I don’t stop to pick them up. Instead, I continue to walk her backward to the bed.
I flick open the buttons of my jacket. Belle pushes it off my shoulders, and I catch it in my hands, then toss it over a nearby chair. Her hands are immediately loosening my tie, and then that joins the jacket on the chair.
Jesus, I can’t jump her the second she’s in the door. “You want a drink first?” I ask, my voice husky with desire.
“Nuh-uh.” She strokes her hands over my waistcoat. “I love this. You look so handsome in it, Damon. You wear a suit exceptionally well.”
“Thank you.” I can’t help but be flattered by her compliment.
“I’ve watched you all evening,” she says, undoing the waistcoat buttons. “Dancing and talking with other women. And I just kept thinking tonight he’s mine. You have no idea how good that made me feel.”
I find myself speechless as she opens the waistcoat and pushes that over my shoulders too. I’m the one who’s supposed to have the praise kink, who enjoys making girls feel good. But her words, and the way she’s looking at me as she begins to undo my shirt buttons, fills me with a glow I hadn’t expected.
Incredibly happy, I slide my arms around her, turn my back to the bed, and fall onto the mattress with her on top of me. She laughs and props herself up on her hands to look down at me.
“You could have any woman at the wedding,” she says. “Except for Gaby, probably. Why on earth have you chosen me?”
“You’re kidding me?” I brush my hands down her back, confirming that she’s not wearing a bra. “You were the most beautiful girl there by far.”
“Aw. You’re just saying that.”
I frown at her. “I told you, I never lie. I’ve been watching you all evening, too. Talking to everyone. Helping Gaby. Dancing with all the guys, young and old, and none of them could keep their eyes off you. I was ready to go nuclear on any of them that touched you.”
“You missed Freddie grabbing my arse, then?”
“Fuck, you’re kidding me? That little shit.”
She giggles. “I thought you were going to stride across the floor and smash his teeth down his throat.”
“I would have, if I’d seen him. Fucking twat. Are you okay?”
She laughs. “I’m fine. I told him to stop wandering and moved his hand up to my waist. He didn’t do it again.”
I stroke my hands down her back again, following the sensual curve of her waist and the swell of her bottom, then tighten my fingers on the soft muscles there. I’m allowed to do it. Nobody else.
“Damon Chevalier is squeezing my butt,” she says. “I still can’t believe it.”
