Fated Hearts

by Elliott, Kelly

  Who am I right now? And who in the hell knew I would love a dirty-talking man!

  “I’ve heard sex in the shower is uncomfortable,” I said.

  Roger gave me a perplexed look. “Is that yet another challenge, princess?”

  I had all but given up on getting Roger to stop calling me that. Even though I would never admit it, I actually was starting to like it. Another thing that was not my norm.

  “Oh, believe me, you seem like the type of guy who could manage to have sex anywhere he wanted.”

  Roger faked a wounded expression. “Ouch, are you calling me a manwhore?”

  I let my eyes travel down to his erect dick. “I mean, you’ve certainly had practice with that thing.”

  He covered himself with his hands as his mouth dropped open. “Why, I never! I happen to just be that good.”

  My mouth twitched with a hidden smile. “It was rather nice.”

  “Nice?” he asked in a low, rumbly voice.

  With a half-shrug, I turned and headed toward the bathroom. “Yes. Nice.”

  “Excuse me, but I believe you came three times. Three.”

  I reached in and turned on the shower before glancing back at Roger. “If you really want to impress me, three isn’t the magical number, Mr. Carter.”

  His eyes grew dark, and I swore his nostrils flared. “What is the magical number, Anna?”

  I dug my teeth into my lower lip. “I won’t know until I hit it.”

  Growling, Roger pushed me into the shower, pressed me against the cold tile, and captured my mouth with a kiss so mind-blowing, I nearly forgot how to stand. Then he dropped down and lifted one of my legs, hitching it over his shoulder.

  He licked his lips as he prepared to devour me.

  “I need another taste of you.”

  All I could do was reach for the metal bar in the shower and hold on for dear life while he took me to heaven again.

  “Roger,” I panted as my orgasm quickly built up.

  He didn’t stop. He sucked, licked, and gently bit as I moaned.

  Then it happened. I exploded into another orgasm that shook my entire body. I felt my legs give out, and before I even knew what was happening, Roger had picked me up and entered me, holding me against the shower wall.

  He withdrew, slowly pushed back inside, and then smiled. “Was that the magical number, princess?”

  I couldn’t think. I couldn’t speak. All I could focus on was the delicious way his body moved inside of me. I had never in my life had more than one orgasm at a time with a man, maybe two…and the second one was fleeting, at best. But now…now it felt as if I was on the verge of yet another.

  “Kiss me,” I demanded.

  His dimples appeared when he gave me a sexy grin. “Your wish, princess.”

  The moment his tongue touched mine, I tasted my own pleasure. A bolt of lust and desire raced through me. Roger angled me and went deeper inside, hitting a spot that nearly had my eyes rolling to the back of my skull.

  “There is…no way!” I said, feeling that familiar buildup again.

  “I need you to come, baby. I’m so close.”

  I opened my eyes and locked onto his. Gracious, his eyes were beautiful. Like the summer sky after an afternoon rain shower. So blue and bright, they nearly brought me to tears. I could feel the pressure in the back of my eyes growing.

  “Anna. Now!”

  His command—or maybe it was the way he said it with such raw need and passion—sent my orgasm tumbling over the edge. It wasn’t as strong as the last one, but Lord, it still packed a pleasure-filled punch.

  I dug my fingers into his shoulders and dropped my head back against the shower, letting out moan after moan as I felt the tears I had struggled with moments ago be set free. They mixed with the shower water, and for that, I was thankful.

  “Yes, that’s it. I’m coming, Anna! God, it feels so good.”

  By the time Roger stopped moving, I was spent. Exhausted.

  I forced my body to move and lifted my head up to look at him. “That…was the magical number.”

  I felt the bed move and opened my eyes. A small stream of light filtered in through the curtains, just enough to see Roger’s gloriously naked body as he stood and stretched. Heat instantly pooled in my lower stomach.

  He leaned down and grabbed a pair of shorts, which he slipped on before starting toward the bathroom.

  When I heard the door click shut, I rolled over and softly groaned.

  “Oh, my gosh,” I whispered, every muscle in my body aching. After our shower, I had nearly passed out from exhaustion. Roger had dried me off and then carried me to the bed. I was out the moment my head hit the pillow.

  Around five in the morning, he had woken me up with soft kisses around my breast and up my neck. When I opened my eyes and saw him smiling at me, the instant desire I felt shocked me. I wanted him like I had never wanted any other man. Regardless of the fact that he’d already made me come five times earlier that night.

  Five. Holy hell.

  I had never come so many times, and honestly thought it was impossible. Okay, not impossible, but unlikely it would ever happen to me. The guys I’d been with in the past were certainly not capable of making me feel the way I felt with Roger.

  I smiled as I thought back to how bold I’d been when I’d whispered that it was my turn and pushed him onto his back and crawled over him. It was then we heard the couple in the next room moaning from the other side of the wall. They followed it up with cries to go faster.

  I had looked down at Roger, only to see one of his brows lifted. “I think you could beat her,” he said.

  And the gauntlet had been dropped. It hadn’t been hard, really. Being on top of Roger, feeling his body rub against my clit as he lifted his hips to meet me thrust for thrust, caused me to lose my mind. Of course, it helped when he encouraged me to be a bit louder as I told him exactly what I wanted.

  I had never been so open with a man during sex before. I wasn’t sure if that should bother me or not. Why was it so different with Roger? Was it because I knew it would all end soon…this fairy tale world we were living in? Or maybe he simply brought out another side of me. A side I rather liked.

  “Tell me how good it feels, princess,” he had said with a wicked smile.

  “Feels so good!”

  Then he said the magic words that made my entire body explode. “Fuck me harder, Anna.”

  I had come so hard and so intensely, I wasn’t sure if I was calling out to Roger or God or to the whole hotel. When I finally collapsed on his chest, we heard soft moans of pleasure from the other room, followed by silence.

  Roger had rolled me over and made the sweetest love to me after that. He’d kissed me gently and moved in a way that would ruin me for all men after him. The connection I felt with him was nothing I had ever experienced before, and I knew a part of me needed to pull back because once it was over, I could see my heart breaking. Roger was so tender in everything he did, and I couldn’t help but wonder if he was this type of lover with everyone.

  After he’d cleaned us both off, I’d drifted to sleep in his arms with that same thought rolling around in my head.

  Now, staring up at the ceiling, I thought about what it was going to be like when we both walked away. It was clear there was a connection. I knew what held me back—a long-distance romance was not something I wanted. What held Roger back? The same thing?

  The shower turned on, and a wicked thought occurred to me. After all the pleasure Roger had given me throughout the night, it was time to return some.

  As I stood up to go join him, the room phone rang. I reached out and answered it.

  “Hello?”

  “Yes, Ms. Michaels, this is Rory at the front desk. We actually have a room that has come available for you. It looks like the airport will be closed at least until tomorrow with this new round of snow coming in, and you’ll need to spend one more night with us at least.”

  My heart pounded in my chest
as I stared at the closed bathroom door. Chewing on my lip, I thought back to the amazing night I had spent with Roger. Did I really want our time together to end?

  “Thank you so much for letting me know, Rory. I’ll pass on the room, though.”

  “Um, but it says in the notes you needed another room because—”

  “Yes,” I said, cutting her off. “It appears the situation has worked itself out, and I don’t need a room. Mr. Carter and I are fine sharing.”

  A moment of silence occurred before my words seemed to sink in. “Ohhhh, okay. Great! I’m glad things are…um…working out for you both then. I’ll go ahead and remove this note. As far as the bill for the room?”

  “We’ll figure that out when we check out. Thank you.”

  Before the nice front desk girl could respond, I quickly hung up. I brought my hand up to my mouth as I sat there in stunned silence.

  “What did you just do?” I whispered to myself. My eyes darted over to the bathroom door while my heart pounded rapidly in my chest. A giggle burst free, and I shook my head. Who in the world was I anymore?

  I stood and took a step closer to the bathroom door.

  Okay, this is what you want, Annalise Michaels. Go take it.

  Slowly, I made my way over to the bathroom door. My hand shook as I reached out and opened it. The clear glass shower was slightly fogged up, but I still had a perfect view of Roger’s incredibly fit body.

  Wow. To think I’d slept with that man. He had been inside of me. And now—now I was about to drop to my knees and take what I wanted.

  Him.

  As if sensing me there, Roger turned and looked at me. A slow, sexy smile spread across his face. “See something you want, princess?”

  I pretended to be annoyed with the nickname and shot him a warning look. He winked, and I felt my stomach dip.

  My eyes drifted down, and I watched him grow harder. A soft moan slipped free from my lips, and Roger opened the door to the shower.

  I lifted my gaze from his midsection to see those baby blues filled with desire. The slow throb between my legs intensified.

  “Yes, I do believe I do, Mr. Carter.”

  He spread his arms wide and teased, “I’m all yours.”

  It was my turn to smile. I stepped into the shower, shut the glass door, and licked my lips as I dropped to my knees and took him in my hand. He hissed and dropped his head back. I wanted him so much, I could practically feel the aching pain pulsing through my veins, but I was scared to death I wouldn’t do this right. What if he hated it, or I sucked too hard? I knew I should use my hand simply from watching a porn or two in my life. Not to mention the times I’d heard my friends talk about giving guys blowjobs. I had never had the desire to give a man one before, and the few guys I’d dated had never asked. Well, one had when he was drunk, and I’d quickly refused.

  I inhaled slowly, then let it out as I stared at his hard dick, jumping in my hand with each small movement I made. I decided I needed to be honest with Roger, if for no other reason than for him to be able to tell me what felt good.

  Glancing up, I noticed he had moved the showerhead so it wouldn’t spray in my face. “I’ve…I’ve never done this before,” I said.

  His brows shot up in surprise. “You’ve never given a guy a blowjob before?”

  I shook my head. “Nope, never. So, I might be bad at this.”

  A small growl came from low in his throat as he brushed the back of his knuckles against my cheek. “Anna, I can tell you right now, the moment you wrap those pretty pink lips around my dick, I’m going to be fighting not to come. Don’t worry, you’ll do it right. Trust me.”

  “I don’t think I’ll be able to do the whole swallow-and-act-like-a-bad-bitch thing. Will you let me know before you come?”

  He nodded and swallowed hard. “Of course, I will.”

  I drew in a deep breath, looked down at his impressive appendage, and exhaled. I wrapped my mouth around him and instantly moaned at the salty taste that was Roger. He was big and hard, yet so soft. He tasted better than I thought, or maybe that was the soap? No, no, there was a bit of a clean taste to him, but this was for sure him. The small amount of precum had given me a good taste, and I highly doubted the soap was salty.

  Oh, God. Concentrate, Annalise!

  I peeked up and saw the most glorious sight I would probably ever see. Roger, with one hand braced on the tile of the shower, his eyes closed, and a look of pure ecstasy on his face. I hadn’t really even done anything except put him in my mouth and slowly move. His free hand slipped into my wet hair, and he pulled on it gently before he started to help guide me into the rhythm he liked.

  “Fucking hell, Annalise. God…it feels so good.”

  My chest warmed and I decided to experiment with both my hand and my mouth. Rachel, my best friend from high school, had given us all a demonstration one night with a cucumber. What was it she’d said would throw a man right over the edge?

  I sucked with my mouth and pumped with my hand as I tried to recall the memory of that day. Her words came back in a rush.

  “Play with his balls—guys like that. But be gentle. And if you really want to blow his mind, as well as his load, either gently press your finger against his ass, or slip inside just a little bit. He’ll most likely end up marrying you if you pull that move.”

  I pulled my mouth up along his shaft and let it pop out of my mouth as I gave my aching jaw a quick break. Lord, friends should warn friends about what a jaw workout blowjobs were.

  Moving my hand up and down, I looked up to see Roger staring down at me. God, it should be illegal for a man to be so freaking handsome and look at a woman that way. My clit throbbed, and I fought the need to touch it and offer some relief.

  I took him into my mouth once again but kept my gaze on his.

  “Anna,” he panted. “I’m getting close.”

  I smiled, moving my hand from his shaft to his balls. They were pulled up tight against his body, and he let out a groan as he closed his eyes.

  “Fuuuuck. Yeah, touch them like that.”

  Knowing our time was limited, and this might very well be the last time I would get to do this, I reached between his legs and gently slipped my finger between his ass cheeks. Roger’s eyes flew open, and his entire body seemed to react. Moving my mouth faster and sucking a bit more, I pressed my finger against him and felt it slip inside.

  “Fuck, yes!” Roger called out. “I’m going to come, Anna! God!”

  His voice sounded strained as he tugged at my hair to pull me off him. It was in that moment I decided I wanted every part of what he had to offer. I took him in deeper and pressed my finger into him a little more, causing him to let out a moan of pleasure that echoed in the shower.

  “Anna, I’m coming!”

  Warm liquid hit the back of my throat, and I quickly swallowed as fast as I could. He tasted like salt and earth and everything I dreamed he would. He dug his hands into my hair, and I loved that I had made him feel so good. I sucked and licked until he had nothing left, and my jaw felt like it might lock into place.

  Roger pulled away from me and stumbled back against the shower. I stood and leaned my face into the stream of water, rinsing out my mouth.

  “Jesus H. Christ. For someone who’s never done that before, you sure knew the right things to do. And what the fuck was the whole ass thing?”

  I shrugged. “A friend mentioned once that guys like that, but if you don’t, I—”

  Before I could finish, he pulled me to him and kissed me. The kiss was deep and different from the others. Exactly how it was different, I wasn’t sure. It simply felt different. I wrapped my arms around him and melted into his body. I could honestly stay wrapped up in Roger’s arms forever and be completely content.

  Oh, dear. That kind of thought was going to get me in trouble.

  When he finally pulled back, he leaned his forehead to mine. “It felt amazing. I don’t think I’ve ever come so damn hard before in my entire life
. I thought I was gonna pass out for a second.”

  I chuckled and looked up at him. He kissed the tip of my nose.

  “Thank you. That felt amazing.”

  I gave myself an internal fist pump. “Well, it was the least I could do after you pleasured me so much I nearly fell into a coma.”

  He laughed and then turned me around and reached for the soap. When he started to clean my body, I had to bite my lower lip to keep from saying something stupid like, “Let’s move in together and make each other feel good every day!” Or “Tell me where you live, and I’ll fly there once a week. We can make this work!”

  No. No, none of that would work. One, I didn’t want a long-distance relationship, and two, something told me Roger Carter wasn’t the type of guy who would be interested in any sort of relationship.

  “Your skin is so soft,” he said, placing the soap back down and massaging my shoulders. I leaned against him and moaned when his hands moved around to caress my breasts.

  I dropped my head back against his chest as I said, “That feels so good.”

  He placed his mouth to my neck and kissed me softly. “You’re so beautiful, Anna.”

  I closed my eyes and tried to keep my heart from beating straight out of my chest. I couldn’t deny how I was feeling, and a part of me was scared to death because I knew without a doubt, I was falling for Roger—and falling hard. I needed to remember it would all be over in a day or two. That the wonderful bliss and pleasure I felt was going to end. It had to end. We were two strangers who had been tossed together.

  But the attraction we had for one another was undeniable. The first time I saw him, standing there naked, I somehow knew I was meant to meet him. We were meant to spend these few days stuck in this hotel together. Crazy as it sounded, I felt it in my very soul.

  Turning to face him, I forced myself to offer a carefree smile. The last thing I needed was for Roger to think I wanted something more than the few days we’d agreed to. “Thank you for saying that.”

  “It’s the truth.”