Without a word, he slips into the stool next to me, his scent immediately engulfing me. He smells incredible. A mixture of expensive cologne and a hint of something sweet that I can't quite pinpoint. Signaling the bartender, I watch his profile as his lips pull up in smirk. Flicking his eyes towards me, he gives me a look that practically melts my flesh to the stool I am sitting on and then turns his attention back to the approaching bartender.
“Scotch please.” He says, waiting patiently as the bartender retrieves his order, not once looking in my direction. I can feel my anxiety building in the pit of my stomach and getting stronger as it works it's way into my chest. What is he up to?
He drains the contents of his glass in one large gulp and then throws some cash down on the bar in front of him before finally turning towards me. The moment his eyes land on mine, my heart rate picks up speed. He cocks his head to the side, studying me for what seems like an eternity before leaning in so close to my face that I am afraid to breathe.
“You look beautiful.” He whispers, dropping his lips to my cheek in a kiss so soft, I wonder if he even touched my flesh. Heat floods my body as he pulls back slightly and smiles wickedly at me. “Are you ready Ms. Blake?” He asks, his breath dancing across my face, the overwhelming scent of scotch invading my nostrils as I breathe him in.
“The question is, are you?” I ask, pushing off my bar stool and brushing my body against his as I step past him. I'm not sure if it's surprise or excitement that dances across his face as he catches my arm before I can step out of his reach.
Pulling my body flush with his, he trails the back of his hand across the side of my face before dragging his thumb across my bottom lip. “I don't know if one night is going to be enough.” He says, leaning down so only I can hear him. “I'm afraid I may never get my fill of you.” He whispers, his lips closing down on mine.
Chapter Twelve
I am a ball of nervous energy as Bentley leads me out of the lounge and down a long hallway and then another before finally reaching a set of elevators. Sliding his hotel key into a card slot, the doors open immediately and he quickly ushers me inside.
All four walls of the elevator are covered in floor to ceiling mirrors and as the car begins to climb, I catch Bentley watching me in the mirror wall directly in front of me. I want to play it off like the feeling of his eyes on me holds no weight over me but I can't break the contact of our eyes once it's made.
I watch as he steps up behind me. I watch his hands as they start at my shoulders and slowly begin to travel down my arms and across my sides, eventually dipping lower. I watch as he hooks the hem of my dress with his index finger and slowly lifts the material, revealing my bare flesh inch by inch as his hand travels upwards.
I take a sharp inhale as I watch his hand slide to my inner thigh and then his thumb brush my most sensitive area through the thin material of my panties. I tear my gaze away from his hands, no longer able to control the shake of my knees at the sight of what he's doing. The moment my eyes find his in the reflection of the mirror, his hand falls away and he takes a step backwards, a triumphant smirk pulling up the corners of his mouth.
Spinning to face him, I am seconds away from spitting out some smart ass comment but am silenced when the elevator doors slide open. Stepping past me, Bentley grabs my forearm when I make no attempt to move on my own and gently tugs. While my mind is a fog and nothing quite seems real, my body seems to know exactly what to do, whatever Bentley asks of it.
Stepping off the elevator, it's clear immediately that we are on a private floor. The hallway is much shorter than that of a normal hotel floor and there is only one door, which sits directly to our right. Bentley leads me to the door and then uses the same key he used for the elevator to unlock it. The moment he pushes the door open, I have to consciously hold my mouth shut to keep my jaw from hitting the floor.
Taking two steps inside, I am so busy taking in the beauty of the room that I jump slightly when the door latches behind me. “You like it?” Bentley asks, coming up behind me and trailing his hands down my bare arms, causing my skin to prickle under his touch.
“It's incredible.” I say, letting my eyes travel across the large open area that looks more like a mansion in the sky rather than a hotel room. The space is at least ten times the size of Patty's house. Filled with plush couches and flat panel televisions, fresh flowers, and the most interesting pieces of art I think I have ever seen. Everything about this room screams money. And while it's not something I am used to, in a weird way it completes this whole fairy tale thing that I get to live for one night.
“Wait til you see the bedroom.” He laughs lightly, dropping his lips to the crook of my neck as he begins slowly trailing kisses up to my jawline before spinning me to face him.
“Why don't you show me then?” I challenge, brushing my hand lightly against his chest and letting it linger there for a moment, loving the feeling of his heart pounding beneath my palm.
“Later.” He says, stepping out of my reach and crossing the space to the fully equipped kitchen that sits open to the living area just to the left of the room. A large u-shaped counter boxes in the space to give the effect of separate rooms while still remaining completely open to the rest of the suite.
Pulling open the refrigerator door, he pulls out a bottle of the same champagne I had in the limo before retrieving two flutes from one of the cabinets. “Are you trying to get me drunk?” I joke, cocking my head to the side as I slide into one of the bar stools that line the kitchen counter and lean forward on my elbows.
“And if I am?” He asks, laughter radiating from his voice.
“You can save yourself the trouble.” I say, pinning my eyes directly on him. “You've already got me here. So tell me Mr. Reed, what are you going to do with me?”
Crossing the kitchen, he leans across the opposite side of the counter until his face is just inches from mine. “Stick around and I promise you'll find out.” He breathes, touching his lips lightly to mine. He makes a move to pull away but I latch my hand around the back of his neck and hold him in place.
“Why wait?” I pant against his lips. I have waited long enough. Spent hours agonizing over what this night would hold. I will be damned if I am going to let him torture me for a second longer. Tightening my grip when he moves to pull away, I slowly close my mouth down on his, starting out slow, working light kisses across his bottom lip before sucking it into my mouth and biting lightly.
He hisses against my lips, moaning slightly when I run my tongue along the bitten area. I can feel him shake slightly under my touch and the knowledge of how much I am affecting him takes the forefront above everything else, instilling in me a power I am not used to possessing.
Releasing his neck, I push myself up off the stool and climb onto my knees onto the counter. Moving forward about six inches, I stop when his face is practically touching my chest. Sliding down onto my butt, I immediately wrap my legs around his waist and pull his body flush with mine.
“I've given you enough time Mr. Reed.” I say, kissing his lips and then his cheek, before trailing my lips lightly along his jawline, loving the way his day old scruff scrapes against my skin. “Stop stalling.” I whisper into his ear before nibbling softly on his lobe.
“Logan.” He warns, his hands stilling my hips as I attempt to grind my body into his.
“Bentley.” I purr innocently, before closing my mouth down on his once again. This time the restraint he has managed to hold up to this point visibly breaks away right in front of me as he takes my mouth roughly, his tongue plunging inside in long sweeps with an urgency that sends me spiraling.
There are no words to describe how incredible it feels to be here with him like this. To have him kiss me the way he is kissing me right now. To have his hands gripping me in a way that makes it seem like he is trying to anchor himself to the world or rather, to me.
“Logan.” He gasps, breaking away from my mouth as he immediately drops his lips to the sensitiv
e flesh of my neck. Dropping my head back, I take slow steady breaths as he trails kisses down my wind pipe, across my collarbone, and then back up to my jaw.
Every touch of his hand, every hitch of his breath, every single movement of his body, sends my control spiraling further out of my grasp. I want to cling to it. I want to take hold of the situation and prove that I am the one in control, but as Bentley pulls the low neck of my dress down further and begins trailing his kisses across my breasts, I am lost. Lost to the sensation, lost to the feeling of his lips on me, his hands on my body.
Arching my back into his touch, I can't even begin to stifle my cries of pleasure as his mouth settles over my nipple and he gently sucks it into his mouth. He swirls his tongue around the sensitive flesh before switching to the other side and repeating the same slow torturous process until I am practically begging him to take me right here and now.
“Enough.” I cry when I feel like I can take no more. “Now Bentley.” I demand, pulling his face up to meet mine as my lips find his once more. “Take me now.” I plead, pushing my tongue roughly into his mouth, my hand tangling in the back of his hair, holding him to me.
I can tell the moment the words leave my lips that it's all the encouragement he needs. We both want this so badly, there's no time to explore, to tease, or to play. I can tell by the way his hands shake and how rapidly his heart is beating against my chest that he wants this just as badly as I do.
Breaking away from my mouth, he slides my body down until I am laying flat on my back on top of the counter. Reaching under my dress, he pulls away the material of my panties and tosses them to the side before gripping my hips and flipping me to the opposite side, my stomach now flush with the cool marble of the counter as my bare ass is completely exposed to him.
I thought I would feel differently being so vulnerable to him but honestly, I love the feeling. I love how badly I know he wants me. I love that my flesh is completely exposed to him, teasing him. And when his hand travels across my ass and into the folds of my most sensitive area, I can't stifle my cry as he slips a finger inside and then two, finding how ready I am for him.
“God Logan. You're so fucking wet.” He pants, plunging his fingers deeper before removing them completely. I hear the rip of a wrapper and by the time I have processed that it's a condom, Bentley grips my hips and pulls me further down the counter, leaving only my torso against the surface and my lower half somewhat dangling in the air.
I feel him position himself behind me and even though I am prepared, I still cry out loudly when he enters me on one quick hard thrust. The feeling of being invaded so completely and stretched to the brink has my eyes immediately glazing over, not in pain but in incredible pleasure.
Pulling back, he almost completely removes himself from me, leaving only his tip still inside before slamming back into me again, this time so hard the counter against my stomach pushes the air from my lungs and I am left gasping as he repeats the process again.
Sliding me further down to where I can reach the floor with the tips of my toes, he begins a hard pounding rhythm behind me. Straightening my posture as much as I can given our current position, I lean back and use my feet to raise and lower my body as I match him thrust for thrust.
I can tell by his erratic breathing and the shake of his hands that he won't last much longer. And while I am surprised by how close I am to my own orgasm, I am more surprised by how close he seems to be to finding his. But clearly not ready to end this yet, he quickly pulls out of me just as my build starts to come to the surface.
Flipping me around, he lifts my leg, hitching it over his arm just at the bend of my knee. Lifting me slightly so that the edge of my ass is perched on the counter, he reenters me again on another hard thrust that causes me to cry out.
“You feel so fucking good Logan. So fucking good.” He pants against my mouth before taking my lips with his. “Too good.” He shakes his head, pulling back to look at me.
Dropping my hands behind me, I support my weight with my arms so that I am able to lift and lower my body to match his rhythm. Gripping my shoulder, he holds me tightly in place as he slows his movements and looks down to see where our two bodies are currently one.
He slowly pulls out and then reenters me, his eyes never leaving our connection point. I've never had someone actually watch as they slide in and out of me before and while the thought never occurred to me, it's the most erotic thing I have ever experienced.
And as I watch him watch us, I can't fight off the build that is slowly returning, even though his movements are so slow and controlled. Watching his forehead crinkle in pleasure as he looks down between us, the way his eyes glaze over, how rapid his breathing is coming, it's a combination that has me clawing at the counter just trying to hold on.
Sensing how close I am to the edge, Bentley drops my leg and pulls my body flush with his. “Let it go baby.” He breathes against my mouth, entering me so deeply that once my orgasm takes hold, there's no stopping it.
The build seems to take forever. It starts from somewhere deep inside of me and with each slow controlled thrust that Bentley does, it grows stronger until finally I explode around him on a cry so vicious that it bounces off the walls around us.
Quickening his strides only slightly, I know the moment that he finds his release as well. His body becomes rigid and tight beneath my hands and I grasp at the flesh of his back as he falls apart beneath me, crying out my name as his release spills from him.
It's several long moments before either of us move but eventually Bentley pulls out of me and steps back, slipping off the condom and discarding it in a nearby waste basket before fixing his pants and reaching out to help me from the counter.
“You are incredible.” He smiles against my forehead as he places his lips gently to it.
“I'm just getting started.” I pull back to flash him a wicked smile while my hands immediately go for the buttons of his shirt. One by one I pop the fabric open and watch as his eyes grow dark the further down I get.
Once the last button is unclasped, I push the material from his shoulders and let my eyes travel across his torso. I try not to give any indication by just how turned on I am by the sight of his bare flesh before me. I have seen some pretty nice bodies in the past but never have I come across the perfection that is Bentley Reed.
Years of playing sports is evident in the cut and definition of his muscles and the way they clench and release with each breath he takes. Slowly I lean forward and kiss his collarbone but instead of pulling back, I let my mouth explore his sculpted chest and washboard stomach. This man is more incredible than even I imagined and that is really saying something.
It isn't long before my fingers find their way to the zipper of his pants but before I can act on anything, his hands close over mine and he pulls me to my feet. “You may have gotten me the first time around but I promise you, you won't get away that easy again.” He warns, smiling down at me.
“I have no idea what you're talking about.” I tease, cupping his already hard erection in the palm of my hand, for the first time realizing just how big he really is. I let my hand glide up and down his length through the fabric of his pants and can't help but smile when a soft moan escapes his lips when I roll my thumb over the tip.
“Bedroom.” He says, causing me to squeal out when he leans over and picks up my panties before tossing me over his shoulder, crossing the length of the suite in the matter of seconds, me protesting the whole time for him to put me down.
He ignores my cries of protest and simply slaps my ass when I try to push my body up in an attempt to break free of his hold. “Bentley.” I laugh out, when he flips me off his shoulder and I land with a soft thud onto the mattress below me.
I don't even have time to look around before he is climbing up my body and tugging down the straps of my dress. “This time.....” He pauses as he takes in each inch of my flesh as it's revealed. “This time I am going to take my time.” He says, taking a deep inhale
when I lift my ass and allow him to pull the dress from my body, leaving me completely bare to him. “I am going to study every inch of your body.” He promises, lifting my leg as he trails his lips across my shin not stopping until he reaches the marred flesh at the bottom of my knee.
I can't help but cringe slightly when he kisses the center of my scar. “Kindred Spirits we are.” He says, laying my leg back down. I can't explain the rush of emotion his words cause. He knows how I feel. He knows what it's like to lose the very thing that made you, you. In a weird way, I feel connected to him on a level beyond anything sexual. Like a certain bond that forms when a person understands you because they understand what you have lost.
Bentley stands and steps out of his pants, his eyes never leaving mine as he does. Once the material hits the floor, he climbs on top of me and settles his hips between my legs, his boxers the only barrier between my bare body and his. His face hovers just an inch above mine and for a moment, he just stares at me. I can't explain it or even begin to understand it, but in that look, in that one look, something changes.
But as he lowers his face and his lips connect to mine, all thoughts and feelings are simply swept away. For with this man, the control I have held onto so tightly just melts away. It's not a fight for control with Bentley but a fight for survival.
Chapter Thirteen
“Tell me something I don't know about you.” Bentley says, taking a bite of his sandwich as we sit across from each other in the middle of the living room floor.
After three hours I finally caved and insisted if the man didn't feed me I was going to die. As such, he ordered us sandwiches and surprisingly, it isn't completely awkward sitting here with him like this, considering awkward kind of comes with the territory when you are just getting to know a person. But with Bentley, it feels more natural. Like I have known him for months rather than a few short days.
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