by Lisa Suzanne
She reached into my boxers, and the feel of her soft, cool skin against the hot hardness of my erection nearly made me lose it on the spot. She moaned as she felt how hard I was for her.
“Just talking about sex with you did that to me,” I said. She gazed up at me while I drove.
She used both hands to work me, starting slowly at the base and heating me up with short pumps. And then she unclipped her seatbelt and leaned across the armrest between us. She held me at the root and flicked her tongue over the tip teasingly. I jerked upward in my seat, wanting her hot mouth all over me.
This was not safe.
But I wasn’t about to stop her.
She ran her tongue all the way down my length and then back up, and then she took me in her mouth. I arched up as I felt the back of her throat.
It was the most amazing fucking feeling I had ever experienced.
She slowly moved her head, sucking and licking, sheathing her teeth and treating me to the most fantastic head of my life.
The moment I thought of the term “road head” while she was giving it to me, I lost control. I kept my eyes open and focused on the road as I exploded fiercely to the back of her throat, groaning ferociously. I felt her swallow around me, and she kept me in her mouth until my body stopped shuddering. Fuck, even that was hot, and I was nearly ready to go again.
She lapped me clean and then tucked me back into my shorts, fixing my belt for me before returning to her side of the car and fastening her seatbelt.
“That,” I breathed, “is going to get you a nice reward later.”
She grinned, wiping the side of her mouth with her finger. “I look forward to it,” she said huskily.
Most. Perfect. Woman. Ever.
She was quiet while I came down from my orgasmic high. I gulped down my Gatorade, needing the hydration after that performance.
“So what’s your favorite way to have sex, then?” I asked.
“Same as you. I love when you’re holding me under my butt and my body is cocooned around yours.”
I took her hand in mine. “I love that, too,” I said sincerely. The way we made love to each other wasn’t just about having a hot, steamy session with her gorgeous body bouncing onto mine. When we were standing and she was wrapped around me, I wanted to crawl inside of her. I loved the feeling of her wrapped around me just as much as I loved wrapping myself around her. There was nothing between us or around us; it was just us, our bodies, our mouths, and our love.
I grasped her knee, and then I slid my hand up her thigh slowly. When I met the juncture between her legs, her breath caught on a moan.
“Unbutton your shorts,” I ordered softly.
She complied.
“Zipper,” I murmured, and I heard her lower the zipper.
“Take your shorts off. And your panties.”
A Third Eye Blind song came on my iPod, a sultry song called “I Want You.” It was ironic given how much I wanted the woman sitting next to me.
She slipped her shorts down her legs with her panties in one sweep, her breath hitching when my finger trailed up the inside of her thigh and into her moisture. She pressed back into her seat and threw her head back, moaning loudly as I pushed one finger into her. I thrust my finger in and out, pressing up inside her walls and then slipping my finger out to massage her everywhere. Her moans became louder as she built closer and closer to her release, and I shoved two fingers in, holding them still while my thumb worked the outside. Her legs clamped together as she screamed out in pleasure, shattering around my hand. Her body quivered with satisfaction for several long minutes as she came down from her high. I pulled my hand from her lap and she gazed at me adoringly. I glanced over at her as I put one finger glistening with her essence into my mouth, tasting her on my tongue.
“Mmm,” I said in pure ecstasy, and she nearly convulsed again in her seat next to me.
“Good Lord, you are so damn hot,” she murmured.
“You’re not too shabby yourself,” I smiled.
We sat in comfortable silence for awhile, both of us lost in the tranquil afterglow of our activities as we listened to the quiet music coming from the speakers.
Lindsay broke the silence with a contented sigh. “You’re up on X.”
“Figures that I’d get all the shitty letters.”
She giggled.
“X-Rays? Ever had any?”
She nodded. “I broke my ankle in the seventh grade.”
“How?”
“I’d rather not say.”
I glanced over at her. She was gorgeous even in the dark, her face illuminated by the dials on the radio. “Tell me,” I goaded.
“I jumped off some stairs and landed funny. I fractured my ankle on the growth plate.”
I chuckled. “I broke my arm in ninth grade.”
“Doing what?”
“I was trying to prove to Julianne that boys can do cartwheels.”
Lindsay broke up with laughter, causing me to laugh right along with her.
“Did you prove it?”
“She won that particular bet.”
My statement caused even more laughter until tears were streaming down her face. It wasn’t as funny to me as I remembered the pain of landing on my arm mid-cartwheel, but it was still pretty amusing looking back on it.
“Y?” I asked once her laughter slowed.
“Why what?”
“No, the letter Y.”
This sent her into another fit of giggles, and I smiled adoringly at her. “Yogurt flavor?” she finally asked once she caught her breath.
“Lame question.”
“Answer it,” she giggled.
“Peach.”
“Blueberry.”
“We’re finally to Z,” I said.
“I liked your Z last time,” she spoke quietly.
I took her hand in mine. “It’s still true, baby. This thing between us is just beginning.”
“What is this thing between us?” Part of this weekend was me trying to establish that between us, and her asking me that question completely threw me off guard. I had it planned out, but now I had to go with it.
“Like a label?”
“Sure.”
“I suppose I think of you as my girlfriend.”
“Good.”
“Do you?” I asked, suddenly feeling uncharacteristically insecure.
“I’ve thought of you as my boyfriend since that first night together.”
“Even when you were with him?” I asked, referring to Spencer.
“I felt more for you after that one night than I did in the six months I was with Spencer,” she replied, her voice full of legitimacy.
“Good,” I echoed her sentiment. “So it’s official, then.”
“I guess it is,” she smiled. “Z, baby. Lay it on me.”
“You can be any zoo animal. What would you be?”
“You go first.”
“Tiger,” I answered immediately, just as she said, “You can’t say ‘Tiger.’”
I chuckled. “Panther.”
“Why?”
“Still ferocious and wild, but also sleek and fast. You?”
“Queen of the jungle.”
“Lion?”
She nodded. “Hell yeah. Everyone would bow to me.”
“I do that anyway.”
“Oh, you do not. You’re always in control.”
“Not true, woman. You bring me to my knees.”
“I like when you’re on your knees,” she said.
“Oh, I like when you’re on your knees, too,” I grinned.
She smacked me on my arm playfully, and I was overwhelmed once again with emotion for her. She had somehow become everything to me in the short time I had known her. She was as necessary as breathing, and even the thought of my life without her killed me.
CHAPTER 20
A little over five hours after we had left Lindsay’s place, the lights of the Strip came into view and we were nearly at our destination. Lindsay had figured it out ab
out an hour into our trip, but I hadn’t confirmed or denied where we were headed.
I pulled into valet parking at the Paris Hotel in Las Vegas, Nevada, and Lindsay squealed with delight.
I put the car in park and turned to Lindsay. “You don’t have a passport, and I wanted to take you to Paris… so here we are.”
She giggled, an adorable sound bubbling up from her excitement. “This is perfect, Travis. I love it!”
I grinned. “Let’s go check in.”
The valet attendant grabbed our bags out of the trunk and handed me a valet ticket. I took the bags from him, too, and then we headed to the check-in desk. The Paris Hotel was a replica of Paris, France, and it was a pretty epic hotel. I booked us a suite, and I carried our bags as Lindsay walked next to me, clasping my hand in hers as she took in the sights around her.
We walked into the posh lobby, taking in the crystal chandeliers and French décor. I headed toward check-in, and we walked right up to the desk without having to wait.
“Your ID and a credit card, sir,” the woman behind the desk requested in a French accent. Even their workers were authentic. I handed them over and glanced at her nametag: Marguerite.
“The Calais Suite?” she asked, and I nodded. “Are you on your honeymoon?” she asked.
Lindsay and I looked at each other and her cheeks flushed.
“No. Someday, maybe,” I grinned, holding Lindsay’s gaze.
“You look very much in love,” she said back to us in her thickly accented voice.
We are, I wanted to say. But I didn’t. I needed to say it to her before I admitted it to someone else, no matter how true it was.
She handed me back my credit card and license and showed us a map that would lead us to our suite on the twenty-seventh floor.
We found the bank of elevators to take us to our room. We stepped on, and we were the only two on the elevator. The moment the doors snapped shut, Lindsay was all over me. Her mouth slid over mine hotly.
“This is amazing,” she murmured around my lips.
“You’re amazing,” I said, holding her bag in one hand and gripping her hip with my other hand as my tongue dipped into her mouth. She moaned into me, and I knew that we would violently attack each other the second we made our way into our room.
But I had something I needed to tell her, and tonight was going to be the night. So, unfortunately, for now I had to hold her off. I had to get to my location by 12:30.
Once the elevator doors opened, I slid my phone out of my pocket to check the time. It was just after 11:20, so we only had an hour.
We found our room and I set our bags down so we could take a look around. The Calais Suite boasted a beautiful master bedroom with a king-size bed, a separate seating area, and two bathrooms. It was, in my personal opinion, a little flashy and definitely over the top with its French decorations, but it also managed to set the romantic mood. It really felt like we were in Paris.
We both stood looking at the bed, and then Lindsay walked casually over to me. She wrapped her arms around my waist as her cheek came to a rest on my chest right over my heart. It was racing as it always did when Lindsay was near me.
She sighed happily. “Thank you,” she whispered.
I buried my nose in her hair, taking in that delicious citrus scent, and then I kissed the top of her head. She leaned back to look up into my eyes, and hers were full of lust. For me.
I leaned down to press my lips to hers, and she took the initiative, thrusting her tongue into my mouth. I gave back demandingly, wanting every little part of her, wanting to be buried inside of her in the place that made me the happiest in the entire world.
I pulled back on a groan, panting. I gazed down at Lindsay’s beautiful face. She really was absolutely perfect, and I loved looking at her face in the midst of our most intimate moments. The smooth skin of her cheeks glowed with color, her lips looked plump and swollen from attacking mine, and her eyes were glazed with passion and lust for me. She was stunning, even when she was in her casual clothes and had just spent the last five hours in the car. Her chest heaved as she panted, too. It wasn’t just me that was so affected by our kisses.
“I have a surprise for you,” I said.
She looked at me with curiosity. “More surprises?” she asked. “Taking me to Paris wasn’t enough?”
“Nothing will ever be enough for you, Gorgeous.”
Her cheeks flushed a deeper red, and she smiled at me with joy. I crushed her against me in a hug, and then I reluctantly let her go, suddenly nervous for my sweeping romantic gesture. I took her hand in mine and pulled her toward the door, because I knew that if I stayed in there a second longer, I wouldn’t be strong enough to stop myself from taking her to the bed, and then my plans would be postponed yet another day.
“Where are you taking me?” she asked, her eyes lit with curiosity and excitement as we walked down the hall toward the elevators.
The beginning of my plan was to go for a stroll in front of the Bellagio Hotel so that we could watch the fountains that made the hotel famous. I had been to Vegas many times before, and the fountains were something I always enjoyed with their display of water, light, and sound. I had always had this little picture in my mind of bringing the woman I loved on a walk in front of the fountains, holding her hand, and taking in the beauty and grandeur together. Of course, historically, my mind always pictured Julianne in those moments, but being here with Lindsay seemed like a new beginning for me. It was better than I had pictured it in my mind, because my feelings for Lindsay ran so much deeper than I ever thought I would feel. And this moment marked the start of the night that I would finally confess to her how much I loved her.
“I was thinking a walk in front of the Bellagio. The fountains go off at 11:45. And then I’ve got one more surprise.”
“Perfect,” she murmured as she pressed the button for the elevator.
Once we were out on the Strip, I was amazed at the sheer number of people surrounding me. We just needed to head across the street, but that was a feat in itself as we walked through a maze of people to the crosswalk. It was nearly 11:45 by the time we made our way to the fountains, and the sidewalks were packed with people. We couldn’t get a close enough spot to lean on the handrail, but then we heard the first strains of the music and saw the first burst of water illuminated by light against the dark night sky and it didn’t matter. I put my arm around Lindsay’s shoulders once we found a suitable spot to stand, and she snuggled closely into my side, wrapping one arm around my waist.
The moment was perfect.
The show was spectacular, and all too soon, it was over. People started moving along, and we lingered for a moment, finally getting a spot against the handrail. We leaned against it and stared at the gargantuan hotel reflected in the calm waters before us, mesmerized by the lights and the sounds and the magnificence that is Las Vegas.
Next to us, a few people huddled around a man and a woman, and the man was talking to the woman. The scenario caught Lindsay’s attention, too, and then we saw the man get down on his knee. I couldn’t hear what they were saying, but I saw him pull out a ring box and then slip a ring onto the woman’s finger. I heard her yell, “Yes!” and then the man stood and pulled the woman into his arms. I could see the love they had for each other reflected in their eyes, and it was a beautiful moment.
The people surrounding them started clapping. Lindsay and I joined in. She looked up at me, grinning, her eyes shining. “Aww,” she murmured, and I kissed her temple, thinking that someday it would be us getting engaged.
One of the people in the group pulled out a bottle of champagne and some plastic cups, and they passed the bottle around. The bride-to-be was glowing, and the groom-to-be looked relieved. It was a beautiful moment that I was honored to have witnessed even though I didn’t know these people.
I grabbed Lindsay’s hand and pulled her along with me. “We’ve got one more stop,” I said.
We headed back to our hotel and walked in
to the casino entrance. I pulled her along with me until I found what I was looking for, and she squealed when she saw my intentions: I was taking her to the top of the Eiffel Tower.
We found the elevators that would take us up, and I was pleased to find that there was no line to get to the top. From the reviews I had read, I was a little concerned that the top would be cramped and we’d have little room to explore, but it looked like we would have plenty of space. There were a few other people in the elevator with us, and I pulled Lindsay close into me as we traveled up fifty stories. Once we arrived, we had 360 degree panoramic views of the Las Vegas Strip. The twinkling lights and the people and the hotels all added up to an unbelievably impressive view. I clasped Lindsay’s hand to mine as we walked around. There weren’t too many other people up there, so it almost felt like our own private attraction.
“The fountains are going again,” she said, and we made our way to the side of the Eiffel Tower that faced the Bellagio so that we could watch another show, this time from above. The change in perspective made it fresh and exciting all over again.
She wrapped herself around my waist, and I held her close in my arms, resting my cheek on top of her head while we watched the fountains, completely overcome with love for her as waves of feelings rolled through my body.
She leaned back and tilted her head toward mine. I leaned down and pressed my lips to hers gently and tenderly, trying to pour everything I felt for her into our kiss.
She moaned into me, and I knew it was time.
“Gorgeous,” I whispered against her lips. My voice was anxious as I felt suddenly terrified to tell her. The only other woman I had ever said the words to besides my mom and my sister was Julianne, and we all know how that turned out. But I knew my heart was safe with Lindsay. I knew that she would hold onto me and protect me just as I would her.
She pulled back and looked at me, lust in her eyes.
“I don’t know when or how this happened, but it did. You have become the most important person in my life in just a few short weeks, and I can’t even imagine my life without you.” I pressed a kiss to her lips. “Lindsay, I love you.”
As I said it, I realized that love wasn’t even a strong enough word to articulate what I really felt for her.
