“Don’t look at me like that.”
I blink. “Like what?”
“Your eyes are horny.”
Now those eyes widen. “What?”
“You have horny eyes.”
That’s what I thought he said. “Oh. Well. There could be a reason for that.” Yikes. That sounded flirty.
A low groan rumbles in his chest. “Jesus, Romy.”
I liked Trace before, but learning more about him tonight, seeing him with kids and old ladies and friends… I’m a goner. My hormones are throwing a party in my lady region. I drop my gaze and rub my palm over his shoulder. “You look good in a suit.”
He makes a low noise, almost a groan. “And you look fucking hot in that dress.” He pauses, then bends his head near me. “Kissable. Lickable.” My belly quivers as his nose touches my hair, his breath tickling my ear. “Fuckable.”
Heat washes down through me, pooling between my legs. I love his filthy words, but… “You’re giving me mixed messages, Trace.”
“Fuck. I know.” He leans his forehead against mine briefly. “I’m sorry. I’m trying to resist but…”
“I know.”
I do know. I want him so much. He keeps pushing me away, and I understand why, but on the other hand… he’s pretty damn irresistible. Maybe he feels the same? That itself is a huge turn-on.
The song ends, and it looks like Joe and Cassie are leaving. We return to the table to say good night. I’m buzzing with arousal, certain my cheeks are flushed and… Shit, is everyone seeing my horny eyes? I hope not!
I try to ignore Trace as I hug Joe and Cassie, then Chuck and Stella who are also leaving, but I’m aware of him in my peripheral vision. Fuckable. Oh God. I squeeze my thighs together.
The crowd is much smaller now with mainly friends of Dean and Wendell’s remaining. I get into an animated conversation with Magan and her—I mean our—cousin Natalie, who’s the same age as me and also works in IT. We have a lot in common and agree to meet for lunch one day.
“Jeff and I have a suite here in the hotel,” she says. “We’re having a party when things wind up here. You’re invited.”
Yikes. This family likes to party.
“Did you come with Trace?” she asks. “Tell him about it.”
“Okay. I’ll see what he says.”
I’m alone at the table, everyone else dancing, when Trace sits next to me. Now his tie is loosened and he lounges back in his chair, looking a little rumpled and a lot sexy. “Let me know when you want to leave,” he says.
“Apparently Natalie and Jeff are having a party up in their suite.”
His eyebrows shoot up. “Of course they are.”
I laugh. “She’s fun.”
“Do you want to go?”
I shrug and peek at him through my lashes. I’d rather go home with him. But not if he’s doing to drop me off and disappear. I meet his eyes, searching his, trying to figure out if he meant what he said. His gaze hooks on mine, his eyes hot. “I’m ready to go home.”
His eyes darken and his head moves in a tiny nod. “Okay.” He pulls out his phone to call for a car.
Nerves flutter inside me, along with hope and heat.
We locate Wendell and Dean to say good night and to wish them happiness, and I let Felise and Magan know we’re leaving. They’re about to head home also.
I carefully descend the carpeted stairs in my heels. We cross the lobby, and a doorman holds the door for us. “Do you need a taxi?” he asks.
“We have an Uber coming,” Trace replies.
We step outside onto the sidewalk. The air out here is only a few degrees cooler than inside, a soft breeze rustling the palms in the big pots in front of the hotel. I pull a strand of hair off my face. Our car arrives, and Trace checks it out, then opens the door for me. I slide into the back seat.
The first thing I do is toe off my shoes and wiggle my toes.
“Sore feet?”
“Oh my god, yes. I don’t wear heels very often.”
“They look amazing on you.”
My heart bumps. “Thank you.”
Soon we’re on Lake Shore speeding north. The car is dark and quiet, and my skin tingles with the awareness of Trace near me. I’m aching for him to touch me. “Did you mean what you said earlier, or are you going to cock block me again and tell me we can’t be together?”
After a surprised beat, he chuckles and leans his forehead against mine. “Jesus, Romy.”
I’m quivering with anticipation. Is he going to reject me again?
“I’m not going to cock block you. Or myself.” He lets out a resigned sigh. “I’m coming into your place…” His voice lowers and roughens into a sexy growl. “And I intend to make your ‘home’ very happy.”
A tiny laugh bubbles up as my belly flip-flops. I can’t breathe. Heat spreads over my skin. “Don’t tease me unless you’re going to please me.”
He laughs again, tucking his fingers beneath my chin and lifting it. I look into his eyes in the darkness just as his thick eyelashes lower over them. My lips part and my eyes drift closed too, and then he’s kissing me. My body dissolves as I slide into a haze of sweet desire.
His fingertips coast over my throat and my shoulder. A shiver works down my spine as his fingers curl around my upper arm, his mouth moving on mine, his tongue licking over my bottom lip and then inside. It’s a kiss… but it’s more. It’s honesty. It’s surrender. It’s unity.
We walk into my condo without a word. My bedroom is dark, but the curtains are open, and through the window, the moon hangs in the sky, full, a perfect orb of glowing silver and blue. I pause, pulling in a breath. I feel like everything is more intense and emotional when the moon is full, but I also feel I can trust my instincts.
I drop my purse and my sweater onto the chair and turn to face Trace. “We agreed not to do this.”
He’s right there, and his hands come up to clasp my upper arms. He studies my face. “I know. But I can’t resist you, Romy.”
“You want to resist me. You were trying.”
“Yes.” His mouth tightens. “I told you why.”
“I know.”
“I feel like I should be stronger. But when it comes to you… I’m defenseless.”
I curve my hands over his shoulders, right at the base of his neck where I can rub my thumbs over his collarbones. “Are you blaming me?”
“Christ, no!” His eyes widen.
“I’ve been trying to resist too. I respect your loyalty to the Candlers. I don’t want to be a problem for you and them.”
“Oh, Romy.” He leans his forehead against mine. “It’s not your fault that I can’t stop thinking about you. Can’t keep my hands off you. That I want you every goddamn minute of every day.”
My heart flutters. “I feel the same. So… it’s not my fault. But it’s not your fault either. Maybe we just need to… accept it.”
He draws back, his face serious, his eyes deep and shadowy.
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Accept it.
I’m making a mess of this. Telling her we can’t, then flirting with her. I just can’t do it anymore. I can’t resist. I can’t push her away. Call me weak. Call me obsessed. I don’t give a shit. I just want her.
She feels the same. She wants this too.
Whatever this is.
I’m terrified to go there, so I kiss her. Urgently. Hungrily. Giving in and going for it.
I fucking love the taste of her mouth, sweet and warm, the feel of her tongue against mine, velvety and playful. I love how smooth her skin is under my rough hands as I push the tiny straps off her shoulders. I’m consumed with a huge and limitless need, so powerful it swells inside me and takes over. All I can focus on is… Romy.
I reach around her for the zipper of her dress. She steps back with a small smile and helpfully turns her back on me. Oh yeah. It is on.
I lower the zipper and push the dress down. She’s not wearing a bra, but she is wearing panties, lace the c
olor of flames that matches her dress. “Nice.” I drag my fingertips over the lace, then tug them down her legs.
Now the curves of her ass are bare, and I can’t resist fitting my palms to them and squeezing.
“This is nuts, but I can’t stop.” I suck gently on the skin of her neck. “Do you want me to stop?”
“God no.” She turns back to face me and threads her fingers through my hair, her head falling back as I drag my mouth over her throat. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
“I want you so fucking much. Christ, Romy. I can’t stop thinking about you.” My hands move on her body, squeezing her waist, sliding up to her rib cage. “I can’t stop dreaming of you. I need you.”
She shivers. “I dream about you too.”
“Yeah?” I brush my rough cheek against her smooth one. “Tell me what you dream of.”
“This.” She caresses the back of my neck, my shoulder. “This… and more.”
I capture her mouth again in a hard, bold kiss that feels both reckless and inevitable. My thoughts spin out of control as sensation takes over everything. I cover one breast and squeeze, lust kicking in my belly. My skin heats and tingles, my heart ricocheting unevenly in my chest.
I press my hand to her soft flesh, kneading it, then rubbing my thumb over the hard tip. She moans, her back arching, pushing her tit into my hand.
I glide my other hand down over her hip. “So smooth,” I murmur, fingers sliding around to her ass. Our tongues play, licking and sucking, heat building in my core. I kiss her over and over, and she kisses me back, opening wide and letting me lick inside her mouth, then nip at her bottom lip. She whimpers.
“Do you want me to stop?” I whisper again.
“No.”
Pleasure expands in my chest and flows through my body. I move her toward the bed, easing her down to sit on the edge, and I lower myself next to her. I pluck both nipples, tight little points, and she shudders. “So tight. So perfect.”
She makes incoherent sounds of pleasure as I play with her. My fingers move wider, stroking her ribs, her stomach. I lift her legs over my thighs, parting them wide, exposing her, and my hand covers her there. She mewls. “You’re still dressed,” she whispers.
“I can fix that.” I lift my hand and my clothes are gone.
“Whoa.” She blinks up at me. “There is a spell for that.”
“Sometimes fast is good.” I lower her to her back and reach for her thighs. “But sometimes… slow… is better.” I part her legs, studying her. “Pretty,” I murmur. “So pretty and pink. Are you wet, Romy?”
“Oh God, yes.” Her pelvis rolls invitingly.
I keep my touch slow and gentle, stroking the softest skin, brushing the patch of curls while my other hand plays with her nipple, twisting and pinching until she’s writhing and moaning.
“Do you need to come, pretty girl?” I kiss her jaw.
“Yesssss.”
“Fuck. You’re so hot.”
“I need you too.”
I dip my fingers between the contours of her flesh to find wetness, slicking my fingers through it and back up to circle over her straining clit. She jolts and gasps.
“So soft. So wet.” I tug her nipple, and another moan slides from her mouth. She makes more soft sounds as I rub her, at first slow and easy, then quickening. Her body ripples beneath my hands, her breath coming faster and her skin misting with perspiration. “Oh God…”
“Like this?” I rotate my fingertip on her sensitive clit.
“Yes… right there…”
I glide my hand up from her breast to her throat, possessive yet careful, and she lets out a low wail, her body tightening. I keep my fingers there, moving, pulling her orgasm out of her until she stops trembling, covering my hand with hers.
I caress her arms, her breasts, her stomach. “So sexy.” I lean over to nuzzle her neck. “That was gorgeous.”
My dick is on fire, my balls aching.
“Oh… um, thank you. And also… thank you.”
I smile.
She pushes up to sit, hands planted into the mattress. “Do you want me to…?” She gestures at my throbbing erection.
“No. I mean, yeah, of course, but… not now.” I kiss her mouth. “Right now I want to fuck you.”
She trembles. “Oh. You… you have a condom, right?”
“Yeah.” I point at the nightstand, and one appears there.
She laughs softly. “Perfect.”
I yank back the covers on her bed, then lift her and set her down, head on a pillow, and move over her. “I’m gonna explore that sweet pussy again. I’m gonna taste you and make you come again.”
She shivers. “That’s… optimistic.”
I laugh. Out loud. A burst of genuine mirth. “Do you doubt me?”
She bites her lip. “Not you so much as myself.” She eyes my bare chest with avid appreciation, eyes widening as she takes in my cock.
I give myself a stroke, and her eyelids go heavy. “Oh, Romy.” I shake my head. “Never doubt yourself.”
“Easy for you to say,” she mutters.
I stretch out next to her, sliding an arm beneath her shoulder, my other hand caressing her neck. My thumb brushes back and forth over her throat as we kiss, and she wraps her arms around me, giving herself over to me. I love it.
She tastes like longing and lust. Like bliss. Skin to skin, I want to sink into the warmth of her, rub myself all over her, breathe her scent into my lungs.
I ease back, keeping our mouths joined, so I can sweep my hand down her body—between her breasts, over her belly, along her thigh, then back up. Her small hands explore the contours of my shoulders.
I cup one breast, fill my palm with it, toy with her nipple, then cup her jaw. She feels tiny in my big palm. I turn her face away from me to give access to her cheek, her ear, her neck. I run my tongue over her skin.
“This is cute.” I pause and touch a fingertip to the small tattoo behind her ear—a crescent moon.
“Mmm.”
I lick and suck her skin into my mouth, stopping at her gasp, just short of pain. She squirms next to me, making soft sounds of delight. Then I slip my hand beneath her head, turning her back to me, and I kiss her mouth again. I’m burning up, throbbing with need.
I coast a hand down to her pussy again, and she shifts so her arm is between us and finds my cock. Jesus. Her soft fingers closing around me have my blood running even hotter. I roll back a bit more, my eyes closing, my face tightening as she grips me and tugs. A groan rumbles in my chest.
My fingers move between her legs, and her thighs fall apart. I touch her slowly, confidently, scratching lightly over her thighs, making her shiver. I pet her and stroke her, then so lightly find her clit. Her body spasms as I touch her still sensitive bundle of nerves.
We play like this, my fingers inside her, petting her clit, her hands slowly stroking my shaft up and down. I suck her nipples until they’re stiff and red. I don’t know how much time passes; I’m spaced out, nothing but feelings and rapture. Then I push up and turn so I can watch my fingers touch her. She grips me tighter and strokes harder. Then I bend and press my face to her pussy. I breathe in her scent and feel like I’m drunk.
Her body nearly lifts off the bed. “Oh God!”
“Mmm. I knew you would taste sweet.” I lap and suck, teasing her clit with the end of my tongue. “Such a pretty pussy.”
“Ahhhh… I need… to come…”
I lift my head, smiling. I knew it. With a twirl of my finger, the condom is on my cock, stretched tightly over my girth. I move over her, kneeling between her legs. I lean my elbows into the mattress, hands beneath her shoulders, and pause to look down into her eyes.
They’re dark blue and hazy, full of emotion. “Please,” she whispers.
Oh fuck yeah. I blink slowly, kiss her chest, then rub the head of my cock up and down through her slit, coating myself with her arousal. My balls are so tight, need burning over my skin. When I push in, it’s slow
and careful, but she winces.
I stop immediately. “Sorry, sorry.” I smooth her hair off her forehead and kiss her. Christ. The last thing I want to do is hurt her.
“It’s okay.” She tips her pelvis, knees bent, giving me access, and I slide in deeper, cautiously. “It’s good.”
She hooks her heels behind my thighs and I move, rocking against her, still slow, still cautious. She skims her hands up and down my sides, mouths locked together, and we find a rhythm, a smooth, rolling flow of not just our bodies, but more.
Something flows around us, a haze of energy. When I lift my head to peer into her eyes, it intensifies, heating, surging. I’m inside her body, and right now I feel like I’m inside her head, inside her heart.
She lifts into me faster, and I match her movements, thrusting harder into her. Her beautiful eyes fall closed, her head rolling from side to side. I push into her and she comes, pulsing, quivering, her body jerking, sounds falling from her lips. My body tightens against her, my hands in her hair, my face buried against her neck. She squeezes me, and sensation burns and twists inside me, fire racing up my spine. Ecstasy erupts, and I can’t help but shout as wave after wave of heat pours over my skin and I surge inside her.
“Fuck,” I mutter in her ear. “Jesus fuck.” My chest heaves. “I’m flatlining.”
A strangled laugh escapes her. She strokes my back, damp with perspiration, and when I lift my head, she pushes her fingers into my hair, also damp, and plays with it until it stands on end.
“Romy.” I gaze into her eyes searchingly. “That was…”
She sucks her bottom lip between her teeth. “Yeah.”
I feel like… Okay, this is weird, but I feel like a different person. Like something so important just happened to me that it’s changed me.
Does she feel it too? She seems… shook.
I collapse onto her, but I’m conscious enough to know I need to keep all my weight off her. I shift to the side, holding her against me. Heart-pounding, gasping moments later, I say, “I think that took about two minutes.”
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