Page 17 of Brassy Bigwig

CHAPTER SIX

DIMITRIOS

The rest of dinner was the worst torture I’ve ever been made to endure. At the same time, the anticipation of what was to come kept the intensity of our feelings piqued and roaring to go when the time came.

When the waiter came back with our salads, I asked him to bring the main course out as soon as possible, as we had somewhere else we needed to be. I wanted to make sure we got some food in our stomachs before the alcohol overtook us, and we got sloppy. I also wanted to make sure Genevieve had a healthy helping of protein because we have a long night ahead of us. I meant every single word I said to her earlier. I want to take her in every position, on every surface of my room.

I have a feeling I may not get my security deposit back.

Not that I care.

Even though her shoes are off, I still insisted on carrying her. Placing Genevieve onto her feet once we’re clear of the sand, my hand finds the small of her back again, but this time I let it fall over the swell of her ass. I’ve waited desperately to caress her body since the moment I saw her. She looks up at me through her long eyelashes, and I can’t hold back any longer.

Crushing her against the stone wall next to the steps, my mouth finally connects with her wine-stained lips. Nothing I’ve ever eaten before tastes as exquisite as she does. It feels like lava is racing through my veins as my dick hardens, and I grind against her stomach.

I shouldn’t be doing this to her here. She deserves privacy, intimacy. She deserves to be devoured by a gentleman, not by a heathen out in the open for all to see. But I can’t stop myself. Not yet.

I pull her hands up over her head and hold them hostage in one of my own. Spreading kisses down her neck, I wander across her slender collarbone and nibble my way to her exposed shoulder. Her smooth skin is left glistening from the specks of saliva I’m leaving behind.

Leaving my scent on her. Marking her as mine.

No other woman has ever elicited this type of possession from me. Not Emilia. Definitely not Kendra.

No. Stop thinking about them.

Letting the image of Genevieve in that black bikini on the beach permeate my mind, my free hand covers her breast over the thin lace. She’s not wearing a bra, and it’s turning me into a crazed lunatic. With barely any material to cover her, it wouldn’t take more than a quick tug to rip it off so I can finally get a look at what I’ve craved for the past week. I’ll have to find out where she bought it so I can replace it for her when all is said and done.

No. Forget that. I don’t want her wearing something like this for anyone but me.

I tear my lips from her finally, wanting to get to my room as quickly as possible before I shred her dress to pieces here and now. It takes her a moment to open her eyes, and when she finally does, she pants my name.

“Trey…” The look of unbridled lust in them nearly sends me over the edge.

No one has ever looked at me the way she is right now. I stop for a moment and study her gaze. She’s not looking at me like this because of the booze. It’s not because of my money. Not because I’m Dimitrios Andino.

She’s attracted to me for me.

No, she’s attracted to Trey.

Fuck. I would give anything to hear my real name leave those swollen, pouty lips of hers. Before I beg her to call me Dimitrios and have to explain why I gave her a fake name, I close my mouth and swallow down my feelings. Not letting that thought ruin this moment, I take her by the hand.

“Come,” I command, and her nostrils flare as she pushes her body off of the wall.

I lead her back up the steps we walked down to get here and across the lobby. When I glance over to the bar, I catch Dex’s eyes. He shakes his head in disbelief and shoots me a knowing smile as I walk by. I return his look with a wink just before turning the corner and out of his sight.

The elevator is taking it’s time getting to us, delivering another wave of torture. I stand behind her while we wait and pull her body against mine. I know the moment she feels my erection on her back. Watching her eyes grow large in the reflection of the elevator doors makes my dick twitch.

I rub my palms over her slender shoulders and down to her perfect tits. She lets her head fall back against my chest as I grip them in my palms, feeling her nipples pebble underneath the lace. I tighten my hold on them, trying not to squeeze too hard, and take her nipples between the thumb and forefinger on each of my hands.

Her sharp intake of breath at the pressure nearly makes me lose it. I’m thankful for the elevator doors shooting open just then, forcing me to remove my hands and keeping me from exploding prematurely.

The couple in the elevator take their time exiting, and I impatiently guide Genevieve in and press the door close button before the guy’s back foot even hits the floor of the hallway. The door nearly closes on his leg, but he gets it out just in time.

Even though the ride to the second floor is short, it doesn’t stop my hand from roaming her body. Her eyes close as I find my way between her legs. I practically drool over the heat I feel emanating from her core. One swipe of my long, middle finger, and I collect some of her arousal on my fingertip.

She groans and opens her eyes as I remove my hand and bring the glistening tip of my finger closer to my mouth. Before I lick the taste of her from it, I ask her a question.

“Have you ever tasted yourself, Genevieve?”

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