Page 21 of Blue Eyes & Paris Vibes

“You know what? I think I’d like that,” I whisper and bite my lip to keep a grin from splitting my face into two.

His hand finds the small of my back again as we make our way toward the hotel, fingers drifting lower the moment the crowd thins out. By the time they land on my ass, he's no longer subtle. My hand stays on his hip, gripping a little tighter when he starts to knead me through the denim of my jeans.

A quiet, breathy moan escapes me, uninvited but impossible to hold back, and I hear him mutter a curse under his breath, low and rough.

When the hotel comes into view, something shifts, his steps quicken, his grip on me tightens. He’s practically dragging me now, urgency in every stride, and I can’t help but giggle, half-jogging to keep up with him.

“Someone’s in a hurry,” I tease, breathless and a little dizzy with anticipation.

“Can you blame me?” He lifts his eyebrow at me, turning my cheeks a deep crimson.

I wave lazily at the employees manning the reception. Whether horny or not, some basic manners never disappear, but as soon as the elevator doors close behind Reed and me, all bets are off.

He pins me against the cold elevator wall, arms stretched above my head, wrists caught in one of his hands. His thigh presses between mine, anchoring me in place, and then his mouth crashes onto mine, stealing whatever breath I had left.

“Mine or yours?” he growls against my lips, the words ragged with want.

“Mine. Seven,” I gasp, just before his mouth trails down to my neck, biting and kissing, sending a jolt of heat through me.

His free hand moves roughly over my chest, catching the curve of my breast through the layers, and I moan, arching into his touch. His leg shifts, pressing harder between my thighs, and my breath hitches as it grazes just right. He raises an eyebrow, teasing, testing, and then does it again, slower this time. My body reacts before I can stop it, heat building fast between my legs.

The elevator doors slide open way too soon, and yet not nearly fast enough for my taste. We step out, thankfully alone in the hallway, and he wastes no time. He backs me against the wall beside my door, his hand sliding under my shirt, skimming up my skin until he finds my breasts. I’m digging through my pocket, heart racing, trying to find my key.

A beep, the lock clicks, and a moment later we’re inside, the door swinging shut behind us.

My shirt hits the floor. My bra follows, our shoes are kicked into a corner and neither of us is slowing down.

“Damn. You’re an epiphany,” he breathes, his eyes raking over every inch of my exposed skin. “Your body looks like it was made for me.”

I open my mouth to say something back, but he leans in and takes my nipple between his lips. A groan slips out as he licks, then bites, driving me just crazy enough to make me dig my fingers into his back.

“Off,” I gasp, tugging at his shirt. He doesn’t hesitate, yanking it over his head.

“Not so bad yourself,” I tease, but the grin barely lasts before he drops to his knees, pulling my pants down in one smooth motion. In the next breath, he lifts me like I weigh nothing and presses me against the wall. My legs wrap around him on instinct, and his hips grind into mine, his hard cock still behind denim, mine behind damp, thin fabric, the friction maddening.

I groan, letting my head fall back against the wall. He takes that as his invitation to abuse my neck, sucking and biting as his hand roughly kneads my breast. He wanders deeper and deeper until he reaches my breast and sucks my nipple into his mouth again, licking it, lapping at it, as I move my hips, trying to gain friction where I’m aching for him. I’m so lost in his touch, so lost inhim, I don’t even notice his other hand wandering down my front and pulling aside my panties until he nudges a finger into my wet entrance.

Moaning, my hips move on their own, wanting him deeper, harder.

“You like that?” he growls against my breast, glancing up at me. “Damn, look at you, so beautiful as you ride my fingers. Take what you need.”

He chuckles lowly, his finger driving into me faster, joined by a second one that makes me shout his name and dig my fingers into his shoulder.

“Reed!” I moan and then, suddenly, the wall behind my back disappears and I’m floating. I squeal in surprise when Reed drops me on the bed and my back bounces off the mattress with the force he threw us on there.

He looks at me with dark hunger in his eyes, as I writhe on the sheets, his eyes burning into my skin.

“What the hell are you waiting for?” I whine and arch my back in a way that makes my breasts perk up. Reed's tongue darts out to wet his lips as he leans forward, fingers snaking under the sides of my panties and ever so slowly sliding them down my legs, his eyes transfixed on my pussy.

“Fuck, Abby. You’re so fucking beautiful.” He takes off his pants and I lick my lips when I see his dick for the first time. It’s big. Bigger than most other dicks I’ve had inside me but not so big that he will tear me apart.

Climbing on the bed and crawling towards me, he looks like a predator about to tear apart his prey, and wow, that man can devour me anytime. The intensity in his piercing blue eyes sends a shiver down my spine. How could I have ever doubted that he wanted me? That look makes it feel like I'm the only person in the world to him, like no one else exists in his gaze but me.

I feel the warmth his body radiates on every inch of skin as he captures my lips with his, the kiss rough, hard, and merciless, like he’s taking what he wants and I can do nothing but give it to him, clawing at his back and running my fingers through his hair. It’s the kind of kiss that makes you forget the rest of the world exists, the kind that you lose yourself in, that consumes you like a fire.

He swallows my moans as his hands explore my body, caressing every inch, fingertips dancing over my skin, making me arch into his touch and whine for him to finally touch me where I crave him the most.

“Patience,” he whispers with a grin, clearly amused, and I pinch his hip. “Hey!”

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