Page 13 of Whatever You Need

Marco frantically dughis key card out of his pocket. Fumbling it between his fingers, he almost dropped it three different times before waving it in front of the sensor. He impatiently pushed the door open as soon as we got the green light.

He pulled me into the room by the waist and pressed my back against the door. Soft lips crashed onto mine before I could prepare for the impact. I could taste the whisky on his tongue, and feel the desperation in his hands as they sifted through my hair. The sexual tension in the elevator was nothing compared to the level it was at now. I knew that I should have been worried that someone from work might see me, but I was too lost in the moment to care.

My hands twisted in his shirt as he rolled his hips into mine. I matched his movements, as if this was a dance we’ve done a thousand times before. His grip on me tightened, sensing the urgency flowing through me. I couldn’t remember the last time I had felt so alive.

“I feel your need, Amelia.” A strangled sigh left my mouth as he continued. “So, you better make damn sure this is what you want.” His lips traveled down the column of my neck. “Because you are going to get every fucking thing I have to give. All you have to do is say the word.”

“I want this,” I whispered. My voice was thick with emotion. I so fucking wanted this.

“I’m going to touch every inch of you,” he whispered, turning that spark I felt earlier into a wildfire. “And I need you to promise that you won’t hold back.” Brown eyes locked on mine and I knew in that moment that I would give him whatever he asked for. “Promise me.”

“I promise.”

He slammed his lips back down in a frenzy. This was the kind of kiss that made everything else fade away. For once, I wasn’t thinking about my future. I wasn’t thinking about my career. I wasn’t thinking about anything else other what was happening right here in this room.

“You’re spending the night with me tonight,” he whispered, moving his lips over my exposed shoulder.

“Isn’t that the whole point of being here?”

His large palm reached out and cupped my face, he brushed his thumb softly across my bottom lip. “I meant the whole night.”

Chills raced up along my spine as I stared at him. I didn’t want to turn those words into something they weren’t, so he needed to be clear on what this was. “This is just a one-night stand, right?”

His eyes searched mine. “Isn’t that what you wanted?”

I didn’t want to acknowledge the disappointment that grew in my stomach at the thought. I liked him more than I should have, which was why I was debating if this was a good idea. Developing feelings and attachments wasn’t an option. But I knew if I didn’t spend the night, I would be left wondering what it would have been like. The sensible and right thing to do would have been to turn around and walk out that door. But if I was going to make a bad decision, I couldn’t think of a better one.

“I’m not sure what I want anymore, but I know I want this with you,” I told him, desperate for things to continue. I wanted him to understand that I was ready for this. Whatever this may be.

His hand stilled. “I like you, Amelia, but tonight is all I can give you. I don’t want to lead you on, but I’m not looking for a relationship. I need to know that you’re okay with that.”

I didn’t know what was wrong with me, but for some reason that statement touched a nerve. “So how does this work? Am I expected to be gone before the sun comes up? Do I leave you my number on the nightstand?” I swallowed, suddenly unsure about what the hell I was doing and wondered if I should pull back. “I’m not trying to be difficult here, but I’ve just never done this before and I want to know what the expectations are.”

He frowned at me. “You’re thinking way too much about this. Just relax.”

He was right. I was, and I needed to snap out of it before I completely messed this up.

I let out a resigned sigh, hoping he couldn’t sense my embarrassment. “I’m sorry. I guess I’m not very good at this.”

“Just to clear things up, there are no expectations, I’m not going to make you any promises that I can’t keep. Let’s just focus on tonight.”

I smiled up at him, relieved that he was ready to get us back to where we were a few minutes ago. “I’d like that.”

“Me too, beautiful.”

He captured his mouth with mine. Our tongues tangled together, adding just the right amount of pressure with each stroke. He kissed me like it was what he was born to do, as if this moment was destined to happen.

There was no doubt that Marco knew what he was doing, because clearly, the men that I’ve kissed before have been doing it all wrong.

My head hit the wall as his mouth trailed along my neck. I sank my teeth into my bottom lip to keep the curses from flying out of my mouth. I couldn’t believe I almost talked myself out of this.

He let go of my wrist and pulled my dress over my head with ease. Next, he made quick work with unzipping my boots and tossing them to the side.I was wound so tight that I had to close my eyes and hold my breath. I don’t remember being so eager for anything in my life.

He slowly unhooked my bra and dragged the straps along my shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. Once my lace thong was at my feet, he grabbed my hips and slid his hands down to my ass and carried me over to the bed.

He laid me down gently on the mattress and sucked in a breath. “You’re beautiful,” he whispered before placing a tender kiss to the corner of my mouth. The scruff from his jaw was foreign yet welcoming. I wanted to savor the feel of it against my skin.

He pulled away to kick off his shoes and quickly undress. The only light in the room was from the small lamp on the bedside table. The second my greedy eyes took him in, I wished that the lighting was brighter. Everything I could ever fantasize about was standing right in front of me. I practically salivated at the mouth.

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