It had been one of the best days ever.
When we got back to the hotel, he met with his cousin and I took a shower. Afterwards, we had a dinner date at one of the fancy restaurants.
And now we waited for the elevator to take us to our hotel suite. It was our last night before we’d get back to New York City.
The elevator door dinged, then opened. We stepped in together, his palm on the small of my back. A tight sensation wrapped around my lungs. I didn’t want to leave Philadelphia without having Bas. I needed him to know I wanted him.
“Bas?” I met his gaze bravely, my heart drumming and pulse throbbing between my legs.
“Hmmm?” His shoulders were relaxed. His eyes were hungry on me. But he refused to make a move. Then his words from our first date came back to me.
I want your lips, your pussy, and your body because you want to give it, Wynter. Not because you want to repay a debt.
Maybe I hadn’t explicitly told him I wanted him and he was waiting for that. I stepped into his space and took his tie between my fingers. He always seemed to wear a three-piece-suit. I remembered hearing Killian joke about the Italians and their three-piece-suits.
Rising to my tiptoes, I pressed my lips to his jawline, the stubble rough against my lips. My insides shuddered with delight. I loved feeling his hard chest against my body. His spicy scent. I inhaled a deep breath of his scent. He smelled so good. Nobody would ever smell as good as him.
I kissed a line down his throat, growing dizzy from his smell.
“I want you,” I breathed out my admission. “So much that I ache for you.”
He stilled, his gaze heavy and dark. It burned, as if I stood in front of a fireplace, the flames licking my skin, threatening to burn me alive. And still, I was unable to move, letting the fire consume me.
Then in one swift move, he grabbed the back of my neck and his mouth pressed on mine. He kissed me deep and slow, setting my body aflame. Hot desire burned through my body as I pressed myself against his. His kiss was all-consuming and my hands wrapped around him.
He pulled away and I whimpered my protest.
“Bas, please,” I moaned, leaning forward.
“Not here,” he rasped, his eyes burning coals. The elevator door dinged, his arm around my waist, as we rushed into our suite.
The second we entered, a soft gasp tore through me as I glanced around the room mesmerized.
The whole suite was decorated with red and white roses, and candles flickering, giving the entire room a romantic feel.
“Who… what-” I couldn’t form a question.
“Our first time together will be special, Wynter Star.” His words sent warmth through my body, they burned in my chest and made my heart race. I loved this guy. Whether it was a crush or true love, he made me happy. He made me feel alive.
We stood eye to eye; his lips so close to mine, I could feel his hot breath fanning my lips. I had fallen under Bas’ spell and nothing could pull me away.
My fingers roamed over the fabric of his three-piece-suit, feeling his muscles beneath. I took a step backwards, my fingers gripping his jacket and he followed. Another step back. He followed again.
“No matter where you go, Wynter,” he rasped. “I’ll always follow.”
My chest swelled. I learned not to let my emotions show over the years. My mother always said it was unbecoming. It showed weakness to the world. Yet, at this very moment, my emotions were so strong, tears stung the back of my eyes.
I had never wanted anyone or anything as much as I did this man. Figure skating included. Nothingevermatched the intensity of these feelings.
It scared me and thrilled me at the same time. We had barely gotten started and I felt so much for him.
“Bas?”
His mouth touched mine and my eyes fluttered closed, inhaling his scent deep into my lungs. When his mouth tugged on my lower lip gently, I moaned my approval. Then we kissed, hungry and desperate. Our hot, needy breaths mingling.
The kiss stopped too quickly. “Yes.”
My fingers tangled into his hair, tugging him closer to me. I needed him like the desert needed water.