Page 28 of A Valentine's Day Gift
Chapter Eight
Ally waited for Vinny to check them in, pacing the hotel foyer and wondering what the hell was wrong with her. Why couldn’t she relax? Just because she hadn’t been with a man in years. She and William had stopped having sex years before the divorce. She hadn’t cared at the time; now she did because this time with Vinny felt like much more of a big deal than she wanted it to be. The more she told herself to relax, the more nervous she got. And Vinny, he was a big man. Big, big, big. And she was not at all.
And she was so out of practice and her scar had repulsed William and Vinny was acting like this was no big deal at all!
He crossed to her, plastic key card in hand, a small duffel bag over his shoulder. She had a large wheeled suitcase because she couldn’t decide on clothes or shoes. She’d also tucked a plastic bag with a can of mixed nuts, snack-sized bags of potato chips, and a pack of Oreos for their picnic in her suitcase. Basic minibar stuff at a much cheaper price. She focused on that. A fun picnic was much easier to think about than sex.
“All set,” he said. “Two nights.”
She shouldn’t have agreed to the entire weekend. One night would’ve been plenty. What if they were completely incompatible in bed? What were they going to do the second night?
She lagged behind him on the way to the elevator. He was whistling a cheerful tune. She wanted to smack him. How dare he act so happy when he should be just as worked up as she was. This was a big deal. The first time for both of them in years. Only the second man she’d ever been with, and he’d said she was the second woman for him.
This was a HUGE deal!
She stepped into the elevator with him along with a couple of other people. She stared straight ahead.
“We’re fourth floor,” Vinny told her.
“Mmm-hmm.”
There were five floors. They reached the fourth, and she stepped out first, waiting for him. He held up the key card and gestured in the direction of the room.
“Nice place,” he said as they walked down the thick carpet. “We have a balcony with a view of the garden.”
“Yup,” she said, her lips popping with the sound. Weird. She could barely feel her lips.
He stopped at their hotel door, opened it and took her suitcase from her, bringing their stuff inside. She took a deep breath and followed him in. His broad back was to her as he set the luggage on the far side of the room.
“Are you hungry?” she asked. Her appetite had fled the moment she’d packed her suitcase.
He turned, stalking toward her, towering over her, dark intent in his eyes.
She gulped, backing up a step. “Vinny?”
He didn’t reply, stopping in front of her, his gaze colliding with hers for one hot moment before his arm banded around her waist, pressing her tight against him, his lips crashing down on hers. A hot rush of desire shot through her. His big hand cupped the back of her head, and then he was backing her up against the wall, his mouth hard and demanding, lifting her leg and grinding against her as he plundered her mouth. She ignited, a low moan ripped from her throat, lifting her hips to meet him.
His hands were everywhere at once, cupping her breasts, down her sides, her bottom, never breaking the connection, his mouth devouring hers, and then he lifted her, shifting himself firmly between her legs, and she wrapped her arms and legs around his big body. He ground into her again and hit just the right spot. Her head dropped back, and his mouth went to her neck, his teeth scraping against her. She’d never felt like this before, sensations flooding her, her mind clouded. He sucked on her neck, hard, as he ground against her over and over, the intensity too much, hot and tight. She exploded with a sharp cry, stunned by the rush of it, and then all of her relaxed.
He lifted his head and grinned. “Nice.” He set her on her feet and steadied her for a moment before he stroked a finger down the side of her neck. “You’re gonna have a hickey.”
“My first.”
He flashed a wolfish smile and then yanked off her shirt. His fingers sure and superfast, the bra went next, then her pants. She was too relaxed to care, her eyes nearly closed, drenched in a pleasure far too long denied. Her panties went down next.
He ran his hands down her sides. “Beautiful.”
She looked up at him, all tension gone. “Make love to me.”
His hand slid between her legs, and her knees buckled. He spoke against her lips. “That’s the plan.”
She pulled at his shirt and he stepped back, pulling it off himself. She gazed in awe at his massive muscles, all from physical labor, not sculpted at the gym. From the bulge of his shoulders and biceps to his chest with some dark hair leading down his flat stomach to another bulge in his jeans.
She reached for the button on his jeans. “Take it all off.”
He held her hands in his and gave her a sexy smile. “Not yet. I want to get you off.”
“You did.”
