Page 47 of Building Romance
He places a single finger over my lips and I freeze. He steps forward and then again, backing me into the wall beside his doorframe.
“Hollywood, I’ve been wanting to do this for days. I shouldn’t. I should go in that room and shut the door and then leave after tomorrow and go right back to wanting to evaporate your business, but I can’t stop myself any longer. Not anymore,” he says, his lips dangerously close to mine. His eyes search mine for something, maybe approval, consent. Who knows?
I lick my lips and bite the bottom one before I finally speak. “Then, don’t,” I manage.
And that’s all it takes. His lips are on mine, his hands grip my ass and pull me up the wall. I respond with a yelp that only lets his tongue plunder my mouth. Holy shit, this is happening.
I wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. He squeezes me hard against him, pressing us to the wall. His tongue moves against mine. He tastes of the orange frosting and the candied cranberries. I swear he ate as many as we put in the cupcakes.
I feel his erection digging into my belly and I grind my center against it. He groans into my mouth.
Just that little noise has me wanting to rip off all my clothes and then his. I need him in a way I’ve never needed a man before. I don’t understand what’s come over me. Maybe it’s winning. Maybe it’s everything we’ve been through in the last few weeks. Whatever the reason, I start pulling at his shirt.
“Fletch, I need you,” I whisper against his lips.
He pauses and I feel him smile. “You called me Fletch.”
“That’s your name, isn’t it?” I ask, my lips trailing along his five o’clock shadow.
“Well, Cam, it is my name. And I like hearing that version of it from you,” he replies, his head dipping and his mouth leaving a wet trail on my neck. I shiver under his touch.
“The one-bed issue is resolved,” he adds as he walks us into his room, his hands clutching my ass, pressing me against him. “We’re both in here tonight.”
“We’re sharing your bed?” I tease as I nip at his jaw.
“Yes, but there won’t be any sleeping,” he murmurs as he lets me slide down his front.
“Good, ’cause I’m not tired,” I reply with a smirk. He reaches down and yanks my shirt over my head. For a few seconds, we’re a frenzy of removing clothing, pulling and tugging until we’re both naked.
“I knew you’d be perfect,” he says in his deep, gravelly voice as his eyes rove over my body.
I feel goose bumps dot my skin, my body coming to life from his intense gaze. I look over his flawless muscled torso and then my eyes land on his penis and…I freeze. Holy shit! I had no idea Fletcher McDowell was so well-endowed. I swallow because it’s been a few months and the last guy I was with wasn’t small but he also wasn’t this big.
Fletch raises an eyebrow and a full smirk graces his lips. I glare at him and his smirk widens.
“Get your ass over here, Hollywood,” he commands with a crook of his finger.
I swallow hard and step up to him so we are toe to toe.
He cups my face gently in his hands and suddenly my anxiety notches down. I close my eyes and lean into his right hand a little. His thumb brushes gently over my cheek, while the other one combs through my hair, pulling out my hair tie and letting my curly locks fall across my shoulders.
“I love your hair,” he whispers as he leans in and rubs his face along the side of my head and then down to my cheek where he kisses me softly. It feels so unlike him, this gentle, tender man is the exact opposite of the one I expected. How did I gauge him so wrong?
I hesitantly reach out and grasp his dick in my hand, rubbing up and down, a motion that wins me another groan.
“Tanner, get on that bed, right now,” he growls and I shiver once more. His voice when he’s commanding me to do something is so hot.
“Have you ever considered narrating a romance book?” I ask. I step away from him and get on the bed, lying back and slowly spreading my legs. His gaze travels down my body, lingering over my breasts before taking in the intimate folds between my legs.
He keeps his eyes on my sex as he answers, “No, Tanner. I haven’t. But I’ll gladly narrate what I’m about to do to you.”
He positions himself between my legs and I can feel his breath on my sensitive skin that’s already wet with need. “First, I’m going to eat this pretty pussy until you’re begging me to let you come. Then…” He pauses for effect.
“Then, what?” I whisper breathily.
“Then, I’m going to roll a condom on and slide into this…” He trails off again and slowly runs a finger between my folds and then inside me. I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. “Hot, wet, tight perfection. And I’m going to fuck you until you forget that we ever hated each other.”
He looks up at me as if waiting for me to agree to his plans. How could a woman say no to that? I mean, seriously, who would turn this down?
