Page 47 of Second Go-Round

Chapter 21

Christine

A quick scan of the bedroom revealed it sat empty, and I couldn’t hear anyone else breathing over the quiet music drifting from the area straight ahead. Light shone down dimly from above the bed like a beacon in the darkness, drawing me forward.

Moth to a flame.

I’d mentally prepared my buzzed brain for the scorching fire that would without doubt erupt inside the hotel room, but my need for dick and the promise of a man who knew how to use his ended up trumping all other thoughts.

I wanted Jarod—at least, I admitted to my body’s desire.

My heart was another matter altogether. Pushing against that strange attachment, that deep-seated yearning for promises of forever, roses, and sharing pillow talk, I stepped quietly into the room, allowing the door to click shut behind me.

Wishing to stay in the moment and enjoy my fantasy come to life to the fullest, I slipped off my heels and quietly placed my small purse on the countertop outside the bathroom. My focus still on the large bed and its pale coverlet and plump pillows, I moved deeper into the darkness.

Awareness skittered over my skin. In my periphery, I could see a man sitting in the far, shadowed corner facing me. Making a note of blond hair, I took a couple more steps, thinking Jarod waited for me somewhere inside the bedroom area I couldn’t see from my vantage point.

Warmth caressed my backside for a split second before a recognizable citrus cologne flooded my senses.

“Happy birthday, sweet girl,” Jarod murmured against the skin beneath my ear as his body pressed along my back. His hot breath made the hairs on my nape rise, and I fought to stay upright as a small moan passed my lips.

“Thank you,” I managed as my heart raced in anticipation and fear alike.

I’d forgotten how potent his presence was, how his warmth, his touch, enticed me to submit to his every whim. I tensed to run as the fight or flight instinct kicked in, but Jarod slid the sheath’s strap off my shoulder, sending my dress floating down to pool around my ankles, leaving me in nothing but my thong.

The man on the chair shifted.

“Christine…” Jarod groaned my name while running his large hands down my arms, back over the curve of my ass, and around to my rib cage. Filling them with the heaviness of my breasts, he lifted them as though in offering to our shadowed observer.

Electrical current swept through to my clit as Jarod pinched my pebbled nipples and pressed his very naked body against my backside. I fought the need to arch as the hard ridge of his cock fit against the crack of my ass cheeks.

“So damn beautiful,” he whispered, his lips nipping at my lobe as he thumbed over my suddenly aching nipples. Shockwaves rippled down between my thighs.

I gasped, twitching in his hold and yet sagging at the same time.

“So responsive,” he murmured, sending a complete body shiver through my system.

His hands followed the path still tingling from chest to thighs where he cupped my core in his firm grip. He had to feel how wet I already was through the thin material separating our skin “I need to taste this heavenly bit of flesh,” he whispered in my ear, my eyelids fluttering shut. “Do you want it slow and torturous or hard and fast?”

Jarod’s murmured words along my neck slammed memories of our last time together through my brain, weakening my knees. “I-I don’t care. I just need to come.” I sounded like a breathless porn whore desperate for the hard cock grinding against my ass.

Rather than pressing his fingers into me and bringing me to climax right there on the spot, Jarod stepped back, leaving me cold.

I turned my head, needing to see his face.

Undeniable need poured from his dark eyes, and fuck my heart for wanting to lay itself on a platter for him to devour. He palmed my cheek, that damn soft pad of his thumb reeling my mind as it smoothed back and forth over my cheekbone.

“Christine…”

I pressed a hand against his bare chest until he blinked the desire to make love to my mouth from his stare.

“No kissing,” I whispered.

He shut down, all trace of emotion dissolved from his face. I recognized the impersonal gaze he’d given me before fucking my ass while I’d bent over my kitchen island. “If that’s your wish.”

“It is.”

“Do I have permission to kiss you elsewhere?” he asked, hand sliding around my hip, fingers dipping inside my panties to slide through my wetness.

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