The car ride is unbearable. I keep to my side, staring out the window, but the desire pulses between us. Heat is suffusing my entire body, flooding my core. Every breath, every minute shift of Austin’s body, and I feel it, everywhere.
Who knew that riding in a car without speaking or touching could feel like the best foreplay of my life?
The song switches to one that I’m almost certain was on the Fifty Shades of Gray soundtrack. Honestly, universe? Kill me now. I keep my face turned to the window like my life depends on it, though I can feel Austin’s awareness of me as distinctly as I’d hear sound.
My right hand rests by my side, and Austin traces a finger against my pinky like a question.
Oh God.
A shiver rolls through me. I answer by sliding my hand closer. His whole palm slips over mine, warm and wide, and he laces our fingers together. It feels—perfectly, miserably—like the grasp of lovers’ hands in bed. Austin knows that. He has to know that’s how it feels.
I rest my head against the seat, finally gathering the courage to glance over at him.
He’s staring straight back at me, eyes dark in the flash of headlights on the highway.
The fire in my blood thickens. This is unbearable, so erotic, I think I might scream. Neither of us say a word all the way back to the hotel. Our hands remain linked, and we just… Look.
Is this really happening?
A part of me is freaking out at the force of my desire right now. But a bigger, hornier part is practically drooling in anticipation.
Because I’ve never wanted a man half as badly as I want Austin right now. It feels like a tidal wave of desire is bearing down on the both of us, and God, I want to feel it hit.
We reach the hotel, and I manage to stumble out of the car. We walk silently through the lobby, and outside, down the twisting dark pathway leading to our rooms. It diverges, leading off in two directions, and we pause. Austin’s room is one way, mine is in the other direction.
Austin clears his throat, his voice low and husky in the moonlight. “Listen, Jenn…”
I brace myself. He’s going to bail now, just take it all back and leave me in this weak-kneed state of pure longing.
But when he meets my eyes, the lust in his expression is so fierce, it sends a new wave of heat rolling through me. “You said you wanted to be professional,” he says, flexing his hands at his sides, and I realize, he’s trying to be a gentleman here. Respect what I wanted.
Could this guy get any hotter?
Austin continues. “You said… You wanted to keep boundaries—”
I can’t take any more of his seductive chivalry. I lunge, throwing my arms around him, and cutting him off with a kiss.
And there it is.
Austin lets out a low groan against my mouth, and damn, all bets are off. His hands slide around my waist, crushing me against him, kissing me passionately. The feeling that’s been building between us finally explodes in a delicious clash of lips and limbs. All the things we thought about in the car—they’re communicated in every desperate kiss and grind.
I pull away, already mindless, “Take me to your room,” I gasp, shocked by my own boldness. But I’m about ten seconds away from stripping naked and throwing myself down in the dirt begging him to fuck me now.
Austin groans again. “Thank fucking God.”
We stumble toward his villa, unable to keep our hands off each another. Every few yards, we get distracted by making out again. I only had one cocktail, but my head is spinning like I downed a dozen shots.
Austin unlocks his door, one arm tight around my waist, stealing another kiss as he steers me inside and shoves me back against the door. Damn. I arch up against his taut, muscular body, in heaven. I can feel exactly how hard he is, and I shiver in the anticipation of what comes next. How did I manage to hold off this long? Now that we’ve crossed the line, it feels impossible that we ever existed without touching like this.
More. All I want is more.
Austin presses hot kisses down the curve of my throat and across the curve of my breasts as he rucks up the hem of my dress. I gasp at the hot, pressing urgency.
“Too fast?” he asks, lifting his head to search my face.
“No,” I breathe. “Not even close.”
“Good girl.”
Fuck.
My legs turn to jelly, and I almost slide to the ground, but Austin’s holding me up with his capable hands. He pins me there, and
drops to his knees, lifting my skirt and lightly biting down on the fleshy part of my thigh.
“Goddamn, baby,” he growls against my skin. “Do you know how long I’ve wanted to taste you?”
My head hits the door with a light thunk. I’m dead. I’ve officially died and gone to heaven. There’s no other way to explain how I wound up pinned to the door of a luxury hotel suite, with this Adonis of a man on his knees, muttering fevered compliments as he nudges my thighs apart and tugs my lace underwear down.
“Look at me,” Austin’s breath is hot against me. I chance a glance down at him, and I’m rewarded with the sexiest sight in the world, his head bent almost reverently as he eases my thighs wider and gives me a
teasing lick beneath my navel. “Look at me while I make you moan.”
I can’t take it. I’m wound so tight I whimper as his hands glide higher, parting me. “Oh my God. Please, Austin.”
“Easy, baby.” His tongue nudges gently at my clit, sending ripples of pleasure rushing through me. “Not gonna rush this. Gonna make it last.”
He finally licks up against me, and I just about lose my mind.
“Austin!”
Holy shit, it’s incredible. He suctioned his lips around my clit, tongue dipping inside me, then back to lap in a devastating rhythm. When he slides one finger inside of me, I arch toward him helplessly. “Oh my God. Please, Austin.”
Another finger, and I cry out, wanting even more. When I glance down at him in the watery overhead light, the view takes my breath away.
“Oh my God,” I gasp, as he laps faster. I have to hold on to keep from collapsing, it’s so good. My hands in his hair, clawing at his shoulders as he finds that perfect spot and just keeps licking. He’s being almost gruff, like he can tell this is how I want it—how I need it.
“Don’t stop!” I cry, arching towards his mouth, feeling the sparks curl tighter. Closer. So close… “Oh God, right there. Don’t stop!”
“Never.” He groans against me. “You taste… so fucking… good.”
He curls his fingers inside me, finding some sweet spot, and fuck, I climax, hard, against his mouth and fingers. A scream rips from my mouth, and I swear I lift right off the ground as Austin licks me though it, my body quaking.
Holy hell!
I crumple, reeling, as pure pleasure washes through me.
What the hell just happened? It has never, ever been like this for me before. I try to imagine any other man I’ve dated making me feel like that, and I laugh out loud, giddy with endorphins.
“I take it laughter is a good thing?”
Austin kisses my thighs gently, giving me a moment to recover.
“Oh my God,” I say, covering my face with both hands. Peeking out at him, I feel the heat of embarrassment rising. I was just so far gone in the ecstasy of that.
Great job, Jenn. Go straight from ‘professional colleagues’ to ‘ride his face as you scream his name.’
But, as Austin rises to his feet, it’s obvious that he’s just as turned on by the whole thing. His pants bulge impressively, and just like that, I get my energy back. Fast. I reach for his waistband as he kisses me again.
“That was…” I begin, still breathing hard.
“So fucking hot,” he finishes.
He pulls the dress over my head, leaving me totally naked, and I reach the zipper of his pants. I can’t resist. I stare down at the trail of hair teasing downward, at his truly perfect dick, and yes—the lines of muscle carved out across his hips as he strips his shirt over his head.
Naked, this man is a work of art. I mean it, move over David, carve that dick in marble and put it in a museum. If I am, in fact, dead, then someone up there must seriously love my knitting chops to reward me with this.
Austin pulls me into a fierce kiss, all tongue and teeth, as we stumble toward the bed. I drop back on to the mattress, waiting to feel his weight on top of me. Waiting to feel him hard against me. I’m beyond ready for more.
He pauses, looking at me laying on the bed. Now is usually the moment when I get self-conscious about my body, but he’s staring down at me like I’m a goddess, and fuck, I feel like one, too.
“Don’t move,” he says, warning with one finger. “Stay just like that.”
He takes two steps to the dresser, rummaging in his washbag. There’s enough of a pause that I have a second to panic. Austin’s a former pro athlete. I’m sure he’s certainly slept with girls who have, like, tricks in the bedroom. Many girls, probably. With many tricks! I don’t have anything like that.
But what I do have is genuine, madwoman desire for this man to fuck me senseless. It’ll have to do.
Austin returns with a condom, rolling it on with firm strokes. The easy way he touches himself makes me whimper as he finally joins me on the bed, covering my body with his.
Yes!
I arch up, claiming his mouth with a greedy kiss, and then his hands are on me again, massaging my ass with firm strokes, plucking at my stiff nipples and then ducking his head to lick and tease them until I’m gasping. God, I could explore this man all day, tracing over his hot skin, feeling his body flinch and groan. He’s hard against me, and I reach for him, palming the thick length of his cock until Austin tears away, wild-eyed.
“Not gonna last,” he warns me.
“So don’t.”
I pull him down again so we’re on our sides, wrapping my legs around his waist in a blatant invitation that Austin doesn’t hesitate to accept. He
finds my entrance and pushes into me, groaning deep in his throat.
Fuck. It’s thick and deep and perfect, and when he gives me that last inch, I moan in pleasure, immediately arching my hips.
Taking him all the way to the hilt.
“Jenn,” he curses, voice strangled in pleasure, and damn, I feel it everywhere. His hand finds my nipple, pinching right as he thrusts into me again. This time, I cry out at the delicious friction. I buck against him, wanting more, already mindless for this man. This moment.
He thrusts again, his hands tracing my body appreciatively. Then he grips my ass hard, right as he goes deep, and to my surprise, I feel my body tighten again. “Oh my God, I’m—I’m close,” I blurt, and he manages a chuckle.
“Don’t sound so surprised. You can be damn sure, baby, I’m going to get you there, every time.”
The way the casual endearment rolls off his tongue is hot as hell.The heat builds, sharper inside me, and I can’t believe it.
I just came minutes ago, and now this slow grind is going to send me over the edge again? I’d be embarrassed except that Austin looks at me hungrily, then finally flips me onto my back. He draws me knees up at the just the angle he needs—that we both need.
I reach my hands up to brace against the headboard, and Austin tilts his head at me, smiling. He’s teasing me, and I laugh a little in reply. Yes, I did just position myself in anticipation of getting—how did Millie put it?—absolutely railed.
“Stop teasing,” I gasp, clenching around him.
Austin gives me another heavy-lidded, lustful look. “And what?” he teases, reaching down between us to tease my clit.
I look back at him, not blinking. “Fuck me. Hard.”
His eyes widen at my bluntness, but his surprise is quickly replaced with a flash of pure possession. He grips my wrists with one hand, bracing himself above me, and drives inside me, hard enough to make my body shake.
God, yes.
I cry out in pleasure, arching up to meet him as we find the perfect rhythm. Again and again, he thrusts deep, and I yell his name with every hard stroke, loving it. I’m louder than I have possibly ever been in my life, spiraling upward. All conscious thought is gone for me. It’s just sensation as my body hurtles towards my climax.
“Yes! Yes!”
The bed is shaking, I’m screaming the place down, and then Austin’s voice is growling, filthy in my ear. “Come for me, baby. I need to feel this sweet pussy go off.”
He slams into me again, and I break. My climax rips through me in a blaze of ecstasy, so sharp I could scream.
So I do.
Austin pumps again, once, twice, and then shudders, coming with a string of muttered curses that sound half like a plea, half prayer. He collapses, managing to roll us so I’m not crushed under his weight, as we lay there, both totally spent.
I have no words.
I don’t know how long passes, I’m pretty much laying there in a blissed-out daze, when finally Austin lifts himself on one elbow and gives me a lazy kiss.
“So, that was even better than I have imagined, and I have imagined that… in pretty specific detail, many times.”
“Same,” I tell him, still breathless. “And I know how you feel about data. So, to be clear, that was ten out of ten, ‘strongly agree’ for me.”
He laughs. “Data, huh? Talk dirty to me.”
I smile, then I remember something. “Wait… This felt a lot like a ravishing to me.”
“Yes ma’am.” Austin playfully slaps my ass.
“Just like Madame Odette saw in my cards! What do you think, is she the real deal?”
“Ha,” Austin laughs. “Real observant, that’s all. She saw I was barely restraining myself around you.”
He sits up, yawning. “I’m gonna need some food before round two. Room service?”
“Now you’re the one talking dirty,” I tease.
He grabs the phone and orders half the menu—including an ice cream sundae. “I know all about your sweet tooth,” he says, hanging up and giving me another kiss, this one slow and sensual.
I melt against him, and the kiss deepens, Austin’s hands smoothing slowly over my body, stroking heat back into my blood again.
When I arch closer, I can feel him, rock hard all over again.
“Wow,” I smirk. “I’d heard about the stamina of athletes, but I’ve got to say… I’m impressed.”
“Baby, I haven’t even gotten started impressing you yet,” Austin promises with a wicked glint in his eye.
I blush. I’ve never been so attracted to a man. But I’ve also never felt so attractive to a man, either.
It’s intoxicating.
“The room service will be here soon,” I remind him breathlessly, as his hand slips between my legs again.
“I’m a fast worker,” Austin says, kissing me again.
And I decide to let him prove it.