Page 110 of Before I Loved You

“No.” She pushes her long, dark hair over her shoulder. “I was just thinking, maybe we could get a room upstairs.”

I smirk. “You in a hurry?”

She nods, rising on her tiptoes. “You have no idea.”

Her soft lips ghost over mine, giving me a tiny taste of what’s to come, igniting an inferno within me.

“Let’s get out of here.” I straighten, leave a bill on the counter to cover the drinks, take her hand in mine, and lead us directly to the lobby. “One room,” I request, quickly placing my card on the counter for the man standing behind it. He takes it and types on his computer before suddenly freezing. His eyes widen, recognition crossing his face from the name on my credit card.

Fuck.

“Hey, you’re—”

“We’re in a bit of a hurry.” I hold the girl’s hand, keeping her against my side. She has no idea who I am, and I intend to keep it that way.

The man nods, thankfully taking my hint, then tells us our room number, dropping a key card in my hand.

Walking into the room, we both look around. It’s nothing special. There’s a bed, a bathroom, and a TV.

I find myself wishing I had taken her somewhere nicer for her birthday.

“Well, it’s not the Taj Mahal, but I like it.” She shrugs and walks up to the wall-sized window overlooking the city. “Wow,” she admires. “Okay, I really like it.”

The moon outlines her features in a subtle glow.

She’s the epitome of beauty.

And she’s mine. For tonight, anyway.

I snake my arm around her waist, and my large hand splays out over her stomach, holding her flush to my chest. She molds into my body like she was made for me. And me alone.

“What do you say we make this a birthday you never forget?” I ask.

“I like the way you think, big guy.”

I smirk at the nickname. “Oh, baby girl, just wait until you see how big I am.” My lips glide over her shoulder, sending shivers down her spine.

“Promises. Promises,” she whispers, tilting her head over her shoulder.

Our eyes connect, neither of us looking away.

The electricity pulses in the air between us.

I want her so fucking badly, I can’t wait another second.

So I don’t.

My lips crash with hers in a hungry, ravenous kiss.

She lets out a whimper that goes straight to my cock like a bolt of lightning. Her body begins shifting around to face me, but I stop her, placing my hands firmly on her hips.

“Hands on the window.”

Her breath catches as she looks at me with those damn big eyes, but then quickly obeys my demand.

I grip her hips to pull her into me and press my hard cock against her ass, which she wiggles beside impatiently.

“Patience.” I let my hand travel down her stomach. “I need to get you ready for me first.”

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