“It was far from nothing. I know,” I watch his throat as he swallows. He licks his lips and then continues, “I felt it too. That was intense.”
“Yeah,” I whisper. I feel better knowing he felt it too. I shift underneath him and start to raise up, but his hand gently guides me back down.
“Don’t leave. Whatever you’re thinking, don’t go. Stay the night.”
My eyes search his normally playful eyes that are now serious and pleading. I nod and he gives me that mega-watt smile again. Immediately, his eyes turn bright and sparkle with naughty promises. “You still haven’t eaten your dinner. I’m sure room service will be here any minute, so you have to stick around. Besides, it’d be rude to love me and leave me.”
I giggle but stop when I see how he’s staring at me. “What?”
“I love your laugh.” I’m at a loss for words. I feel slightly uncomfortable with how he is watching me. He frowns and says, “Well, don’t stop because I said something.”
“Now it’s weird. I can’t just laugh for no reason.”
“Sure, you can.” Jim then attacks me, his hands tickling me all over.
“Quit!” I beg between fits of laughter. “I swear, I’m going to pee myself!”
If I pee myself right now, I’d die. Jim, on the other hand, thinks this is hilarious and doesn’t let up. To torture me further, he gets on top of me and pins me with his weight. One of his hands tickles me in all my ticklish places, while another hand tickles me in my mostsensitiveof places. “Oh…my…gosh,” I gasp and giggle. I’m so confused with myself right now. “I…will…” I gasp and then squeak out, “hurt you!” I try to kick and punch him because I seriously can’t stand to be tickled. Over our laughter, I can barely hear the knock at the door. “Jim,” I giggle out, “the…door!”
“Room service,” a voice calls out.
He quickly inserts two fingers and presses right where he needs to with his thumb. I gasp as a shock courses through my body. “Coming,” he calls out and winks at me. He jumps off the bed before I can wipe that smug grin off his face with my foot. I take advantage of this opportunity to admire his backside. I used to wonder in history class if those Greek statutes were modeled after real men. Jim definitely could’ve been a model. His ass looks perfectly carved from smooth marble.
“If you want me to answer the door, I suggest you stop eye fucking me…before I crawl back up there and give you your…what are we up to, third? Or is the fourth orgasm of the night?”
I scoff. “Oh, puh-please. I wasn’t even looking at you.You’re so full of yourself.”
He slides his slacks back on with a look, letting me know he knows I’m full of shit, and goes to the door.
My stomach growls when I get a whiff of the delicious aroma coming from the open door. I won’t admit it to Jim, but he really gave me a work out. He comes back to the bed with a tray. I wrap a sheet around me and accept the plate of food he hands me.
“We’re going to eat in bed?” I ask.
Jim unbuttons his slacks and slides them off. Then he unashamedly sits criss-cross next to me, “Yup. Remember, you said you didn’t want to eat in our underwear? So,” he makes a point of looking down at his nudity, “no underwear.”
I bite the inside of my cheek.Smartass.He better be glad he’s so hot and good in bed. I don’t think any woman could put up with him otherwise.
After we finish our main course, Jim takes a spoonful of cheesecake and brings it to my lips. I sigh as the creamy goodness touches my tongue. He watches me, and I know what that sound does to him. I fully intend on picking up where we left off only moments ago—well, not the tickling moment. Although, I can understand now where people might enjoy a little torture with their pleasure. Outside, we can hear the heavy rain hitting the window as the thunder and lightning put on a light and sound show in the distance, and for once, I’m so grateful my flight was canceled. How else would I have ended up in bed while a gorgeous man feeds me cheesecake? I deliberately slide my tongue across my lips slowly, pretending to lick off crumbs. Jim’s eyes burn bright blue and his nostrils flare. I take the spoon from him and offer him a bite. I get another spoonful and bring it close to his lips. I watch as they part, but instead of placing the spoon into his mouth, I whip it around into mine. His eyes widen so much that it’s comical. He releases a low growl. I smirk and dramatically moan.
“Oh! I’m sorry. Did you want some more?”
He takes the box between us and sits it on the nightstand. In an eerily calm, low voice, he whispers, “Oh, I want some more.” I let out a surprised yelp as he grabs my ankles and pulls to where I’m lying flat on my back. “I’m not finished.” He crawls up the bed and licks my thighs. “Not even close.” He licks the other thigh. “You’re a full-course meal. And now it’s timefor the main course.”
The next morning, I stretch and relish the pleasant ache from my worked muscles. Jim wraps his arm around me and nuzzles my neck. It’s nice waking up next to someone and feeling their warmth. It was very nice last night having my body feel cherished. In fact, I’m going to be sore all day from all the cherishing.
Outside, the rain is still coming down heavy. I grab my phone off the table next to the bed.
Lana: Hello? Are you still alive?
Renee: She’s not answering us either because A.) He is a Greek sex god and she’s been struck by his lightning bolt or B.) He was never Greek, just a psycho who lured her away, and we are horrible friends for encouraging her to get laid by a stranger…in the airport.
Lana: Still not answering. JO! Where are you? We’ve literally flown half way across the country and still haven’t heard from you.
Renee: I was just joking…but now I’m nervous. Seriously, Jo, Lana and I are together yet still texting in this group message but we’ve been talking about you. If you don’t answer us, we’re calling the police.
Lana: If you don’t want hotel security or the police to burst through your door and see you naked, message us NOW.
Renee: I’m tempted to call now because I’m pissed off. Answer us! I need to know you’re alive, and if you are—I want details.