Page 120 of Hayden's Stalker

The Sweep

“Hayden?I’m coming in to check the room, okay?” Tati calls out from the bedroom door in my hotel suite.

“Sure,” I call back from the bathroom, where I’m currently shaving my face.

It’s been a week since we had our discussion on the tour bus. Everything’s gone back to our regular ‘normal,’ where we flirt and are friendly, but nothing else has changed.

I feel even more in love with her, and I have no idea what to do about it. I don’t want to push her into something she’s so clearly determined not to want, but at the same time, every cell in my body screams to be with her.

“I’m coming in,” she warns me from the door as she cracks it open.

I’m completely aware that I have nothing on except for the towel around my waist covering my semi-hard cock. She looks as sexy as ever in jeans and a shirt with her hair braided around her head.

I take one last swipe of my face with the razor, rinse it in the basin, and set it down before I smile at her in the mirror.

“Hey, Tati,” I greet her before splashing my face with water.

I dry my face with a towel, then stand upright and lean against the countertop as I look at her. I rake my gaze over her body and wish she was wearing a lot less as well.

“Hi there, Hayden. Just doing my sweep of the room.”

She doesn’t move, though, and it’s incredibly intimate having her with me in the bathroom after I’ve just showered. I want her to stay. Hell, I want to do so much more than that as she looks back at me with obvious arousal in her expression.

“I barely ever see you with your hair down,” I tell her in a low voice.

She raises her eyebrows at me and shrugs. “I always braid it when I’m working so that it’s out of the way and can’t be used against me in a potential fight.”

“Do you think that you need it up around me?” I’m amused by this because I can imagine her hair wrapped around my fist, but we wouldn’t be fighting, that’s for sure.

She bites her lip as she looks at me, and my cock jerks as the air around us crackles with sexual tension.

“Maybe,” she says in a husky voice.

I want her. I want her so badly that I can barely breathe from the desire that courses through me, and I move slowly toward her.

“Hayden…” she says in a warning tone.

“I know that you can stop me if you want to.”

I need this. I need it more than I need to take the shallow breaths of air that I can manage to take right now. At the same time, I would never want to do anything that Tati didn’t want.

“Stop me, Tati.”

There’s no fear that she will, though. For once, her expression doesn’t close over as I come close to her. Instead, she meets my gaze, her desire, and arousal as blatantly obvious as my own.

When I stop mere inches from her, she tilts her face up to look at me, and I keep looking into her beautiful eyes as I reach forward to remove the pins from her braid. It comes loose as I place each pin on the vanity, and when the braid falls, I revel in seeing her hair down.

I use both hands to reach behind her head and remove the elastic at the end of her braid before I start to pull it apart. The pleasure of releasing her hair is immense, and our breathing is loud, echoing around the room as I do it.

I feel Tati move her head forward before her soft, warm lips kiss my chest, and I lose all rational thinking. I fist my hand in her now loose hair and lean back as I tilt her face up to mine. I lower my head to claim her lips with mine as she reaches her arms up to wrap them around my neck and press herself against me.

My cock is hard against her stomach, and I pray to every higher power known to mankind that she doesn’t stop this because I think I might literally die if she does.

I keep hold of her hair while I kiss her and use my other hand to slide between us and find the waistband of her jeans. I reach into her pants and down to her pussy, reveling when I find her wet and ready for me. I push two fingers into her tight wetness and then pull my hand up to rub her clit.

She moans as I pleasure her, and I break our kiss to ask in a rough voice, “Do you want this, Tati?”

“Yes, I do,” she moans back at me, and that’s all I need to hear.

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