Page 24 of Winter Glam in Amsterdam

Yet I can’t bring myself to stop.

Tanner

As soon as the elevator doors close behind us, I crowd her against the cold metal wall and she melts against me, like her body was made to fit mine.

My eyes fixate on her lip that she's pulled between her teeth and her long eyelashes flutter, breath hitching and eyes glossy with heat.

"I’m serious, Tanner," she whispers, leaning in closer to snake her arm past me to press the button for my floor. "I'm a one-night kind of girl."

"I heard you," I say, my voice just above a whisper, grinning when she shudders at the sound of my voice. “And trust me, I’ll make this night so unforgettable you’ll be begging me for more.”

I bridge the gap between us, capturing her lips in another heated kiss. As she lifts herself onto her tiptoes, she buries her fingers in my hair, fingertips digging into my scalp as she melts into the kiss.

And suddenly, the elevator door dings and we break the kiss, heavy breaths mingling as we stare at each other while the heavy metal doors open. Glancing at the little screen above the floor buttons, I realize we’ve reached mine.

"Thank God, for a second I thought someone was joining us," I say with a chuckle and take her hand, pulling her into the deserted hallway with me, the sound of our steps muffled by the thick carpet as we make our way to my room. The melodic sound of her giggle as she almost has to jog to keep up with my quick strides goes straight to my cock, my fingers itching with the urge to peel her out of her clothes and have her writhing in pleasure at my hands.

I fumble with the keycard, distracted by her hands sneaking under my shirt and the heat of her stare fixated to my face as she impatiently watches me trying to find the right way to hold the card to unlock my door, a little happy hum coming from her throat at the soft click of the door unlocking.

Once inside, I try to fumble it into the key card slot so we can have some light, but after barely a second I give up, way too impatient as her hands are already grabbing my coat, all but tearing it down my shoulders.

"Well, I don't think we need lights for what's about to happen after all.” I chuckle and grab her hands, pulling her so close to me that not even a sheet of paper would fit between the two of us.

For a moment, we look at each other wordlessly, catching our breaths. Fuck, she’s so pretty. An orange glow from the streetlamps illuminates the side of her face, making her seem ethereal, like an entity straight from my wildest dreams.

Slowly, I lift her hand to my face and press a kiss into her palm, watching as her cheeks darken. Fuck, I can’t wait to make her blush even more.

Reaching for that oversized thing she’s calling a scarf, I gently unravel it from around her neck, carefully draping it on one of the hooks by my door. Then I help her out of her jacket, all urgency suddenly gone.

I don’t want her just for a fuck. I want to worship her, bring her so much pleasure that all she can picture when she pleasures herself after this night is my face and my voice in her ear.

"We've got the whole night," I whisper with a grin, gently cradling her face in my hands. "No need to rush."

Her lips pull into a tiny smile.

"You have a lot more patience than I do, Tanner," she whispers, her hands finding the hem of my sweatshirt. But then her toneturns serious. "Don't look at me like you intend to make love." She pulls it up along with my shirt, right over my head, and I let them fall to the ground at our feet. "Because we both know that's not what's going to happen here tonight."

My heart races as my eyes search her face, finding her jaw set and resolve written all over it.

"Okay." I shrug and lean down, not denying it. She wants it more heated? Not a problem.

I snake my arms around her, and three seconds later, she's on my bed, the air rushing from her lungs in an amused squeak as her back hits the mattress.

"Holy shit," she curses under her breath, and I lean in right next to her ear for a deep chuckle.

"Does that suit your style more?" I ask with a grin as she trails her fingers up my bare sides, leaving a tingling trace on my skin.

"Eh," she says, teasing me by increasing the pressure as she traces her fingertips down my shoulders, sending a shiver down my spine. “You’re on the right track.”

"You know, you’re still wearing way too many clothes for what I want to do to you." I grin and pull her up by the collar of her sweatshirt, until she's in a seated position.

“Then you should change that,” she whispers, and I grab the hem of her sweatshirt, pulling it off along with the long-sleeved and regular shirt she’s wearing underneath for warmth. A satisfied hum forms in my throat when my fingertips finally feel her warm skin beneath.

“Fuck it,” I whisper and lean down, pulling her into a kiss as my hands fumble with the button of her jeans, trying to open it while her hands are fighting with my belt.

I break the kiss, long enough to pull the jeans and leggings underneath off her legs, then jump up to pull my jeans and boxers off, kicking them aside.

"Now that's more my style," she whispers with a seductive smirk, reaching behind her back to unhook her bra, slowly revealing her perfect breasts.

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