Page 7 of Fumbled Love

With shaky hands,I slipped the key card into the lock. The second we stepped inside the suite, I spun her around and pressed her against the wall.

The room was dark, with only a sliver of light coming from the window. Yet, the flush in her cheeks that spread down to her neck was as clear as day. Fuck, I never wanted to worship a throat so badly in my life.

“Tell me you want this.”

Her gaze held mine, and all I could think was she was so damned beautiful. “I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t.”

“I’m just making sure we understand each other.” My gaze raked over her body. “I’m also going to need you to confirm that whatever happens in this room will stay private,” I explained as gently as possible. I wasn’t trying to be an asshole, but I couldn’t take any unnecessary risks.

“Trust me, the last thing I want is to end up in the tabloids as one of your cleat chasers.”

Her snark turned me on. Normally, women whimpered and bowed down at my feet. Not this little spitfire.

Bringing my mouth to her ear, I whispered, “You act like being associated with me would be a bad thing.”

“I’m pretty sure any decision concerning you would be bad for me.”

I ran my nose along her neck, inhaling her scent. It was light and peachy, and I wanted to devour her on the spot. “Stop acting like there is anyone else you’d rather be bad with.”

She seemed to get a kick out of pushing my buttons. I didn’t understand why and it annoyed me that I wanted to figure out why.

“Did it ever occur to you that you might be my second choice? Maybe it was the hot bartender who I had my eye set on.”

I wasn’t the jealous type, but I didn’t like how he looked at her. Every time he would call her beautiful, she would smile and blush, and I wanted to take the martini glass he kept refilling and shove it down his throat.

I moved my hand up her thigh, keeping a firm grip. “You know what I think?” I slid my hand up a little farther until it reached her panties. “I think you want me just as bad as I want you.”

Her lips were plump and perfect, practically begging for mine. So, I took that as an opening and brought my mouth to hers. Everything about this woman was hard and soft. From the way her hands gently tangled in my hair to how she gripped my shoulders to pull me closer.

Our tongues stroked and moved in perfect rhythm as if we’d kissed a thousand times before. I roamed her body with my hands, splaying my hand along the width of her hips. I wanted her naked and writhing underneath me. I wanted to taste every inch of her and savor every damn second.

I pushed her jacket off her shoulders. Her eyes met mine, and I worked a deep swallow down my throat. I studied her and contemplated why I worked so hard to get her here tonight. There was this inexplicable pull that kept me from walking away. Because she sure as hell gave me plenty of reasons to.

She was immune to my fame, something I rarely encountered. Perhaps that was why I was all twisted up inside. There had to be a reason, I thought as my eyes flickered across hers as if I was expecting her to know the answer.

She was, without a doubt, attractive with her blond hair, blue eyes, and a body that looked like it was made to sin, but that wasn’t enough.

“I don’t know what it is about you, or what you’re doing to me.” I pulled her hair back gently with one hand and cradled her jaw with the other. “But you’re driving me crazy. You have me tied up in knots. I don’t usually want for anything, but I want you so bad it physically hurts.”

“I bet you say that to all the girls,” she said, kicking her jacket that landed on the floor to the side.

She’d been taunting me all night, and I would pay her back by ruining her for anyone who came after me. She would remember this night. I would make sure of it. I squeezed her ass, roaming my hands along her curves and stopping at her opening.

“You’re not a girl.” I inched my hand into her panties and slipped my fingers underneath the fabric. “You are all woman.” I kissed the column of her neck and pressed my arousal against her heat. She clawed at my shoulders when I slammed my mouth down on hers. The little sounds she made every time my stubbled chin scraped against her cheek only spurred me on. She could kiss. That was for damn sure. It had me questioning if she was as innocent as she claimed to be because she either had a lot of fucking practice or she was a natural.

“On your knees, sweetheart.” Was I testing her? Damn, right I was, and I wanted to see if my instincts about her were right.

She smirked, accepting my challenge. There was no missing the mischief in her eyes as we breathed each other in. My eyes flickered down to her mouth, and a whole list of confusing emotions raged within me.

Need. Want. Lust. And something indescribable swirled inside me.

My blood heated as she lowered herself to the plush carpet and brought her fingers to my zipper. I hissed out a breath as she slowly undid my fly. She licked her lips and studied the outline of my dick like she couldn’t wait to see it.

“You keep looking at me like that, and this will be over before we even start.” I shoved my pants down, stripped my boxers off, and let my cock spring free. The hitch in her breath went straight to my swollen head. I brushed her hair to the side so I could see her face. “You’re beautiful.”

“So are you,” she said, glancing up quickly and staring into my eyes.

“I can’t say I’ve ever been called that before.”

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