Page 51 of The Wedding Deal
He’d listened. He was kind. He cared if she played football with him, and more than that, if she caught a pass.
If she went to his room tonight, she was sure he would take care of her in more than one way, and that thought sealed the deal.
No more hesitation.
Except to rush into the bathroom, brush her teeth, and add an extra swipe of deodorant and spritz of perfume. She pulled her dress from her body, double-checking she had on her sexiest bra. The panties matched, too. Might as well take advantage of that, because it didn’t happen all that often.
“Taking a night off from being responsible,” she muttered as she exited her room. “Blowing off some steam. I deserve that.”
I deserve a night of amazing sex, too.
It felt a bit naughty to be sneaking down the hallway so late, and that amped her up even more.
Once she reached Lance’s room, she lifted her fist to knock.
But before she could follow through, the door swung open, and Lance nearly bumped into her as he stepped into the hallway. He caught her shoulders, double-checking she was steady, but with his hands on her, she was anything but. “I was just coming to see you,” he said.
“You were going to walk all the way down the hallway and everything?”
A devastating smile spread across his ridiculously handsome face. “For the right woman, I might walk downtwohallways.”
“But then you’d miss my room, because I’m not that far, and—”
He tugged her through the open doorway, into his room. “You can never just take a compliment, can you?”
“It’s my curse to bear. That and, you know, rule-following.”
“And how are you feeling about that last one right now? If you’ve changed your mind, all you have to do is say the word. We can just sit and talk. Order room service…” His gaze ran down the length of her body, and his throat worked a swallow. “But to be clear, I really want to kiss you again. I just need to know if it’s what you want.”
“I can say with 100 percent certainty that I want you to kiss me again.” Her exhale came out shaky, equal parts nerves and excitement. “That I want to finish what we started on the dance floor.”
Lance flipped the second lock and flattened a palm by the side of her head. “Then brace yourself.” He lowered himself onto her, his large body pinning her to the door. “I’m about to violate every section of the handbook.”
For one torturous eternity he froze like that, and then his lips descended on hers. Unlike in the club, he kissed her slower this time, as if he were memorizing and savoring every nip and lick.
His hand slid up her side, grazing her hip, her breast. He plunged his other hand into her hair, fisting it and jerking her head to the side so he could kiss the column of her neck.
A whimper escaped as she arched against him, needing that friction that’d set her on fire at the club. He reached down, hooked his hand under her knee, and brought it up and over his hip. It lined her core up with his erection, and a groan rumbled deep in his throat as she rolled her hips. He peppered kisses along her collarbone, up to her jaw, across to that spot right under her ear that made her moan. Back to her lips.
She threw herself fully into the kiss, tangling her tongue with his. He growled into her mouth, sending her spiraling that much higher.
His hand skimmed up the thigh of the leg she had around him, his thumb snagging the fabric and yanking her skirt higher. She bucked against him as he skated the pad over the spot where her inner thigh met her panties.
The next stroke was over her center and tipped her toward frantic madness. She looped her arms around his neck and climbed his massive frame, wrapping both legs around his waist. He moved both hands to her butt, hefting her fully into his arms before spinning them around and carrying her toward the bedroom.
He lowered her to her feet, and when she made a noise of protest, he said, “Patience.”
“I don’t have any of that.” Proper, filtered responses had fled her brain after he’d so thoroughly kissed and groped her. The only thing left was pure unadulterated need, the kind that consumed and conquered.
“Me neither,” Lance said, his voice rough. “But I’m going to do my best to find some, because I want to take my time with you.”
Fire licked at her, twisted up her core.
“Now spin around.”
She wanted to protest again, but her tongue was too tied and there was something hot about his demand, andholy shitshe was in trouble in the best possible way.
As soon as she did as instructed, he wrapped an arm around her and pulled her back against his chest, his erection lined up with her ass. Since he was having his fun, she pushed against it, grinning when he groaned.
