Page 50 of Take Hold of Me

Wills

“Such a gentleman.” Her words ring in my ears. If only she knew that I need to calm the fuck down so I don’t jump her as soon as we enter her room. I adjust my cock, trying to bring some much-needed control back into my body. Watching her ass as she climbs the stairs isn’t helping.

I should not be doing this. She is an angel of light, and I’m a harbinger of death. She should be with someone of her caliber, not a nobody gym owner. She’s a supermodel for God’s sake. With an even more beautiful heart.

These thoughts deflate my cock to half-mast. But not my desire to have her, which is all-consuming. She was so responsive to me back on the beach. And her scent—now a musky lavender—has taken up residence inside my body and won’t let go. As soon as I smelled her arousal, I knew I was a goner.

She clears the last landing and waits for me. Which means we will be in her suite inside of two minutes. My cock swells again. Fuck.

I place the keycard onto the security panel and it unlocks. When we enter the deserted hallway, I bury my rationalizations and succumb to the overwhelming need I’ve felt for this woman since we met. Nothing will keep us apart tonight.

At her room’s door, she stops to allow me to open it. After she enters, I offer her one last out before I cross the threshold. “Ems, once I go through this door, that’s it. I’m not going to be able to stop until I’ve had you so many times you might never walk the runway again.”

A shiver runs through her entire body. “Dieu. By all means,entres.” She holds the door open.

Her accent is my final undoing. I walk into the room and close the door, my eyes never leaving hers. They are dilated. For me.

I scan the suite, noting the bedroom. I want her as out of her mind with lust for me as I am for her. I’m so turned on, though, I have to bring her up to speed quickly. I grab her hand and pull, turning so that her back is against the door.

Bracketing her body with mine, I grab both of her arms and bring them above her head, holding them in place with my own. My lips crash down on hers, hotter, deeper than ever before. Her tongue tangles with mine, short-circuiting whatever synapses are left in my brain.

I switch both of her hands into my left hand and run my right downward. Once I reach her tit, I clamp down and squeeze. Although not large, it fits perfectly in my hand.

“Oh,” she says on a moan.

I like that sound. I want to hear it over and over and over. Against hers, my lips tick upward and I break our kiss to nuzzle the soft spot between her neck and shoulder. I’m rewarded with another soft moan.

Leaving her tit, my hand makes its way to her hip and I start to bunch the fabric of her skirt until I have it entirely in my hand. She tries to pull her hands away from my restraining one, but I don’t let her. No. I need to stay in control.

“Wrap your leg around my waist, Ems.”

Her response is instant. I push my torso against her open thighs, my hard cock pushing forward against denim. Dropping the fabric, I let my hand explore her pussy again. “So wet for me.”

“Oui.” She pushes against my hand. “I want you inside of me.”

Her words are my final undoing. Somehow I manage a chuckle. “You’ll have me.”

I release her other arm and grab her by the ass. She understands my non-verbal cue and wraps her other leg around me. Turning as one, I walk over and hesitate at the sofa. No. Not our first time. I continue to the doorway that contains her bed, all the while kissing her neck, her cheeks, biting her earlobes. For her part, her lips rain kisses across my jaw while her hands hold around my neck.

Letting go of her ass with one hand, causing both her legs to constrict around my waist, I open the door and stride into the bedroom. I deposit her on the oversized mattress. It’s king-sized. Good.

I stand between her legs and bend so that my hands land on either side of her hips, my face inches from hers. My tongue reaches out and licks her full bottom lip, then traps it between my teeth, garnering another moan from her.

Her hands land on my belt and she undoes it again, turning her attention to my fly. When she opens it, I stand and let my jeans fall to the floor and toe off my sandals. My cock points at what it wants from behind my briefs. When Ems licks her lip—the very one I just bit—it jumps. Sultry eyes raise to mine and a smile I’ve never seen from her transforms her face. It’s the most seductive look known to mankind. I never want her to look like this for a camera.

I grip her jaw in my hand, rubbing my finger over her cheek. “This look is only for me.”

“For you,” she repeats. She reaches out for the waistband of my briefs, but I shake my head.

“You’re still able to talk, Ems. You don’t get this.” I rock my hips. “Yet.”

Her intake of breath sings down my spine. Reaching behind her, I’m careful not to let my chest come into contact with hers as I need to hang onto a thread of control. My fingers reach the zipper and pull, each tick of its descent ratcheting up the charge within the room. It ends right above her ass. Taking an inhale of musky lavender, I slide the top of it over her arms, leaving her naked from the waist up.

“No bra.”

She shakes her head. Good—she’s losing her words. I trace her pink nipples with my fingers, relishing the way her body arches for me. When I’ve teased her enough, my mouth covers each of her pink nipples in turn, both of which are as hard as my cock in their own way.

Her hands, once again, are at my waist. They come around and cup my cock over my underwear, running her finger over my head. My balls tighten, blood rushing through my body demanding attention. I step back.

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