Page 42 of Behind the Scenes
The driver had somehow found us, even though I never called him. He parked the car and rushed out with an umbrella.
I suddenly felt out of control. I never had the urge to kill someone without caring who saw. Fuck the consequences. All I could think of was my hand wrapped around his neck and my fists pounding into his face until he?—
I turned to Laura, thinking she’d turn him down, and she smirked at me.
“Perfect timing,” Laura told him, placing her arm around my waist and pulling me to the car. “My feet were getting tired.”
The driver sent her a smile and wasted no time helping her into the car. When she turned to me, waiting for me to follow her in, I raised a brow at her. There was no denying the flash of amusement that crossed her face.
Everything and anything you’ve ever yearned for,I’d said.
Damn it.She had me on a leash and she fucking knew it.
We were quiet on the way back. I was still pissed off at the driver. Still wondering who had defiled our room. Wondering which room they’d prepared for us and if it would be enough for my Laura.
I got the key, and we went up in the elevator in silence, and then…
I was dreaming. I had to be.
There’s no fucking way.
One minute I was showing Laura into our hotel room, and the next, just as I was about to turn on the lights, her hands were on my chest, pushing me against the wall. She shut and locked the door behind us in a single motion and pushed her body up against mine.
What’s happening?My mind was whirling. My body was frozen. My heart was racing in my chest.
My hands gripped her shoulders, forcing her to keep her body against mine. I didn’t want to let her go. I couldn’t.
She leaned closer, her eyes shining in the darkness.
For the first time since being near here, a new fear sprouted in my mind. Her words rushed through my head.
I’d never hurt you.
But you want to.
At the first brush of her lips against mine, all thoughts left my mind. Whatever steel strings had been holding me back snapped. One hand wrapped her hip, the other reached for her hair.
Only she had already taken it down from its usual ponytail. This was not professional Laura; this was Laura letting go.
Fuck. She is more ready than I thought.
Her lips opened, her tongue darting into my mouth in a teasing motion. I could still taste the wine on her.
I had no time for whatever silly games she wanted to play. I had no more patience for her to test. And I was about to show her I was nothing like the sorry excuse for lovers she’d had before me.
So I devoured her. I kissed her like I needed her to breathe. Like the rabid animal she believed me to be.
Her back hit the opposite wall before I even knew that I had pushed her into it. The hand on her hip was pushing up her shirt while I stood between her legs. The other lifted up her bra to expose her breasts.
I broke our kiss so I could trail my lips and tongue down her skin. She arched into me, her breathless moan like music to my ears, urging me to go lower until I could pull a pert nipple into my mouth.
She was the one who took the rest of her shirt off while I was occupied with her beautiful breasts, kissing, sucking, licking, and rolling her nipple between my fingers.
I couldn’t get enough of the little noises she made. I needed to hear more. Needed to feel more. Needed to taste more.
Pleasuring her took over my brain. I couldn’t stop.
And when my teeth grazed her sensitive nipple…Fuck. The whine she let out was so potent I swore it could end wars.
