Page 14 of Just One Night
I sit there for at least ten minutes, refusing to see who the messages are from. Trying to breathe as my orgasm still sizzles at the edges. I tuck myself away and reach for my work phone. Taylor. Late lunch with Ora. Good for him, I guess. Also, good for me. Because if that other message is Ella....
Shit. Fucking shit. It is.
Ella: One night.
Knox: One entire fucking night.
Ella: Ok.
Knox: Right now. I am coming to get you. Tell me where.
Ella: The park. Taking my walk. Will wait by the fountain.
Knox: Ten minutes, beautiful.
I make it in seven. Once I reach the fountain, I slow down. Seeing her seated at the edge of the fountain in the midafternoon sun, my breath stills in my chest. Goddamn, she's beautiful. Head tipped back, hair blowing a little in the slight breeze; she looks like she's made of the earth. I bring my phone out, focusing a shot on her, never wanting to forget this moment.
In a tight denim top that even from here I could see was misbuttoned, tiny denim cut-off shorts with frayed strings dancing over her creamy thighs and knee-high leather boots, she was effortlessly sexy as fuck. Planned to make her leave those fucking boots on while I did all the dirty shit I planned to do to her.
Taking at least half a dozen photos as she swirled her hand in the water, back arched as if she was posing just for me, I couldn't see anything else. My dick throbbed in my slacks, excited at the prospect of driving between those thighs. Ella seemed to sense me suddenly, cocking her head my way.
Jesus Christ, the smile that lit up her face almost put me on my knees.
Without waiting for me to reach her, Ella was on her feet and crossing to me. Pressing close as if we were old lovers, she closed her eyes and breathed me into her lungs. Fuck, this woman. Tangling a hand in her thick hair, I tip her head back and take her mouth, greeting her tongue first. Ella moans, clutching at my suit jacket to draw me closer. Wouldn't care if she tore the fucking thing off.
“Let's go.” It's all I say to her before tasting her full lips again.
I need to consume her. Need to savor her honey sweetness so I can get whatever the woman has done to me out of my system. Ella does not argue or hesitate, just follows me through the park. Once we hit the street, we walk in silence, both her arms wound around one of mine.
It's just a few blocks to the hotel but I swear those blocks make me half mad. Every look that passes over her, every lingering stare pisses me off. I draw her closer, hooking an arm around her as hers slip around my waist. As if making a statement. One I'd never thought I'd feel, let alone want the entire world to be aware of.
Caveman Knox wants to beat it out on my fucking chest: Mine. Mine.All mine.
Weird. Totally weird, but totally fucking fact.
“Afternoon Mr. Kinkaid.” I blink as we walk through the doors of the hotel I sometimes frequent, the concierge already sliding my usual room key towards me over the counter.
It feels wrong. I don't want to take her to the same room I've taken the others. Without saying the words, I let him know that and he nods, taking the key back. Ella twists into me, almost hiding as if she's a little shamed to be heading to a hotel in the middle of the afternoon with a stranger. I hold her closer, wanting to protect her from those who might make her feel this is wrong. Even if it's herself.
I want Ella. Ella wants me. We're grown adults. I don't see the shame.
“Come on, beautiful.” I take the key and we move as one to the elevator.
I cage her in the corner as the doors close, once again tangling my hands in her hair. Ella lets out a little gasp when I tug hard, the sound igniting my need to own her. Dominate her. Possesses her completely. I drop my head as we lock gazes, smirking down at her.
“Oh, baby. When I get you in that hotel room....” I bite my lip, watching her swallow hard as her eyes burn gold with need.
I watch her as I drop my hands, sliding them over her hips to the front of her shorts. Expertly I flick the button and draw down the zipper. Sliding my hand inside, I grunt to find her bare. Kind of dig that she never wears panties. That her tits are the perfect size and perkiness to never need a bra.
With one hand in her pants, diving between her legs, my other hand undoes the crookedly done buttons on her top. Ella is trembling beneath me, vibrating with need. A need I intend to see gets taken good care of. We both moan as her top falls open the same moment I slid my fingers into her pussy. Her tits are bare like I expect so I drop my head, licking at the budded nipples.
“Knox....” My name rolls of her tongue in a purr that makes my dick punch against my zipper, pleading to get in on things. In due time, motherfucker.
As her fingers tangle in my hair, drawing my to her other breast, I stroke lazily between her legs. Just as I begin to press slow, hard circles at her clit, the elevator reaches our floor. I withdraw from her, smirking when she whimpers in protest.
“Just getting started, Ella. Come.” I wink at her as I hook an arm around her slim waist.
Lifting her against me, I let her press close, her bare tits rubbing against the thin cotton of my shirt. It drives us both crazy. By the time we reach the door to our room, she is rubbing against me, clothes nearly falling off her, her mouth passing searing heat over my jaw, my throat, my ear.
