Page 76 of Zeus' Spark
I hope it’s not one of those drinks that go down so smoothly then creep up on you later.
Raven is on my other side with Greyson’s tongue down her throat.
Soft, plump lips caress my neck just as the bellhop from before walks into the bar.
“Your rooms are ready,” he says cheerfully, and Jayden stops kissing me.
Wait, why did he stop?
Something niggles at the back of my mind, but it’s gone before I can grasp it.
“C’mon, let’s go to our room,” Jayden whispers close to my ear, causing me to shiver.
I jump from the stool, grab his hand, and drag him to where the man is standing.
“You’re in room 1207. Twelfth floor.” He hands Jayden the key and points to the elevator.
He says something to Raven and Greyson, but Jayden’s hands are on me again. I can’t think about anything but stripping him naked and doing dirty things to him.
As soon as we’re in the elevator, my back hits the mirrored wall, and Jayden is in my personal space, pinning me there with his hips.
His lips crash into mine in a heated kiss, and all breath leaves me in a long exhale.
My whole body is on fire for him. I moan into his mouth, opening for him when he licks the seam of my lips to deepen the kiss.
One hand snakes up beneath my shirt, and the brush of his fingers leaves tingles across my skin.
“I’ve missed you so much,” Jayden whispers as he trails his lips down my throat.
I groan, wishing the damn elevator would hurry up.
His cock is hard in his jeans against my belly, and I wrap one leg around him just as the elevator dings and the door slides open.
“Fucking finally,” I growl.
Jayden lifts me, wrapping both my legs around him, not even caring who sees us in the hall.
In the back of my head, I know something is wrong. I never act like this, but I wiggle my hips.
Jayden is perfectly lined up with my pussy, and I wiggle my hips, feeling his cock through our clothes.
Jayden stumbles. “Hold on, baby. I’ll make you feel good. I promise. We just gotta get to the room first.”
He squeezes my ass which has the opposite effect on me, and I grind down hard on him again.
“Jayden,” I moan.
He practically runs to the door to our room, fumbling with the key card before swiping it in the lock. He throws the door open, spinning us around and slamming my back into it.
His lips crash down onto mine in a rough, deep kiss.
I thread my fingers into his hair, grinding against him again. We have had sex before, but something about this feels like coming home.
I can’t remember why that is. As soon as the thought comes, it’s gone again, and all I can think about is Jayden’s hands on my skin underneath my shirt.
“Need this off.” He grunts, pulling my shirt up, and I lift my arms, helping him remove it. He throws it over his shoulder. “Gods, you’re fucking beautiful.”
He reaches up and tweaks a nipple through the lacy fabric of my bra. The sensation arches me up into him, and I grind my clit against his hard cock through our jeans.
