Page 26 of The Crush
Stepping into the lobby elicits a fresh wave of nerves, the reality that I had actually snuck away for a whole weekend with Daniel abruptly impressing itself on me.
What if he gets bored of me? What if we don’t have enough in common? Maybe I shouldn’t have teased him about his music.
“Here’s your room keys, Mr. Ríos. Enjoy your stay.”
What if we’re four hours in and we run out of things to say? What if he starts thinking this whole thing is a mistake?
I don’t even realize we’ve reached the room until he stops, and I bump into his shoulder as he sets the bags down. He opens the door, quickly depositing the luggage inside the room before turning back to me and—
I let out a squeak as he pops me over his right shoulder as easily as if I was a ranch chore. “Danny!”
“Such a smart ass.” He gives my backside a swat as he kicks the door shut behind him, moving farther into the room. I barely have a chance to take a look around before I am dropped right into the center of the massive king-size bed.
“Fuckingfinally,” he murmurs, staring down at me with a look in his eyes that makes every nerve in my body stand at attention. “Now, Isabel, what was that you said about biting?”
Twenty-Two
Daniel
“Danny.”
“I know, Isabel, I know. Being so perfect for me. Just a little more.”
I thrust into her from behind at a steady rhythm, my head falling back as I grip her hips. Her hands dragging along the mattress, fisting in the sheets as she moans. “It’ssomuch.”
I really need to let her sleep. At least, for more than a couple hours at a time. But every time I reach for her, she reaches back. All I have to do is nuzzle right along the back of her neck, right where the column turns to the slope of her shoulder, and she whimpers, starts grinding that perfect round ass back into me, and before long…
“You’re taking it so well, bonita.” I remove one hand from her hip and brush it up and down her spine, soothing her, her skin slick with exertion. “You need to come?”
She nods, nearly frantic, her eyes pinched shut, her cheek pressed against the sheet, her hair a knotted mess, her mouth open as the most obscene sounds spill out. That sweet crease in her brow as she teeters on the edge of… How many is this? How many times have I made her come since the two of us arrived in this hotel room?
“Danny,please, please, please.”
I think I’m hooked on that sound, on the audible confirmation of the way she needs me. The way we can’t seem to stop.
“It’s all right. I’ve got you.” When I pull out, her hips shift back to chase me, her head lifting up as she braces herself on her arms. She drops her chest right back against the mattress again when my mouth finds her center. Her moans coursing through my head in an all-consuming rush, my ability to pace myself apparently going out the window as soon as I heard the hotel door click shut.
Everything tonight is both better and worse than I had imagined.
Better, because afterward, she wraps herself around me. Warm and soft. Smelling like that scent of summer that always seems to cling to her skin, but now my scent is tangled up with it, too.
Better, because I have her all to myself at last, because my time isn’t already up, because her fingers are still interlaced with mine instead of slipping away.
Worse, because I realize I’ve been an idiot to think getting more of her would make me want her any less.
Tonight I’ve had her on her back for hours, wanting to see her expression at every sensation. That gorgeous face and all its little tells there for me to read, captivating me with the ease at which she offers a peek inside her head.
I had only given up that view and put her on her knees because she’d asked me to. Wanted me like this. Deep and in control.
But I’m not in control. Not really. And this view doesn’t drive me any less crazy. Nothing about Isabel seems to do anythingbutdrive me crazy. And it truly is insane how much I think about her. About this. About fucking her without this fucking condom so that she’ll still be full of me when she leaves.
“Danny, I’m—”
I know she’s close, and I’m already anticipating it, nearly knowing her body as well as my own at this point. And when she starts to come, I pull her up so her back is against my chest. My arms wrap around her before I bury myself deep, absorbing every tremor and sound as her orgasm washes through her.
“That’s it, Isabel.”Christ, those beautiful whines tumbling out of her mouth. “Did so good for me.” My teeth catch her earlobe, making her gasp when the bite turns sharp. “Always grip me so fucking tight when you come.”
I’m not ready for this to be over. I’m not ready.
