Page 6 of The One I Need
Oh, I like where this is going…
“I have a room at the hotel.”
I tip up my chin just enough to place a gentle kiss on his chin, his stubble already giving me fantastically dirty fantasies. “Then what are we waiting for?”
Chapter3
Oliver
I consider myself a patient guy.Hell, I teach first graders. I’m the king of patience.
But if this goddamn door doesn’t open in the next thirty seconds I’m going to lose my shit.
I insert the card into the door again, begging the green light to flash so I can open the door and do everything that my body is screaming at me to do with, and to, Izzy. But no…fucking red dots flash every time.
“There a problem?”
Izzy words against my ear send a shot straight to my dick. Fuck, this woman is going to be the death of me. She knows exactly what she’s doing. In her heels, Izzy is nearly as tall as me, putting her at the perfect height to nibble and kiss at the curve of my neck while whispering into my ear. The feel of her lips is sending chills down my spine and blocking all function to my brain. Combine that with the alcohol, and I can barely function.
I certainly can’t get a key card to work.
“The door won’t open.”
“Here,” she says, stepping around me and taking the card from my hand. “I got this.”
“Oh, do you now?”
“It’s just a key.”
It’s cute she thinks two can’t play this game. As she goes to insert the card, I press up against her from behind, resting my hands on either side of the door frame. My hips are against her ass, pinning her against the door, leaving no question in her mind how hard I am right now. She starts grinding into me as her neck falls back against my shoulder. I look down at her and let out a groan. I can’t help it. This woman is every fantasy every man has ever had.
I release one of my hands from the door frame and start tracing my fingers up her arm. She lets out a soft moan as my finger drops slightly to trace over her peaked nipple. The gold dress isn’t hiding anything, which is fucking hot as hell. Her breathing is heavy as I continue my journey across her chest, across her collar bone, before gently placing my hand around her neck.
“You sure about that? Seems like you’re having a little trouble concentrating.”
I grab on to her a little tighter as my lips make my way to her neck. From the second I saw her at that bar, I wondered if she tasted as good as she looked. So far it’s better than I imagined. And I’m just getting started.
“Open the door,” I say in a low tone. “Unless you want the other guests to see how I’m about to eat your pussy.”
I don’t look to see if she has any success opening the door. I’m too focused on the curve of her neck and how I can’t wait to kiss every inch of her creamy skin. It’s why I don’t see anyone walk behind me.
“Excuse me! That’s my room!”
We both jump back as we hear the voice of the man to our left. He’s wearing a suit and tie, but I don’t remember him from the wedding. And I think I would have, considering he’s old enough to be my father but has a girl on his arm that looks barely old enough to drink.
“I’m sorry,” I say, moving Izzy and I away from the door.Oh! That’s why the card wasn’t working!
“Just move,” the asshole says as he pushes past us. “And I don’t want you two keeping us up tonight.”
“Don’t worry. We will,” Izzy says. “You’ll know because my screams will be real, unlike hers.”
The man shoots daggers at Izzy before pushing into his room, pulling the girl inside with him. Somehow, Izzy and I both hold in our laughter until the door slams shut.
“You had the wrong room!” she yells, playfully smacking me on the chest.
“Obviously,” I say, pulling her back into me. “I was a bit distracted by a certain someone.”
Her hands slide up and around my neck, her fingernails working the nape of my neck. “I’m good at distracting.”
