Page 7 of The One I Need
“Yes, you are.”
“Want to know what else I’m good at?”
“Of course.”
She doesn’t say anything, instead letting her hand travel down the front of me until she’s stroking my cock through my pants. “I’d rather show you.”
“Funny. I was thinking the same thing.”
Our eyes are locked on each other. Neither of us move. There has been tension and fire building between us all night. But right now? It’s about to fucking explode.
“Open the door, Izzy. Now.”
I see her swallow, but she does as I ask. She inserts the key card into the scanner and the door immediately opens.
Finally.
I pull her into the room and slam the door shut. Before either of us can get our bearings, I’m lifting her up and pinning her against the door. I hear her dress rip as she wraps both legs around my waist. Fuck, I didn’t realize that sound was so fucking hot. Then again, everything about this woman is scorching, so why would that be any different?
Our mouths collide in a frenzy of lips and tongues. Somehow, we resisted kissing until now. I wanted to do it in the elevator. I wanted to in the hall when I was teasing the hell out of her. If I’m honest, I wanted to kiss her the second I laid eyes on her. But I resisted, knowing that as soon as I started, I wouldn’t be able to stop.
And I was right. I’m going to kiss this woman, and every part of her, all damn night.
“Oliver.” My name comes out of her mouth in a breathy moan as I pull down the front of her dress. I knew she couldn’t have been wearing a bra; the back of her dress was so low it should have been illegal, but the sight of her gorgeous tits spilling out is enough to make me come on demand.
“Fuck,” I growl before I bring one of her breasts to my mouth, sucking it like it’s going to keep me alive. Her hands are now clawing at my back, and I know if I didn’t have my jacket and shirt on right now she’d be leaving marks.
She will. I’ll make sure of that.
I keep my mouth on her as I walk us over to the bed. Thankfully this room isn’t big, so it only takes me a few steps to get there. I lower Izzy down on her back, and as much as I want to follow and continue exploring every inch of her, I decide to stand up and take this in for a second.
Her dress is a torn mess. There’s a hint of light coming from the window, allowing me to see her red hair in stark contrast to the white linens. I keep my eyes fixed on her as I kick off my shoes and undo the rest of my tie, tossing it to the side. I take off my jacket and start to undo the buttons of my shirt when I see her prop herself onto her elbows.
“I was going to do that,” she says.
I undo the last button, but don’t take it off. “Were you now?”
She nods as she sits up, her legs now off the bed. “I was. I had lots of things planned.”
“Oh really,” I say, walking between her legs so she has no choice but to spread them. “Care to tell me about any of them?”
She shakes her head, but not before looking at my dick and licking her lips. “I’d rather show you.”
Fuck…I can picture her mouth around me. Her pretty manicured nails stroking me in tandem with her beautiful mouth. And as much as I want that—and believe me, I do—I want something more. Because I have a feeling this is going to be my only night with this woman, and I’m not leaving with any damn regrets.
“Interesting that you say that,” I say, tipping her chin back up to look at me. “I had some ideas too.”
“Care to tell me?”
I lean down, pressing the softest kiss I can on her lips before gently backing away. “I’m going to eat your pussy until you can’t see straight. I’m going to make you forget your name. But that’safterI fuck you.”
I crash our lips together, sucking any response she had out of her mouth. That’s the final match needed for the embers between us to go up in flames.
We’re all lips and hands as we frantically work to strip each other. I find the zipper of her dress and yank it down as she works the shirt off my shoulders. I stand her up, just enough so I can push the dress to the floor. It’s then I realize she isn’t wearing any panties either.
Fuck, this woman…
“Turn around.”
