Page 7 of Illinois Innkeeper
His brow is furrowed in confusion when he asks, “B.D.E.?”
I tip up onto my toes and delight in his happy chuckle when I whisper near his ear, “Big dick energy.”
7
GRAHAM
My good intentions and will power both sailed right out the window when Miranda showed up at my hotel room with food, beer, and an obvious determination to get me into bed tonight.Afterall, who am I to turn down an impossibly sexy woman, who very clearly wants my body?
It’s a good thing I wasn’t taking a pull from my beer bottle when she began talking about my B.D.E., or I would have likely done a spit-take clear across the room. Just when I think the desirable woman can’t possibly be any more adorable, she goes and proves me wrong.
Once my chuckles subside, I shake my head and say, “Based on our jobs, most people would assume that you are tougher than me, and it may be true. I enjoy going antiquing and watching real estate fixer-upper shows. Considering your phenomenal physique, I’m guessing you like to spend your time lifting cars and wrestling alligators.”
She giggles at the ridiculous mental image. Leveling a serious look down at her, I say, “But you should know that I like to take charge in the bedroom. I expect to be the alpha in our relationship.”
After swallowing and blinking three times, her voice comes out a little shaky when she says, “I’m okay with that. My job requires me to always be tough enough to keep up with the guys, but it doesn’t stop me from daydreaming about being shoved back against a wall with my hands pinned above my head.”
Happy to oblige her, I swiftly do just that.
She gasps in surprise at the sudden move, but when I tip down to crush my lips to hers, she quickly recovers. This time, our kissing is different––raw and tinged with desperation for each other.
When I press into her, shoving her back into the wall, she moans into my mouth, spurring me on. Instinct takes over as I lean down to kiss the long column of her neck. As the tip of my tongue glides across her smooth skin, she breathes out the word, “More.”
With one hand still pinning her arms over her head, I use my free hand to wrench her bra out of the way. She arches her back, practically begging for my attention on her lush, bare breasts. My palm is magnetized to her warm, soft skin.
She is so responsive as I roll her nipple into a taut nub, my other hand can’t resist coming down to explore as I kneel down before her.
Once her hands are free, they delve into my hair and pull my face to her. That bit of encouragement is all I need. Her breast is instantly in my mouth.
She shoves herself at me as if no matter how much I give, she wants more. Her obvious need for me is heady and addictive. I’m happy to give her anything she wants.
My hands cradle the soft skin at her sides. As I suckle the nub her nipple has puckered into, my palms glide down and grip her hips.
She strains into my touch and cries out when my teeth graze her sensitive skin.
I immediately soothe the tender flesh with my tongue, making a moan emerge from deep in her throat. The sexy sound makes what little blood was left in my head rush to my crotch.
Grabbing the sides of her lacy panties, I slide them down her legs. She daintily steps out of them. When she’s completely bare before me, I tip back on my heels to take a long look at her luscious body.
She quivers under my admiring, desirous gaze.
Anticipation practically crackles in the air between us as I take my time lifting one of her legs and gently placing it on my shoulder.
She’s panting and her eyes are half-lidded as if it’s all she can do to keep them open and trained on me.
I turn my face to the side and kiss my way up her inner thigh. When I’m almost at the apex, she rears her head back and cracks it against the paneled wall.
Concerned for her, I stand and reach back to caress the area.
“I’m fine,” she assures me.
Her expression is filled with desperation. I’m sure she would say anything to get me to kneel back down in front of her.
Deciding this isn’t comfortable enough for either of us, I say, “Get on the bed.”
My demanding tone doesn’t cause her to pause for even a moment. Instead, she immediately moves to comply with my request.
I pull back the covers and situate a pillow under her head. After tenderly kissing her forehead, I ask, “Are you sure that bump didn’t give you a headache?”
