Page 60 of For The Weekend
“Oh.”
“So, no, I’ve never willingly danced with anybody except for you.”
I press my hand to my heart. “I’m honored to pop your slow-dancing cherry.”
He fights a growing smile. “You’re something else.”
“Something good?”
“Something amazing.” He curls his hand around my neck, pressing his forehead to mine, in a singularly possessive yet romantic move that has me melting into him. Our noses touch, skate along each other until our mouths barely meet. It’s more of a shared breath. Something infinitely better than a kiss.
Something offered and accepted.
And my heart’s in my throat when he says, “Let’s get out of here.”
So, I can only nod and place my hand in his.
Chapter 17
Roman
Ican’t keep my hands off Eloise. It was torture being with her all night, allowed to touch her but not the way I wanted to.
Thank fuck I can remedy that now.
My hands are on her ass as soon as the doors of the elevator close, and with her fingers digging into my hair, I lick down her throat, sucking over her pulse, biting on the slope of her shoulder.
I know she hated the dress, complained a lot about it, but I didn’t think it wasthatbad. Until I tried to pick her up and couldn’t since it trapped her legs. Growling, I bend and throw her over my shoulder to carry her out of the elevator and down the hall to our room as she wails in protest. “Roman!”
“That’s good practice,” I say, unlocking the door, “screaming my name.”
I’m not at all delicate when I toss her on the bed, and she stares up at me with huge, surprised eyes, mouth quiet. A rare occurrence. After throwing my suit jacket on the chair in thecorner, I start to unbutton my shirt. “You done with that dress? Need to wear it again?”
She shakes her head. “Why?”
“I’m gonna rip it off you.”
Her laugh breaks off. “You’re serious.”
“As soon as I’m done taking off my shirt.”
She scrambles up, hands flying to the hidden zipper on her side and pulls it halfway down, but she tumbles off the bed to the floor by the time I’m done with my shirt. I’m on her before it even lands on top of my jacket, and as I promised, I rip that fucking thing off her. All it takes is two hands on either side of the seam and one good yank.
“Oh my god,” she shrieks, staring down at herself, the satin in tatters, still clinging to her left shoulder with a gigantic bow. When I move, my intent clear, she holds up her hand. “Wait. Wait. You’ve done enough, Conan the Destroyer.”
In only a strapless bra and underwear, she lets what’s left of the dress fall off her, and I stand back to admire all that’s mine. For the night, at least.
We hadn’t bothered turning on all the lights, just the small one by the door, and it bathes Eloise in a golden hue, highlighting all my favorite things—her full tits, the roundness of her belly, her thick thighs—while the darkness shadows all the places I have yet to explore.
“I want to fuck you,” I state plainly, and a beat passes before she nods.
“I want that too.”
“But I don’t have any condoms. I didn’t plan for this to happen.”
She searches the room, as if some might appear. Even opens the nightstand, coming up empty, save for a notepad and pen. When she faces me again, she drags her gaze over me. “Idon’t know how you feel about it, but I have an IUD and that’s more than 99% effective. At least, that’s what the brochure said, and you know what they say, if it’s printed on a brochure…” She giggles, shaking her head. “I mean… That was weird. I’m nervous. Are you nervous? You don’t look nervous. Like, at all. Which is great. One of us should be confident. But it’s been a while since I had sex, more than a year, and quite frankly, I’m nervous you’re going to tear me in two. But since we don’t have condoms, we don’t have to do it—P in V, I mean. We could do other things. Other things are good, but also, I’m okay with—” she pushes her palms together then motions to my cock, sticking straight up in my boxer briefs, the head poking out above the elastic “—as long as you don’t pierce my uterus with that thing. And, of course, if it’s okay with you, and you’re healthy, we don’t have to use a condom. I trust you. I?—”
I don’t need to hear any more and silence her with my mouth, one hand on her neck, the other against her spine, my tongue finding hers, silencing her rambling until she’s panting and rubbing up against me. When I back away, I tell her my truth. “I love hearing your tangents, but I can’t concentrate when you’re barely clothed and I’m hard as a fucking rock.”
