Page 58 of Moonlighter
“Fruity drinks?”
“Hotel sex.” I back her up against the elevator wall as the doors slide shut. “Lots and lots of hotel sex.” My kiss doesn’t ask permission. My tongue is in her mouth before the elevator begins to rise. She tastes like cool strawberries and good times.
“Eric,” she whispers beneath me.
“Mmm?”
“You really are a fun date. You make me feel like I’m borrowing someone else’s life for a few days. Some fun person’s.”
I chuckle against her mouth. “Baby, it’s all you.” The doors open behind me, and I take her hand, marching her out and toward the suite. I flash my key, and the door opens easily.
Once inside, I lift my middle finger and aim it right at the pillow camera.
Alex laughs. “Arm the doors, would you?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
By the time I’m done locking us in for the night, Alex is finished brushing her teeth in the bathroom. I help myself to the zipper on her dress, easing it down and off her body. Then I kiss the back of her neck.
She makes a happy sound that tells me she likes that, so I unhook her bra, too. Then I reach around, cupping her breasts. Our eyes lock in the mirror, and I give her nipples twin pinches. “L-lets go to bed?” she asks quietly.
“What if we stayed here?” I run my hands down her sides, then I slide a palm across her belly and downward, claiming her mound, fitting my hand between her legs in an unmistakably possessive maneuver. “Don’t you want to watch me fuck you?”
Her eyes are saucers. “I…guess?”
“She guesses.” I laugh then turn her around. “Sit up here.” I boost her onto the counter. “Now, unbutton my shirt.”
She immediately does as I ask. And while she’s busy, I kiss her neck, and her jaw. “Did you think about me today?” I whisper against her skin.
“Y-yes,” she whispers, her fingers stumbling.
“Did your pussy get wet right in the middle of your meeting?”
She moans.
“It’s going to be worse tomorrow,” I mutter, kissing the corner of her mouth. “You’re going to be sitting there talking about superconductors—”
“Semiconductors,” she corrects in a breathy voice.
“Whatever. The point is it doesn’t matter what you’re supposed to be talking about because you’re going to picture me bending you over this countertop.” I straighten up and remove my shirt. “Now, unzip me and take out my cock.”
Alex makes a shocked noise but then gets right to work. I dive in for a real kiss, and it doesn’t even slow her down. A moment later, smooth hands greet my cockhead, which is already engorged, and grip my shaft. I groan into her mouth. “Good girl.”
I kick off my shorts and underwear with her help. My shoes, too, for good measure. That’s all our clothes, except for Alex’s sandals and her panties. The sandals I scoop off her feet. That’s easy. But the panties are in my way.
As I drop to my knees and kiss open her thighs, I see only one solution. A quick two-handed tug on the strip of fabric at her hip brings me the sound of tearing seams.
“Eric!” she squeaks.
“You’ll thank me in a minute.”
At least I hope she will, because I need another taste. Alex wasn’t the only one who couldn’t get through the day without flashbacks. I nose along the smooth skin of her thigh and inhale deeply of her feminine scent. She’s perfect. Dinner was perfect. The walk on the beach was perfect. This moment is perfect.
It’s unlike me to be so invested in anyone. I’m enjoying myself way too much.
And three more nights in Hawaii doesn’t seem like enough.
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