Yes…” She lifted her hips to rub against him, closed her eyes as he tugged the skirt of her dress up.
“I want you naked, princess, but I don’t think I can wait.”
She sighed again. Pushed the shirt off his shoulders with force, ripping the last few buttons off in the process. Metal clinked against the floor, rolled, and finally stopped with a clack against the wall.
He chuckled, leaned down, and kissed her again. Reveled in the soft wetness against his tongue, in the warmth between her thighs. His hands found the fabric at her hips, and he tucked his fingers underneath and dragged her panties down her thighs.
He broke the kiss, eased back, and looked down. Then groaned. A tiny strip of blond hair covered her sex. The rest of her was open, wet, and his for the taking.
“Ava…” He lowered his lips to hers again. Kissed her deep. Sliding his fingers across her abdomen, he inched his way down to her sex. She groaned into his mouth, closed her hand over his nape. His fingers slid between her folds. She was so wet. So slick and ready for him.
He stroked her wetness down around her opening, back up and over her clit, kissed her again and again. She moaned. Her legs fell open. Her hand squeezed his nape and then let go. Her arm fell against the mattress with a thud. Reaching for the button at his waistband to free his throbbing erection, he realized she was no longer kissing him back.
He drew away and looked down. Her head was tipped to the side, her eyes closed, her body limp beneath him.
“Ava?”
She didn’t answer.
Bracing one hand on the mattress, he used the other to jostle her shoulder. “Avery? Don’t even think about falling asleep on me right now.”
He shook her again and got no response.
“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me. Avery?”
Nothing. The woman was totally out.
“Holy, son of a…” A groan built in his throat and exploded from his lips. He dropped his forehead against her shoulder and tried to kill the raging need rushing through his veins. It didn’t work.
Of all the stupid, dumbass, bad luck…
She’d had too much to drink. His mind ran back over the day as he dragged air into his blazing lungs, and he tried to count how many she’d had. Champagne when they’d arrived, beer in the suite, champagne again after he’d seen her dressed to the nines, wine at dinner, then God only knew how many of those fuzzy pink drinks in the bar she’d sucked back when he’d stepped out to take that call from Aegis.
The woman obviously couldn’t handle her alcohol. And he had the worst fucking timing on the planet.
He lifted his head and shook her one last time, hoping maybe she was just faking it. Though why he’d ever hope for that, he didn’t know. The grunt and snore that followed told him loud and clear that she was out for the night.
Frustrated, he dropped onto his side next to her, then rolled to his back and stared at the vaulted ceiling and bamboo fan turning lazily above. His cock ached for relief, while his mind ran back to the scene in that club. Though he’d never been into the whole BDSM scene, the way Avery had ground her sweet little ass against him as she’d watched, the way she’d all but forced him to touch her had been the most erotic thing he’d ever experienced. He wanted to feel her do that again. Wanted her begging for him, the way he felt like begging right now.
He turned and looked at her. Her face was tipped his way, her eyelids tightly closed, her mouth open in the sexiest little “O”. He rolled to his side and stroked his finger over the soft skin of her cheek and felt his heart clench.
Shit. No other woman was going to do it for him. Not after tonight. Yeah, that scene at the club had aroused him, but it was her he wanted. She was the only one he’d ever wanted. He’d just let the world get in the way of what he knew in his heart was right. But no more. After tonight, he was confident whatever had started between them years ago wasn’t
“I want you naked, princess, but I don’t think I can wait.”
She sighed again. Pushed the shirt off his shoulders with force, ripping the last few buttons off in the process. Metal clinked against the floor, rolled, and finally stopped with a clack against the wall.
He chuckled, leaned down, and kissed her again. Reveled in the soft wetness against his tongue, in the warmth between her thighs. His hands found the fabric at her hips, and he tucked his fingers underneath and dragged her panties down her thighs.
He broke the kiss, eased back, and looked down. Then groaned. A tiny strip of blond hair covered her sex. The rest of her was open, wet, and his for the taking.
“Ava…” He lowered his lips to hers again. Kissed her deep. Sliding his fingers across her abdomen, he inched his way down to her sex. She groaned into his mouth, closed her hand over his nape. His fingers slid between her folds. She was so wet. So slick and ready for him.
He stroked her wetness down around her opening, back up and over her clit, kissed her again and again. She moaned. Her legs fell open. Her hand squeezed his nape and then let go. Her arm fell against the mattress with a thud. Reaching for the button at his waistband to free his throbbing erection, he realized she was no longer kissing him back.
He drew away and looked down. Her head was tipped to the side, her eyes closed, her body limp beneath him.
“Ava?”
She didn’t answer.
Bracing one hand on the mattress, he used the other to jostle her shoulder. “Avery? Don’t even think about falling asleep on me right now.”
He shook her again and got no response.
“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me. Avery?”
Nothing. The woman was totally out.
“Holy, son of a…” A groan built in his throat and exploded from his lips. He dropped his forehead against her shoulder and tried to kill the raging need rushing through his veins. It didn’t work.
Of all the stupid, dumbass, bad luck…
She’d had too much to drink. His mind ran back over the day as he dragged air into his blazing lungs, and he tried to count how many she’d had. Champagne when they’d arrived, beer in the suite, champagne again after he’d seen her dressed to the nines, wine at dinner, then God only knew how many of those fuzzy pink drinks in the bar she’d sucked back when he’d stepped out to take that call from Aegis.
The woman obviously couldn’t handle her alcohol. And he had the worst fucking timing on the planet.
He lifted his head and shook her one last time, hoping maybe she was just faking it. Though why he’d ever hope for that, he didn’t know. The grunt and snore that followed told him loud and clear that she was out for the night.
Frustrated, he dropped onto his side next to her, then rolled to his back and stared at the vaulted ceiling and bamboo fan turning lazily above. His cock ached for relief, while his mind ran back to the scene in that club. Though he’d never been into the whole BDSM scene, the way Avery had ground her sweet little ass against him as she’d watched, the way she’d all but forced him to touch her had been the most erotic thing he’d ever experienced. He wanted to feel her do that again. Wanted her begging for him, the way he felt like begging right now.
He turned and looked at her. Her face was tipped his way, her eyelids tightly closed, her mouth open in the sexiest little “O”. He rolled to his side and stroked his finger over the soft skin of her cheek and felt his heart clench.
Shit. No other woman was going to do it for him. Not after tonight. Yeah, that scene at the club had aroused him, but it was her he wanted. She was the only one he’d ever wanted. He’d just let the world get in the way of what he knew in his heart was right. But no more. After tonight, he was confident whatever had started between them years ago wasn’t
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