Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 107096 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 535(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 357(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107096 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 535(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 357(@300wpm)
He broke the kiss and we stared at each other. My lips ached from how hard we’d been kissing. “The rooms are all empty, upstairs,” I heard myself say.
His eyes gleamed. He slid his hands down to my ass and then I was being lifted into the air. He swung me up and then in, so that my legs went either side of his body. My breasts pillowed against his chest and I went weak as my groin kissed up against the hot, hard bulge of his cock. I wrapped my arms around his neck—God, it was like hanging onto an ox, he was so wonderfully big—and locked my legs around his waist.
He marched out of the ballroom and into the lobby, then up the stairs to the guest rooms. The logical, rational part of me was thinking that we should have stopped at reception to grab a room key. Or does he plan to just break down a door? But the logical, rational part of me was having a hard time concentrating because with every step, I bounced into the air and then came down, my nipples stroking against the muscles of his chest and my pussy mashing against his cock. From the way his breath tightened when he took an especially firm step, he was enjoying it as much as me.
Luckily, the cleaning staff had been midway through their shift when the hotel was evacuated. A cleaning cart was in the hall and several doors were open. He marched into one and kicked the door closed behind us.
The room was huge, with a king-size bed and thick, purple drapes that were open to let the light flood in. The cleaners must have just been doing the finishing touches when they left because the bed was photo-perfect, with crisp white sheets and a chocolate on each pillow.
Colton walked us into the center of the room, then looked around, scowling. He was so turned on, so ready, that his muscles were like rocks under my fingers and his breathing was as fast and fierce as a bull ready to charge. I realized he was trying to figure out how to get my clothes off when he was using both hands to carry me. “Just put me down for a minute,” I said breathlessly.
His scowl deepened and he met my eyes. “I don’t wanna put you down,” he growled.
I gulped. The amber heat in those brown eyes, like rocks being melted at the very core of the earth. He’d wanted me for days and now he had me, he wasn’t letting even a half-inch of air open up between our bodies.
He glanced at the wall, grunted in approval, and walked us over there. I gasped at the shock of the cold plaster through the thin fabric of my blouse. He pressed me there, using his thighs to wedge me firmly against the wall. That pushed my legs open a little further, and the bulge of his cock rubbed against my pussy. I could feel my lips flowering open a little from the way my thighs were spread apart and my panties were soaked.
Now his hands were free and he ran them up my sides, making me tremble as his palms just skimmed the sides of my breasts. He captured my head between his hands, his fingertips brushing through my hair, and kissed me again, long and deep. My lips opened under him and I moaned as his tongue found mine and danced with it.
He ran one hand down my body and began to stroke my thigh, sliding his fingers up under my skirt. He reached the top of my stockings and stopped in shock, then continued over naked skin. His thumb bumped up against one of the silky straps of my garter belt and then his fingers found the lacy edge of my panties. I felt his cock twitch. I’d completely forgotten about the fancy underwear.
He broke the kiss for a second. “What the hell are you wearing under there?” he panted.
I smirked. “Why don’t you take these clothes off me and find out?” I was trying to find my way back to being me: cold and calm, teasing him like I’d tease a cat with a ball of string. But my voice didn’t sound like my own: the words came out in a hot rush that told him I was desperate for him.
He stared into my eyes and I felt his cock twitch again. Then he looked down at my legs and used both hands to push my skirt slowly up my thighs. I heard his breathing tighten as my pale upper thighs came into view, bisected by the dark green garter straps with their gold clips. He didn’t stop, pushing the skirt right up to my hips, revealing the silky green panties. His eyes locked on the thin panel of fabric that covered my groin and I ground my ass against the wall: it felt like his stare was lasering the material away.