He braced the palms of his hands on the bed and leaned back, tilting his face toward the ceiling and closing his eyes. He also felt confusion and frustration, but neither could top the masculine pleasure still radiating through parts of his body. Jules Bradford was definitely something else. He’d never known a woman quite like her.
After making uninterrupted love in that private room a number of times, they had dressed and managed to sneak out of the club hopefully unseen, since everyone’s attention was drawn to the live entertainers on stage. But he was aware that although he hadn’t seen Stonewall, the man was there, somewhere in the club. He had to have known where Dalton was and with whom.
“What time is it?”
Jules’s voice intruded into his thoughts, and he opened his eyes and eased back in bed. What would her attitude be like this morning? They had done some pretty far-out things last night. Had probably broken the Guinness World Record with some of the positions they’d tried.
He glanced at the clock on the nightstand. “A little after six.”
“Why didn’t I spend the night in my hotel room?”
He looked over and smiled. “Because we hadn’t gotten enough of each other yet.”
She closed her eyes and actually smiled. “You’re right. We hadn’t had enough. I was in a pretty bad way.”
Like him, she’d been insatiable. Most women wouldn’t admit to that, and he liked her blatant honesty. But he was curious about what had driven her last night to need sex as much as he did. “Pretty bad way? Why?”
“Too much work and not enough playtime. I won’t let that happen again.”
There was no way that he would admit that he’d been in a bad way, as well, and had been since meeting her. He hadn’t wanted any other woman in his bed, and any women he’d slept with anyway had left him wanting. Definitely lacking.
“So why did we come to your hotel room instead of going to mine?”
He lifted a brow. “Don’t you remember?”
They had been riding the elevator up to her room on the tenth floor when suddenly they began making out again right there in the elevator. That resulted in them bypassing her floor, and while she was recovering from another orgasm, he’d decided they should continue on up to his room. They’d barely made it to his room before they were taking off their clothes.
“Yes, I remember now,” she said, nodding. “At least now that you’re out of my system, I can start functioning like a normal person.”
“Was I in your system?”
“Yes, like an annoying ache.”
Being an ache he could handle, but he wasn’t sure he liked the annoying part. “Where?” he asked, resting on his side to turn toward her.
“Where?”
“Yes, where was the ache? In your head, your teeth, back?”
“Doesn’t matter.”
“It does to me.” He pushed the bedspread aside to uncover her. She was naked. Beautifully so. When she saw where his gaze was fixed, she tightened her thighs together. Too late.
“Does it bother you that I like looking at you there?”
She released a soft chuckle. “Kind of late for me to be bothered, isn’t it? Especially after last night.”
He had to agree with her there. Last night, he’d done more than just look. He’d touched, tasted, thrust inside like a lust-crazed maniac on an effing marathon. He wanted to see how long he could stay hard inside her and how many times they could come. And speaking of come...
He reached out, and his fingers caressed the folds of her womanly core before sliding inside to begin stroking her clit. Touching her there sent erotic sensations straight through to his fingertips. “What do you think you’re doing?”
Now she thought to ask. Her voice was choppy, her breathing uneven and her legs eased open a little to give him better access. “Using my fingers to turn that annoying ache into a pleasurable one. Mmm, you’re wet.”
“You honestly thought I wouldn’t be?”