Chapter Twenty-Four
She was back, she was his, and he was going to do everything in his power to make sure she didn’t leave again.
Zach pulled Rae down next to him on the hotel bed. No one knew her name, so no one would be knocking on her door, asking about the stunt on stage. With any luck, he really could occupy her the rest of the night.
She tucked her legs under her, leaned forward, and then brushed her lips over his. The faint scent of strawberry combined with the taste of her kisses obliterated his control. He caught a fistful of her hair and tugged. She tilted her head back with a gasp, elongating her neck.
He ran his tongue up the tender skin, blood hot, cock already straining against his jeans. “Here’s the thing.” He couldn’t keep the gravel from his voice. “You’ve dominated my fantasies for more than a year. I’m not going to be so great at taking this slow.”
She hopped from the bed and scooted out of reach until she stood a few feet back, one corner of her mouth pulling up. “Then I guess you don’t get to control how fast we go.”
He grabbed for her, and she took another step back. Fuck, he wanted her. And yet part of him was intrigued to see what she was up to. “I’ll play. For now.”
She winked and kicked her shoes aside. Hips swaying as she danced in place to a tune only she could hear, she ran her hands down her sides. She grabbed the bottom of her shirt, still moving to a silent song. God, that was seductive. He leaned back on his hands, watching the show and trying to ignore the throb of need straining to get out of his jeans.
She took her shirt off and tossed it aside. Fuchsia bra. Nice. Her hands glided down her stomach and back up in a lazy spiral. She cupped her breasts through the fabric, eyelids fluttering as she caressed herself.
Spinning so her back was to him, she unhooked her bra. It slid down her arms and joined her top in a pile in the corner. She twirled back to face him, palms on her tits, rolling her nipples between her fingers.
This was getting painful, and he was loving the hell out of it. She stepped back to the bed, eyes narrowing when his hands came off the mattress. “Not yet,” she warned.
His argument died in the back of his throat when she leaned over him and rested one hand on his upper thigh. She stroked the inside of his leg with her thumb, while seeking out his zipper with her other hand.
He groaned involuntarily when she slid his zipper down, and then wrapped her hand around his cock and freed it. She lowered her mouth until it was right next to his ear. “Your hands can do whatever they want to you,” she whispered. “But keep in mind, I want to feel you inside me.”
His heart hammered in his chest. He took his dick in his hand, making sure not to stroke too fast when she stepped away again. It wasn’t the same anyway.
She went back to her slow dance. Hips always moving, her hands slid back down her sides and undid her own jeans but didn’t strip them off.
She dipped her hand lower, sighing softly as her fingers disappeared inside her panties.
He wanted to be doing that. He couldn’t peel his gaze from the show. He swore he was about to come when she raised two glistening fingers to her mouth and ran her tongue over them. She hooked her thumbs in her bottoms and pushed the rest of her clothes to the ground. He growled.
She dipped her fingers between her folds again, slowly stroking for a moment before moving toward him. The moment she was within reach, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her in the rest of the way. He placed one of her fingers in his mouth, ran his tongue along the pad, and sucked it clean, before moving to the other.
Her laughter died in a long groan. She nudged his shoulder with her free hand until he fell back. She straddled his legs but didn’t lower herself. She dropped her head next to his ear again. “Here’s the thing.” Her voice was breathy and low. “I’m on birth control, and I trust you when you say you’re clean. I don’t think I want to do this whole protection thing anymore, but you have to be good with it too.”
No condoms. For the first time since ever, that sounded appealing for more than just physical reasons. He grabbed her hips and brought her closer. “Sounds fantastic to me.”
She lowered herself until her opening rested on the head of his cock. Wincing and gasping, she dropped lower and drove him deep inside. She sat straight up.
That was incredible. He pumped against her as she rode him, his hands on her thighs. The teasing had been almost as harsh as the last year of waiting though. He couldn’t hold out much longer.
He moved one hand higher, thumb easily sliding between her slick lips and searching out her clit. She increased her rhythm as he stroked her swollen sex. Her short pants for breath matched his. She closed her eyes and tilted her head back, her cries echoing through the small room.