“Because you know what I’m going to do to you?”
Elle caught his eye. She shook her head, almost imperceptibly. The elevator stopped with a ding and they stepped out into a small anteroom that contained a large mirror, a leather sofa, a fire, and large silver vases filled with flowers. Facing them was a carved oak door.
“When you cross this door,” Forrester said, “everything’s going to be different.”
“What do you mean?”
“Your entire world, Elle, your entire future, everything. It will all change, for both of us.”
She looked into his deep, dark eyes, and somehow, she knew that he was right. If she walked through that door with him, nothing would ever be the same again.
She took a deep breath. “Then what are we waiting for?” she said.
Forrester laughed, then bent down and swept her off her feet, lifting her into his arms as if she weighed no more than a child. No one had ever made her feel that way before.
The door opened and inside was the most beautiful, luxurious suite Elle could have ever imagined. It was like something that had been created for royalty, with room after room, perfectly set out for the luxury and comfort of the guests. She gasped as Forrester carried her through a beautiful sitting room like something out of Versailles, filled with roses and other flowers, an enormous fire burning on one side and spectacular views on the other. Then they passed through another, similar room, but this one had a large dressing room off to the right, and to the left was a bathroom that looked like a spa, with a jacuzzi, sauna, steam room and shower. After that was the bedroom, in the center of which was the largest, softest, four-posted bed Elle had ever seen in her life.
Forrester lay her down on the bed and then rose up above her. Elle shivered in apprehension. Never in her wildest dreams would she have thought that a man like Forrester would be carrying her to his bed.
“We just met,” Forrester said to her, “but we’re not strangers, you and I.”
“Is that so?” Elle said.
“Yes it is,” Forrester said, and he took off his coat and threw it on a chair behind him.
“How do you know that?” Elle said, admiring the tattooed and muscled arms that his white shirt revealed.
Forrester pulled the shirt up over his head and Elle’s heart skipped a beat when she saw his perfectly chiseled abs and chest. Forrester was like a man carved from marble.
“Because I watched you.”
“Where?” she said.
He was slowly opening his belt, and Elle felt herself get hot and wet beneath her skirt.
“In the diner, in the bar. I watched the way you act, the way you treat people.”
“And what did you see?”
“I saw that you’re stronger than you pretend. You’re not afraid of people. You’re not afraid to stand up for yourself. You’re not afraid of a fight, if there has to be one.”
“You aren’t either,” she said.
Forrester smiled as he let his jeans fall in a bunch around his ankles. Then he stepped out of them.
“That’s why we’re a perfect match for each other.”
“A perfect fit?” Elle said, suggestively.
“We’re about to find out,” Forrester said, and with that, he ripped off his white boxer shorts, revealing his entire naked body to Elle’s gaze.
Her breath caught in her throat when she saw what he had to offer her. His perfect torso led in a V of strong muscle to the largest, thickest cock she’d ever set eyes on. Even in photographs, even on the Internet, she’d never seen anything like Forrester’s cock. It reminded her of the limb of a tree, and that made her wonder if that’s why his name was Forrester.
She let out a giggle and instantly threw her hand over her mouth.
Forrester just smiled at her.
“I imagine you’re nervous right now,” he said. “Let me tell you that you absolutely should be. I am going to devour you.”
He lowered his massive, naked, muscular body down over hers, and Elle felt the muscles in her legs quiver in anticipation. She’d never done anything like this in her life. She’d never been so swept away from reality. So taken by a man. She and Forrester had only just met. Now she was in his bed. It was insane.
“I’ve always had a thing for a waitress in uniform,” he said.
Then he leaned down low over her, face to face, and brushed his lips against hers. Elle held her breath, afraid to breathe. Forrester’s eyes bore into hers. His gaze was so intense that she had to shut her eyes. He brushed his lips against hers again, and this time let his tongue gently wet her lower lips. Elle opened her mouth, just a little, wanting to taste the wetness of Forrester’s tongue.