“Did you read my text messages or listen to my voicemails?” I turn my head away from him because I deleted them without even reading or listening to them. I shake my head.
“What I said had nothing to do with you but where we were. I didn’t want it to be in the middle of a hotel entryway but more like at a restaurant or in front of your door. I want to show you off and have you by my side.” I don’t know what came over me because I climb onto lap and kiss him. I run my tongue over his lips and become the aggressor with this kiss. I kiss him roughly and he moans into my mouth as he grabs my ass cheeks to better situate me on his lap. I feel his erection pressed up against my thigh. I push off of him and wipe the kiss off of my face.
“I shouldn’t have done that. These kisses were a mistake. It’s been ten minutes and you should go.” I bark out, moving to the other side of the living room. My mind and heart are at war with each other. My heart is telling me to take a chance and my mind is telling me that this is a mistake.
I’ll just get hurt in the end.
“It wasn’t a mistake. I wanted our first kiss to be private, just us.”
“Oh, so you want me in private, your dirty little secret?”
“Damn it, Riley, stop twisting my fucking words. Our first kiss was better than I could imagine, and let me tell you ever since you accidentally dialed me during one of your toy sessions, you are all that I think about. When I say that I wanted you in private, I meant so I could slowly take your dress off, worship your body, and make you moan like I heard you.” I blush. When he heard me? Oh, my God, I did call him. I thought I dreamt that when I saw my phone. “We were in a hotel full of very influential people and as business owners, we couldn’t be seen acting like a bunch of horny teenagers pawing at each other. Please give me a chance.” Lance was on his knees begging me. I couldn’t help but enjoy this moment. I know I shouldn’t but to see the powerful Lance Aragon down on his knees pleading for me to give him a second chance … I can’t stay mad at him forever.
“Why didn’t you come after me and tell me this? I spent the last eighteen hours thinking the worst of myself.”
“If you would have listened to my voicemail, you would have heard all of this.” I give him the death stare look that London taught me that works well with Lance. “I am a man, and it didn’t hit until you were already gone. Devin’s fever spiked, and I got sidetracked to take care of him. We ended up leaving early.”
“It’s not fair to use Devin.” I laugh as I walk toward him. “I forgive you but be careful with your words.” Once I’m in his arms, I begin to cry.
“Shh don’t cry,” Lance says into my hair.
“I’m crying because I feel foolish. I overreacted and instead of talking to you, I threw a tantrum. My dad was right.” I chuckle.
“Does this mean I’m forgiven?” I nod my head. “Can we please kiss without me making you cry, threaten to call the police, or you wiping my kiss off of you?” I lace my fingers behind his neck.
“We can try, I can’t guarantee anything.” I laugh into his lips as we connect and kiss really for the first time. No drama, just the two of us.
We walk over to the couch and he sits down so I move to straddle him and I can still feel his erection on my thigh. I need to feel him inside me. He must have read my mind.
“Bedroom?” I point to the door that leads to the basement that my parents made into an apartment just for me when I come to visit. Lance is carrying me like a bride on her wedding night through the threshold. He tells me to wait and not move as he goes to grab his bag from the car. “Where was I?” He captures my lips again and scoops me up as he walks down the steps. I wiggle out of this so I can turn on the lights in the area.
It’s a simple room with a full bathroom and small kitchenette. Usually when I am here, I don’t cook down here—only when I am working on a deadline pulling an all-nighter. There is a king-size bed in the middle of the room where I lie down and watch TV or movies. “What, no computer or game system for the geek?” I laugh and tell him about my parents’ rules about the no electronics. My mom even has a locked drawer for the cell phones which she only has the key but there have been some occasions where I brought work home with me.
“I like that; it connects you with the family.”