Damn, but he’s hot. No other man has ever melted me with just one look.
“If one more person gets in the way of me fucking your brains out, I’m going to explode.”
I grab his shirt, pulling him into the room and yanking his mouth to mine.
Chapter Eighteen
It takes all of two seconds for Will to get my robe open. “Damn,” he murmurs, his hands already roaming from my breasts to my ass and back again, as if he’s trying to find a way to be touching all of me at once.
For the record, I’m totally on board with that goal.
He kisses me with such urgency that I think I might melt before we even get to the fucking part. My frontal lobe has already dissolved into a delirious fizz of pleasure. I don’t notice we’re walking until the backs of my legs hit the bed.
I take the moment to curl my fingers into the smooth fabric of Will’s shirt and tug it upward. Our kiss breaks so he can tear it off over his head, leaving his hair more wild than before. Then I’m the most up close and personal I’ve ever gotten with his naked torso, and I’m going to enjoy every minute of it.
I run my hands down his chest, following the dips and ridges of all that solid muscle. His skin is blazing hot. His breath comes ragged, but he holds still through my exploration, stroking my sides with his thumbs. I press my lips experimentally to his shoulder, his sternum. The musky, woodsy smell of his skin is intoxicating. I flick my tongue over one hard nipple, and a rough sound breaks from his throat. He picks me up and tosses me onto the bed.
I bounce on the duvet, and then Will is on top of me, devouring my mouth again. His chest brushes my bare breasts with a delicious friction. I pull him closer, and the swell of his cock presses between my legs through his slacks. A whimper slips out of me.
There’s still far too much clothing on this man. I reach for his fly, but Will is already easing down me, moving the prize I’m after farther away. But maybe there’s another prize to be won. I writhe as the slow, hot slide of his mouth travels from my jaw down my throat, across my collarbone to my breast. He sucks my nipple into his mouth. His fingers close around the other with a twist that makes me moan. My hips arch, but it’s hard to say whether I’d rather he stop and get on to the next step or stay here as long as humanly possible. He teases his teeth against my nipple, and I let out another whimper.
Here. Here is good.
“Will,” I say, breathless. He raises his head. His gaze caresses my body with just as much heat as his hands and mouth.
“Damn, you’re beautiful,” he says.
My brain is fizzing too much to pull together any better response than, “Mmhmmm.”
His hand slides down to cup my pussy. My hips buck up to meet his touch. I grab his shoulders to haul him back to me, but he shifts in the opposite direction. His lips and tongue chart a path between my ribs and around my navel as he brushes lightly against my clit. A wash of flame sears up through me. The pleasure is so sharp it’s almost painful. Even though I can guess where he’s heading, a cry cuts through my gasp when his mouth takes the place of his hand.
His tongue teases around my clit. His thumb strokes over my opening. Then he sucks me hard. I moan. My head arches back into the pillow as the most blissful sensation in existence radiates up from my sex. I clutch the sheets, riding that wave.
“Yes,” I murmur. “Oh, God.”
Will chuckles against my pussy. The vibration the sound sends through me somehow melts me even more than what he was doing before. He slides a finger inside me, and I let out a noise that would be truly embarrassing if I wasn’t way past caring.
There’s a time to be self-conscious, and when a guy has his tongue swirling over your clit is way past that moment. Will sends me writhing with every touch, until I can’t hold back any longer. The tension coils tighter, rising with every lick, and kiss, and slow pulse of his fingers until I come, arching off the bed as pleasure slams through me.
Holy fuck, that was good.
And I want more.
The waves are still racing through me when I yank him back up to me.
“Pants. Off. Now,” I gasp out. He’s already reaching to comply. Our mouths meet, the taste of me tart on his lips. I quiver with anticipation at the rasp of his zipper.
WAAAAAAAAH.
The blare of a fire alarm tears through the air, and for a moment, I wonder if we were so hot that we set them off.
Then I hear the echo of the alarm outside the window, all around the resort.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” I cry. The alarm doesn’t care that it’s just cock-blocked what was on track to be the best sexual experience of my life. Will sits back and runs his hand through his hair.
“Of course,” he mutters. “Of course.” Then he points a finger at me. “Grab something to wear and get out of the building. Because this is absolutely to be continued, and that’ll only be possible if the hotel doesn’t burn down first.”
He zips his fly back up and snatches up his shirt as he hurries for the door. I grab my nightshirt, pull it on, and hustle out about a minute behind him.
Will is already long gone when I step into the hall. Guests are trickling out of their rooms, looking puzzled and in many cases bleary-eyed. One of the resort staff stands by the stairwell at the end of the hall.
“This way, everyone,” he calls, waving his arm. “We apologize for disrupting your sleep. We’ll have this problem sorted out as quickly as possible.”
I wouldn’t mind so much if it were only my sleep that was disrupted.
I spot Brooke and Maggie down the hall and jog over to join them. “Any idea what’s going on?”
Brooke shakes her head. “We just got up. The pool game kind of fell apart when Will had to dash off a little after you did.”
She glances at me sideways. I put on an innocent face. “I hope there isn’t an actual fire.”
“I doubt it,” Maggie says. “It doesn’t take much to set those systems off.”
Everyone mills around for several minutes, their expressions turning increasingly grouchy. There are no flames shooting from windows or trails of smoke streaming from the roof, at least. I’m going to take as a good sign.
And a sign I’m going to get laid, ASAFP.
Finally the young man who ushered us down here steps up on a chair at the head of the crowd and clears his throat. “Sorry, everyone,” he says. The restless murmurs quiet. “There’s nothing to be concerned about. The alarm was triggered by a guest’s cigarette. Please remember that smokers must remain thirty feet from any of the resort’s buildings. You can return to your rooms now.”