Fated Hearts (Southern Bride 8)

The shower turned on, and a wicked thought occurred to me. After all the pleasure Roger had given me throughout the night, it was time to return some.

As I stood up to go join him, the room phone rang. I reached out and answered it.

“Hello?”

“Yes, Ms. Michaels, this is Rory at the front desk. We actually have a room that has come available for you. It looks like the airport will be closed at least until tomorrow with this new round of snow coming in, and you’ll need to spend one more night with us at least.”

My heart pounded in my chest as I stared at the closed bathroom door. Chewing on my lip, I thought back to the amazing night I had spent with Roger. Did I really want our time together to end?

“Thank you so much for letting me know, Rory. I’ll pass on the room, though.”

“Um, but it says in the notes you needed another room because—”

“Yes,” I said, cutting her off. “It appears the situation has worked itself out, and I don’t need a room. Mr. Carter and I are fine sharing.”

A moment of silence occurred before my words seemed to sink in. “Ohhhh, okay. Great! I’m glad things are…um…working out for you both then. I’ll go ahead and remove this note. As far as the bill for the room?”

“We’ll figure that out when we check out. Thank you.”

Before the nice front desk girl could respond, I quickly hung up. I brought my hand up to my mouth as I sat there in stunned silence.

“What did you just do?” I whispered to myself. My eyes darted over to the bathroom door while my heart pounded rapidly in my chest. A giggle burst free, and I shook my head. Who in the world was I anymore?

I stood and took a step closer to the bathroom door.

Okay, this is what you want, Annalise Michaels. Go take it.

Slowly, I made my way over to the bathroom door. My hand shook as I reached out and opened it. The clear glass shower was slightly fogged up, but I still had a perfect view of Roger’s incredibly fit body.

Wow. To think I’d slept with that man. He had been inside of me. And now—now I was about to drop to my knees and take what I wanted.

Him.

As if sensing me there, Roger turned and looked at me. A slow, sexy smile spread across his face. “See something you want, princess?”

I pretended to be annoyed with the nickname and shot him a warning look. He winked, and I felt my stomach dip.

My eyes drifted down, and I watched him grow harder. A soft moan slipped free from my lips, and Roger opened the door to the shower.

I lifted my gaze from his midsection to see those baby blues filled with desire. The slow throb between my legs intensified.

“Yes, I do believe I do, Mr. Carter.”

He spread his arms wide and teased, “I’m all yours.”

It was my turn to smile. I stepped into the shower, shut the glass door, and licked my lips as I dropped to my knees and took him in my hand. He hissed and dropped his head back. I wanted him so much, I could practically feel the aching pain pulsing through my veins, but I was scared to death I wouldn’t do this right. What if he hated it, or I sucked too hard? I knew I should use my hand simply from watching a porn or two in my life. Not to mention the times I’d heard my friends talk about giving guys blowjobs. I had never had the desire to give a man one before, and the few guys I’d dated had never asked. Well, one had when he was drunk, and I’d quickly refused.

I inhaled slowly, then let it out as I stared at his hard dick, jumping in my hand with each small movement I made. I decided I needed to be honest with Roger, if for no other reason than for him to be able to tell me what felt good.

Glancing up, I noticed he had moved the showerhead so it wouldn’t spray in my face. “I’ve…I’ve never done this before,” I said.

His brows shot up in surprise. “You’ve never given a guy a blowjob before?”

I shook my head. “Nope, never. So, I might be bad at this.”

A small growl came from low in his throat as he brushed the back of his knuckles against my cheek. “Anna, I can tell you right now, the moment you wrap those pretty pink lips around my dick, I’m going to be fighting not to come. Don’t worry, you’ll do it right. Trust me.”

“I don’t think I’ll be able to do the whole swallow-and-act-like-a-bad-bitch thing. Will you let me know before you come?”

He nodded and swallowed hard. “Of course, I will.”