Desired (Club Sin 3)

“Good.” He cocked his head, giving her a curious look. “Where’s your room key?”

“My dress has a little pocket on the side, and it’s in there.” She placed the mug against her lap. “Why?”

He approached her dress on the floor with his fluid gait, and within a second, he pulled out the key card. Then he looked to her with those eyes that were far more powerful than she’d realized last night.

Oh, hell, he is hot!

All he did was stand there, but desire rushed into her. She squirmed against the mattress and her nipples puckered against the soft sheets. His eyebrows rose with his devilish grin, as if he was reading straight through her. “Go have a shower. I’ll get your bag so you can change. We don’t want you to suffer the walk of shame back to your room.”

She gripped her mug tight, fighting against the pull of arousal begging her to go to him. “The walk of shame?”

“Where everyone knows you had wild sex with one of the groomsmen.” He laughed, likely at her horrified expression. “What’s your room number?”

“Two hundred and twelve,” she replied, feeling her cheeks warm. God, she had done that, hadn’t she? But really, she couldn’t care less. She’d had the best sex of her life with Kyler last night. He’d made her orgasm, not once, not twice, but three freaking

times.

She felt giddy inside, like the slightly awkward girl who’d managed to gain the attention of the hot quarterback. She’d always been okay with who she was, being a bookworm and a homebody, and she liked herself. In fact, she’d always thought she’d been born in the wrong era. Where women dressed down nowadays, she’d always worn dresses inspired by the fashion of the 1950s, and she never went out of the house without her hair done. She didn’t think she was vain; she simply liked looking pretty in high heels and cute dresses.

Standing at the end of the bed, he gestured toward the bathroom. “All right, I’ll go get your stuff. Enjoy your shower.” Hardness appeared in his gaze. “Use the strawberry-scented shampoo.”

She took another sip of her coffee and then chuckled. “You used strawberry-scented shampoo?”

He crossed his arms over his thick chest, looking ever the more powerful. “That would be very unlikely. I brought my own from home, but that strawberry one the hotel offers will smell delicious on you.”

She wondered if she should be more offended that he told her to do things, but somehow it didn’t bother her. Really, was it so awful that he liked the smell of the shampoo and wanted to smell it on her?

“All right. Will do.” She placed the coffee mug on the night table next to her. Feeling empowered by last night, she pushed the sheets off and stood in front of him totally nude.

His gaze did a full dance over her body, stopping at the junction between her thighs. “Your cunt looks nice that way.” The naughty words had her mouth dropping open, but warmed her right down to her toes. The heat roaring through her only increased as his piercing eyes lifted to hers. “Bare, with only that strip of short hair—very nice.”

“Thank you, I think.”

A possessive edge that made no sense rushed across his features. “Keep it like that, all right?” His gaze drifted to between her legs, and a low rumble rose from his chest. “It’s pretty.”

Her pussy was pretty?

She nearly laughed, not having ever thought that part of herself could be described in that way. But if he liked the strip of hair there, and if it turned him on, then that certainly worked for her. “Okay, I will.”

He licked his lips, staring at her mouth. “I like how agreeable you are, Ella. It’s a beautiful thing.”

She regarded him, trying to read through those statements. He was the most vocal man she’d ever met in her life. Somehow she found a warm comfort in that. She liked how he talked to her this easily about things that were maybe a bit awkward. Feeling equally playful, she replied, “I’m ever so happy to please you, my dear sir.”

His breath hissed through his teeth and his nostrils flared. She couldn’t quite tell if what she said upset him or if he liked it, but he sure reacted to it. His entire body stiffened and his eyes burned with a fierceness that had her taking a step back from all that intensity.

Matching her retreat, he took a step forward. Then he squeezed his eyes shut and exhaled a long, slow breath. “Best you get in the shower.” His eyes slowly opened, and, oh, how they blazed. “Or I’m going to change my mind about breakfast and take you back into bed instead.”

She liked that she aroused a gorgeous man like Kyler Morgan. Striding past him, she added a sexy wiggle to her hips. She got only two steps before a sharp slap on her ass left her skin warm and tingling. Gasping, she spun around and glared.

His brow arched. “That’s for teasing me, you little devil.”

Ten minutes later, and with Ella’s bag in his hand, Kyler unlocked his suite. Shutting the door behind him, he could hear that Ella was still in the shower. He placed her small bag on the bed, along with his key card, and then undressed. When Ella shook that fine ass at him and called him sir, his dominance had awakened.

She had woven a wicked spell of desire over him. In theory, he had planned to get to know her a little more in the traditional sense before taking her again. But his throbbing cock had other ideas. Ella owned his soul, and her being naked in the shower wasn’t anything he could pass up.

Once naked, he moved to his suitcase for a condom. In mere seconds, he’d sheathed his cock. His achy length reminded him how much he wanted her. A need he wouldn’t dare refuse himself.

Fuck that, he’d take her as much as she’d allow, regardless of her wanting a boyfriend or not. He hadn’t experienced this level of passion since his ex-girlfriend, Mia, and he was pretty sure he’d never experienced anything this intense with her. If Mia had shaken her ass at him, he wouldn’t have cared. It wouldn’t have driven him to act out of pure need to possess her body. Which is exactly why he believed this thing between he and Ella was special.