I close my eyes as she pushes her ass back on me, taking me deeper, sucking out the last bit of restraint I have.
“You are perfect, piccolina.”
She turns her head and looks at me over her shoulder, and the unbridled expression on her face is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
I need to see her face.
Pulling out gently, I help her turn over, stretching her arms over her head and trapping them there. She’s completely at my mercy now, flattened by my weight. I thrust deep and her head falls back as she cries out. But I don’t move anymore, determined to tease her a bit.
“Is this what you want?” I growl into her ear as my hips grind in circles. Her arms clutch at my shoulders before she digs her nails into my skin.
“Don’t stop. Oh my god.” She whispers it like a revelation, as if her orgasm takes her by surprise.
Her breath punches out in harsh bursts as she clenches uncontrollably around me. My hips go wild, ramming home with all the power I have. Then she screams and the sound is like a wave pulling me under where we’re drowning together.
I collapse on top of her, careful not to crush her with my full weight. She makes a little mewling sound, like a satisfied kitten and curls up against me. It takes a few minutes before my heart rate starts to settle but once I can breathe normally again, I grab the comforter and flip it over us. Casey stirs against me and I still, worried she’s going to get up and insist on leaving, the way we agreed. But instead she lets out a long sigh and her hand comes to rest on my stomach.
She’s asleep.
Listening to her breathing brings a contentment I never thought I’d find. Everything about tonight has been such a surprise. Talking to her, I was able to be myself in a way I rarely can. She listened to my thoughts and shared her own with no ulterior motives or designs. And I had fun just being with her. Yes, she said she only wants one night but honestly there’s no way we can work through this kind of chemistry in one night.
Something tells me that a million nights might not be enough.
My eyelids get heavy and I smile thinking of what a delight it will be to wake her with breakfast in bed. For the first time ever, I’m excited to show off to a woman, because I know my fame isn’t why she likes me.
I fall asleep already planning all the ways I can spoil her.
8
Something tickles my nose and I open my eyes. Sunlight streams through the curtains I forgot to close last night. Drapes were definitely the last thing on my mind when we stumbled into this room.
I blink sleepily and peer around the unfamiliar room. Kate is a miracle worker. Seriously, best assistant ever. Who else could I call and ask for a new hotel room and have the digital key on my app less than ten minutes later? Amazing.
Not sure what miracle she pulled off to have a room ready for me that fast but I d
on’t care. All I care about is the results. There was no way I could bring Casey up to the Presidential Suite after spending so much effort to get her to see me as a regular guy.
And she did. She knows nothing of what I do for a living or about the money or the fame. To her, I’m just a guy with slightly bad fashion sense who seems to bump into her a lot. And yet, she likes me anyway.
My chest warms when I think about her and that’s when it hits me. My head whips to the right, the space where Casey should be.
The space that contains nothing but rumpled sheets and a pillow.
Suddenly wide awake I sit straight up and kick the blanket off. I’m still naked but I don’t care about that as I walk over to the bathroom and knock on the door. When I open it, it’s empty. Heart pumping now, I run to the door of the room and step out into the hall.
“Oh my!”
There’s a middle-aged couple in the hall pushing a baby in a stroller. The mother covers her mouth in surprise but her eyes drop to my dick swinging in the wind. The father scowls at me and then puts his hand over his wife’s eyes.
“Sorry.” I close the door and lean back against it. There’s no way around it. Casey left.
She left?
Perplexed, I stalk around the room staring at the rumpled bed linens as if they can give me the answers. Did I do something to scare her away? It’s not bragging to say that I’ve never had a woman run out on me before. Usually, morning afters consist of round four or five of sex followed by a leisurely brunch.
Then I’m usually the one trying to find a tactful way to escape.
But this… I don’t know what to make of this. She ditched me! The more I think about it, the more absurd it seems. As I’m pacing, my foot runs over something and I lean down to pick it up. My blood heats when I see what it is. The panties I peeled off Casey last night.