Hannah didn't see the elegantly modern opulence of the tower suite as he at last closed the door behind them, shutting out the rest of the world. The only thing she had eyes for was him, and that they were at last alone.
And wearing far too many clothes.
As if reading her mind, Dalton ripped off his jacket and dropped it, uncaring, to the floor. He then yanked on his tie to pull it over his head before working on the buttons of his dress shirt. And all the while, his gaze never left hers.
“Bedroom,” she managed to croak out, toeing out of her heels even as he advanced on her like a lust-seeking missile. “I've been dreaming of us in bed. Where—”
“Woman, you do not get to tell me you've been dreaming of us in bed, when that's all I've been doing for goddamn weeks while waiting for you to finally see me.” He caught up with her to propel her through an open door and into a night-washed room. Through the gloom, Hannah had a vague impression of a king-sized bed overfilled with some sort of fancy throw pillows, illuminated only by the light streaming in through the floor-to-ceiling windows. “You don't get to talk about obsessing over the thought of fucking me until you know what it is to wake up moaning my name, or not being able to close your eyes without seeing my face, or having wet dreams about you on a nightly basis.”
“Wait, wet dreams...?”
“Because that's how I’ve been with you from the moment you entered my world. Make no mistake, I won't stop until I've driven you just as fucking crazy as you've driven me.” As if to prove his claim of insanity, he scooped her up and threw her onto the center of the bed. “Let's start by getting naked. Take off that dress.”
He didn't have to tell her twice.
Rising up on her knees, she reached up and undid the halter’s fastening at her nape, then let gravity do its thing and let the bodice fall. A nuclear blush started at the top of her head and radiated all the way to her navel as his eyes feasted on her nakedness, but the open hunger that burned in his intense gaze kept her from squirming in self-consciousness.
“You too,” she said, no louder than a breathy whisper as she unzipped the skirt portion of the dress and shimmied out of it, along with her now sodden thong. “I’ve been dying to see what you look like under all those clothes.”
“I should make you wait, if only to punish you for keeping that to yourself for so long.” His shirt got tossed aside before he made short work of his belt and pant fastenings. “But I’m done waiting. Tonight, I’m making you mine in a way you’re never going to forget.”
She shivered at the promise in his growling tone even as he kicked off the remainder of his clothes. He paused just long enough to grab his wallet out of a pocket to fish out a condom, rolled the protection in place, then joined her on the bed.
Yes.
The slide of his hair-roughened skin against her thighs was so blatantly erotic she almost climaxed again. Her knees dropped open wide even as he settled between them, while his mouth closed on hers once more. Their tongues tangled, hot and wet, while one of his hands captured her breast while the other delved once more into her cleft to tease her clit.
“So wet.” His breath feathered against her lips while he stroked her relentlessly, and a predatory smile curled his lips when she whimpered brokenly. “So fucking hot for me. Tell me you want me.”
With his hands working her it would be a miracle if she could remember what actual speech was. “I want you, Dalton. I want you inside me.”
“Hell, yeah, you do. You know it's where I belong.” He kissed her again as if sealing a vow. Then he brought her knees up until they hugged the sides of his rib cage, her inner thighs cradling him like that was what they’d been made for. With his fierce gaze drilling into her, he plunged his iron-hard shaft into her slick depths.
Her gasp echoed around the room.
The sheer girth of his cock stretched her internal walls so beautifully, so completely, it was almost as if she were being made whole for the first time in her life. The utter satisfaction of having him fill her was so sweet it bordered on a kind of anguish, and the pure perfection of their fit brought tears to her eyes.
If she died right now, she'd be complete.
“Jesus, I love making you gasp out loud like that.” His body rubbed against hers as he thrust into her, moving as if he needed to feel all of her with all of him. “My cock melting into you, your tight pussy clenching on me... Hannah. Baby. I can't get enough of you.”
Blindly she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and her legs around his hips, even as the pleasure once again began to swell. “Dalton.”
“That's it, beautiful. Say my name. Scream it.” His voice was rough, savage. Unrecognizable. The dangerous sound of it thrilled her. His breath grew uneven as his thrusts moved her, the bed, the whole damn universe. And all the while the sensual tension inside her grew until it was a beautiful agony to bear. “I want it all from you. Your gasps. Your moans. You screaming my name. Give it all to me, beautiful. Fuck me raw and give me everything you are.”
The undulating rhythm of his hips became a wild storm of motion, so powerful, so damn good, it triggered another explosion of ecstasy deep inside her. She came so hard she forgot the need to breathe. She held nothing back, her head pushing into the mattress, her back arching as if in agony as pleasure erupted in every cell. It went on and on, an endless wave of delight that gave him exactly what he demanded—she cried out his name until her throat was raw. That was what it was to fuck Dalton. With him inside her, she discovered a place beyond bliss. A glimpse of heaven itself.
She hadn't even begun to come back down to earth when he groaned, his eyes shutting as his body slammed into hers, the cords in his neck standing out as his body went wild. Her name burst from his lips, sounding both rageful and reverent before he collapsed onto her, but not before she caught a glimpse of a pleasure so immense it made something deep inside her clench with joy.
To know he found as much pleasure in her as she’d found in him was utter bliss.
“No one,” she said when she finally got her breath back, “in the history of sex, has ever done it as masterfully or as spectacularly as we just did. I’m talking award-winning here. Seriously, we deserve some kind of reward.”
“Coming my brains out while being inside you is reward enough for me.” Tightening his arms around her, Dalton rolled onto his back and looked up at her through the gloom. “But if you’re feeling like you still need a reward, give me about five minutes or so, and I'll see what I can do.”
About to assure him she felt more than rewarded, her breath caught when the rest of his statement sank in. “Five minutes?”
“Yeah.”
“You mean...” She couldn’t help but glance down to where their bodies were still connected. “Five minutes. That's all you need?”
He lifted a careless shoulder. “Give or take a minute. I mean, it’s not like I’ve ever timed myself. Thing is, I'm halfway there already.”
Sure enough, she could already feel him hardening inside her. “You are definitely the greatest reward I could ever ask for. You go, Superman.”
His laughter filled the room.