“You have to tell me what you’re thinking. I am not a mind reader,” he says rubbing his thumb over the back of my hand. That little move has goosebumps rising over my arms though they are covered. I know not to look a gift horse in the mouth, but I have some questions. How? Why me? Why now? Is this feeling going to last forever? The first three answers elude me, but the last one. YES, is the only thing I can hear in my head.
“Aren’t you?” I ask, forcing myself to be sassy. His deep, masculine chuckle goes all through me. My God, this is going to be amazing. He’s barely touched me, yet I can already tell.
“No, doll. In this instance, it’s very much imperative that you tell me what you are thinking.” I purse my lips and place my index finger on my chin as though I really need to think about this.
“I am thinking that though I am hungry, food is the farthest thing from my mind,” I say after a few moments.
“Woman, once I have you, I am never letting you go. You’d better be prepared for that.” What? Does that mean what I think it does? Surely not.
“Yeah, okay,” I say slowly, because what else can I say?
“Good girl,” he says and damn he’s got me shivering in anticipation of what we’re about to do. He speeds through the streets of downtown Houston where the hotel that Wellington uses is located. I haven’t had a chance to check in, but I did manage to change into my jumpsuit at the track. Rowe has my bags in his town car, but I don’t think I’ll be needing those.
He pulls up to the valet and gets out. I watch as he signals the valet that he’s got my door. Why is that little act of aggression so hot? He opens the door and takes my hand, helping me out of the car. What a gentleman, but I don’t think I want or need a gentleman right now.
Inside the hotel, he makes a beeline for the elevator, all but dragging me behind him. We are alone in the elevator and I tap my foot impatiently as we make our way up to the 21st floor. I like that he’s not in the penthouse. He smiles at me as the elevator goes up so freaking slowly, we might as well be going down. Finally, the doors open, and he turns to the right stopping at 2107, which isn’t that far from the elevators. He opens the door and I am pleasantly surprised to see that it’s a typical hotel room, not even a suite. Just a king size bed, a nice chair, a tv mounted to the wall, a dresser, and a small desk. I like that he’s down to Earth, like me.
As soon as the door closes, we come together like magnets. We are all teeth and our tongues war. His wins. He controls this kiss like he does a car on the track. I melt into him. The kiss lasts forever. The next thing I know, we are moving toward the bed, clothes flying everywhere.
When I see his cock for the first time, I moan and lick my lips.
“Later,” he says when he sees me eyeing it. “I cannot wait a second longer to claim my prize.” The glint in his eye shows me what’s to come. He looks like a man possessed and man, does that turn me on. I’m beginning to think that anything he does turns me on.
“To the victor goes the spoils,” I say softly before he kisses me again. Suddenly, we are on the bed. I am on my back and he is above me. His kisses travel down my body and when he reaches my pussy, I almost die. His mouth there sets me on fire. I pull his hair hard and pull his face back up to mine. I feel a little bit like a savage.
“You want something from me,” he asks looking down at me. My eyes widen. The intense way he is staring at me should scare me, but it doesn’t. Not in the least. This pull between us is everything.
“Fuck me,” I whisper, telling him what I want.
“Tomorrow,” he replies, and I frown. There is no fucking way I can wait until tomorrow. I am just about to tell him that when he continues. “Tonight, I am making love to you. I am going to show you that you are mine beyond a shadow of a doubt, you are mine, Bristol Talbot. Say it,” he demands as he runs his cock through my wet folds. I am unable to speak. He’s done the impossible. He pulls his cock back from me and I miss it. “Say it,” he says again, this time through clenched teeth.