I Can Explain (Awkward Love 2)

“I didn’t want to assume,” I reply honestly. I also didn’t want her to think I wasn’t taking seriously what she’d said earlier.

“It’s fine,” she says. “I meant what I said about keeping things professional, but I think we can manage to share a room together. Of course, if you’re thinking that only one of those beds is going to be used, you’re going to be disappointed.”

“Not at all,” I say without missing a beat. “I have great plans to fuck you senseless in both of those beds when you finally come to terms with the fact that you can’t resist me. I figure we can use one for morning sex and the other for evening sex. Mix things up a bit.”

“I…” Her voice fades away as she stares at me, open-mouthed.

“See? You can’t even think of a way to respond to that,” I say as I grab our bags and walk over to the elevators.

She joins me a few seconds later, still not saying anything. Every now and then I feel the weight of her stare as she looks at me. When I finally catch her, I wink at her. She flushes and looks away. I tap my foot impatiently, and when the doors finally open, I’m happy to see the car is empty. I step in and smile at her.

“Coming in?” I ask. She hesitates. She doesn’t trust herself to be alone with me.

If she can’t even handle herself alone in an elevator with me, how is she going to handle sleeping in the same room as me? She steps inside, shooting me a glare, before facing away from me.

“This keeping things professional rule while at work is your call, remember. I’m more than happy to bend the rules.” I raise my eyebrows and grin as my gaze slides down over her ass. “Among other things.”

“God, you infuriate me sometimes,” she mutters.

Her eyes blazing, she turns around and walks over to where I'm standing. She presses herself against me, her mouth almost on mine. I groan as she reaches down and rubs her palm over my cock.

Holy shit, that feels good.

I cradle her face and press my mouth against hers, kissing her passionately. My heart pounds, because being with her is everything. I feel like her intention was to wind me up and show me that she is in charge, only now she can’t break away, and I can’t either. I’m resisting the urge just to rip her clothes off and drive myself into her right here and now. My hands creep towards the button on her jeans, when suddenly, the doors fly open.

We both spin around to see an elderly couple waiting to get in. Alana flushes and looks down while I smother a laugh. The lady hesitantly steps into the car, but her companion puts his arm out to stop her. He looks from Alana to me, alarm in his eyes. His expression has me seconds away from being in hysterics.

“He was just checking something in my eye,” Alana mumbles desperately.

Her comment sets me off. Alana glares at me, which makes me laugh harder. She would've been so much better off not saying anything at all.

“Stop laughing,” she hisses.

“I can’t,” I gasp through fits of laughter.

In the end, they decide to wait for the next elevator.

“Asshole,” Alana hisses when the doors close. She glares at me. “You made me look like a fool. Again.”

“I’m sorry, but you made yourself look like a fool.” I chuckle.

I reach for her hand, pulling her closer to me. She narrows her eyes, but then her expression softens, and she relents, letting me wrap my arms around her.

“And all because you can’t keep your hands off me.”I open the door to our room and let her walk inside first. She looks around, examining everything from the minibar selections to the bathroom amenities. I check the message that’s flashing on the phone. It’s the reception desk, letting me know they found us a second room.

“You’ll be relieved to know that you don't have to share my room with me, after all,” I say when I find Alana in the bedroom.

“What do you mean?” she asks, frowning.

Is it just me, or does she look disappointed about that?

“The message on the phone was the reception desk, letting us know that they found another room,” I say. I run my fingers down over her arm and cock my head slightly. “If you like, we can pretend that message never came through…”

She looks up as I lean down and kiss her. I cup her neck, pressing my lips against hers, whilst guiding her back toward the bed. She sits down, lying back as I hover over her. She sighs as I lift up her shirt and kiss along her stomach.

Knock, knock, knock.

I roll over onto my back and groan while she stiffles a giggle.