When she looked like she was about to shake her head, his grip tightened and his tone turned challenging. “You know you want to.”
She lifted her chin as her eyes began sparkling. Sparkling. Seriously. Fuck. “Where do you want to go?” she asked.
The shifting of her body weight from one foot to the other was enough to tell him she wanted to be with him, but there was a hint of something in her eyes that said she was afraid.
Girl was smart that way—even he was questioning whether he’d be able to let her out of his bed after a single fuck. He wasn’t sure he could—already he was feeling a primal urge to maneuver her into lock down mode. So, he set out to alleviate whatever fear was holding her back because giving up at this point was untenable. “We can go to my place, or your place, or the Holiday Inn around the corner,” he soothed in a tone he didn’t altogether recognize.
“Not your place,” she responded quickly, telling him she wanted some control.
“Holiday Inn’s nice—you ever been?”
“My apartment is like, three miles away, so no, I’ve never been,” she answered with a strained voice.
“I’d love to go to your place sweetheart, but if you’d feel more comfortable on neutral territory, like I said, the Holiday Inn’s nice.” He held his breath and waited, his balls turning a deeper shade of blue by the second.
Finally, and much to his relief, she gave a simple nod of her head.
He waited not a second longer, he gripped her hand in his and turned on his heel to leave.
The parking lot was well lit as he began walking toward his bike. She balked and began tugging on her hand. The stroke of frustration he felt damn near alarmed him. What the fuck? What the hell was wrong with him tonight?
“I need my car—it’s over there.” She pointed as she continued to try to pull free.
Her words calmed him down a notch, just enough to let go of her hand, which was the last thing he wanted to do at this point. But as he trailed her toward her vehicle, he realized that he didn’t trust that she’d follow him to the hotel. Although he had no idea why exactly, he felt the need to at least nail down her phone number.
As she deactivated the locking system on a two-door, late model coupe, he whipped his phone out of his pocket. “Give me a number in case you get lost.”
As she settled herself gracefully behind the wheel, she lifted her face up to his. “I know where the Holiday Inn is, dude.”
Smart-assed little girl. “I want your number—so sue me.”
She lifted a single brow as she eyed him, but conceded by rattling off ten digits as fast as humanly possible.
As he positioned himself in front of her door so she couldn’t close it, he keyed in those ten numbers and pressed send just to make sure she wasn’t fucking with him.
Her phone began ringing but she made no move to pull it from the tiny bag that hung over her shoulder. Her eyes stared up at him, challenging him. “So it’s all good, yeah? You want to get this moving along now, please?”
What the fuck? She wanted to blow into his life and then take off again that fucking quickly? He felt almost used—but goddamn, if it was all he could get, he’d take it. He reached down and lifted her chin with one finger to let her know he was dead serious about this. “Follow me.”
She jerked her head away from him and said combatively, “I will.”
He stared at her for a few seconds before shutting her door. He turned and walked to his bike like he didn’t give a shit, but he felt a bolt of heat as nerves tracked down his spine. Would she follow him? He didn’t like to admit that her disinterest was stressing him somewhat. He wasn’t a perfect guy, shit, he knew that, but she’d started it with him tonight by staring at him like she wanted to suck him off.
As he pulled onto the street, her headlights were behind him.
As he pulled into the hotel parking lot, her headlights were still behind him.
He parked and walked to her car where she climbed out.
The lobby was quiet at this time of night and she hung back while he secured a room. In silence, they went up together. With his hand behind her back, he ushered her into the room, flipping the deadbolt on the door.
It clicked loudly into place, jarring the otherwise silent room. A rush of infinite satisfaction lodging in his throat, he turned to face her. Recognizing the need that was blazing a path straight to his cock, he knew there wasn’t a chance in hell that he’d be able to wait.
With dedicated purpose, he took one step forward, almost unable to believe that he was finally going to get to fuck this chick.
****
Whitney didn’t even notice the hotel room. As she took a deep breath and turned around, all she was capable of seeing was Ty, a complete stranger really, moving toward her with controlled, precise steps that would have him in her personal space within seconds.
Her heart beat loudly in her ears as the seconds passed. She swallowed hard; his hands landed on her shoulders as he pulled her into him. Her chest slammed into his and with a whoosh of air, the oxygen was expelled from her lungs. Her eyes flew to his and she found them staring down at her, the molten heat scorching through her. Hot and brown, his eyes were like dark chocolate she wanted to drown in. She tried to breathe, tried to calm down, tried like hell to quit thinking about dropping to her knees and pressing her face directly into his junk. She wanted it that much.
He was that hot and her crazy idea of revenge against her ex slipped completely from her mind because all she could focus on was Ty and the hot bulge of his cock as he pressed his hips against her.
How many times had she thought about him? How many times had she wondered where he was and who he was with? How many times had she fantasized about him when she’d been with her ex?
None of that shit mattered anymore. Today was now and guess what? She was finally going to find out if Tyler Copeland was w
orth all the time she’d wasted thinking about him.
****
Thank fuck he’d jacked off in the shower tonight. If he hadn’t, he’d never be able to get a climax out of the girl before he popped off. Just the feel of his hands curving over her shoulders was causing a drop of pre-cum to squeeze out against his will. Shit, it was going to be good. He’d always known that it would be—if he could just catch her for a bit.
Well, he had her now and his body was going on automatic pilot—his dick in full control of his actions. His fingers tightened over her creamy skin, his thumbs rubbing against her collarbones.
He held her eyes as his hands slid closer to her neck, his thumbs coming together to press lightly against her windpipe.
Her eyes flared and then slipped closed, her eyelashes fluttering in agitation. Lust hit him hard, gripping him by the throat and making his own eyes shut. He leaned in and kissed her, savoring the taste of her lips and the scent that lingered around her before pushing his tongue inside.
Yeah, he wanted to push inside, wanted to push inside every way that he possibly could. It was almost as if his dream was coming true—even if it was just a wet dream from his fantasies. But still, his cock was as hard as a rock and if he was going to make it without embarrassing himself by spilling it before it was time, then he needed to make her come and damn soon. Sure, there had been times in the past when he couldn’t have cared less if he made a woman come—but this wasn’t one of those times.
It was imperative that she come first—it had to happen—it was that damn important to him. Unable to control his actions, he hands slid down and he gripped her at the waist and then he lifted her off her feet and spun her around, dropping her to the foot of the bed.
She began to shimmy up the mattress and away from him, but he grabbed her by the ankle and pulled her back. “Where you going, sweetheart?”