“Are you stopping to use the restroom?”
He turns off the truck and turns to me with lustful eyes. “Will you spend the night with me, Bailey?”
My head starts nodding all on its own.
“Yes.”
My heart is thumping in my chest as we get out and head to the front door.
A porter comes up to Roman and asks if we have any bags. They start talking when the rumbling sound of motorcycles catches my attention. I turn and see three guys on motorcycles suddenly pull over on the side of the highway. They have leather biker vests on and are pointing at Roman.
No, it can’t be. They’re pointing at the hotel.
But something doesn’t feel right in my gut as they stare. When they get back on their bikes and ride away, I see Lone Wolf Mercenaries written on their backs.
“They have a room for us,” Roman says as the porter rushes off. “A nice one overlooking the mountains.”
All of my worries quickly gets replaced by excitement as I imagine all of the incredible firsts that are going to happen in the next twenty-four hours.
This is the first time I’ll ever be with a man. I’ve never had sex and I hadn’t even kissed a boy until an hour ago, which seems unusual since I’m twenty, but makes perfect sense now that I know I was waiting for my mate.
I was waiting for Roman.
As he takes my hand and brings me into the hotel, I realize the wait is over.
The room is perfect and so is he. It’s a gorgeous suite with a stunning view of the mountains and most importantly, a nice big bed in the middle of the room.
Roman started running a bath as soon as we checked out the bathroom and now it’s almost full.
The sound of running water is replacing all of the unsaid words between us.
A million thoughts are racing through my head at the same time. How do we do this? What is the protocol?
Roman disappears into the bathroom and the sound of the running water stops. He has no shirt on when he comes back out.
My heart starts doing little flips as I drag my eyes all over his muscular torso. His skin is tanned and tight over each hulking muscle from his shoulders, to his massive chest, to his abs that I would kill to drag my tongue over.
“I’m taking a bath,” he says in a deep scratchy voice that’s full of want and need.
“Okay.” My voice is as high-pitched as a cartoon chipmunk.
“I want you to join me.”
“But I don’t have my bathing suit.”
He grins, trying not to laugh at me. “I know.”
I swallow hard as he starts walking up to me, his fiery eyes burning into mine. I feel so small. So vulnerable. So freaking turned on.
He stops in front of me, his huge hard body within touching distance. Within kissing distance. He smells so good. Why are my legs suddenly feeling like they’re made of jelly?
“Bailey,” he grumbles in that low sexy drawl. “I want you. Naked. In the tub. Now.”
My eyes widen as I look up at him.
“But I—”
He crushes his lips to mine, kissing me hard until I’m standing on my curled toes and desperate for him. I whimper when he finally lets go. My heart is hammering in my chest. My pussy is throbbing.
“No more talking. It’s time to get undressed.”
My eyes drop to his hands as he unbuckles his belt. He opens everything up and then lets his jeans fall to his ankles.
Wow, that’s big…
I can’t stop staring at his long thick erection straining against his boxer briefs. That can’t be real…
He gently puts his fingers under my chin and lifts my head until I’m looking into his eyes once again.
“You see how hard you make me, Bailey? Only my mate can get my cock aching like this. Only you can turn me on this much.”
I gulp as I look back down at it, marveling that I’m the one making it harden like a rock.
“The time for control is over,” he says in a low dominant voice. “The time to take these clothes off your sweet sexy body is here.”
I just stand there, too in shock to do anything else.
“I’m going to be in the bath,” he says as he leans down and kisses me softly on the lips. “Don’t make me wait too long.”
My eyes are locked on his big hulking back as he walks to the bathroom.
“Holy hell…” I whisper when he slides his boxer briefs down and steps out of them. His perfect ass is as hard as the rest of him.
He grins at me over his round shoulder and then disappears inside.
My pulse starts racing. Every nerve in my body is tingling and on full alert.
I feel my cheeks heat up as I look around the empty room in a panic. What the hell should I do?