Violet pulls back with a sigh. "It's a million miles back to the apartment."
"Ever come in a taxicab?"
She blushes.
"A limo?"
She shakes her head.
"Good thing we have a room." I point to the hotel next door.
Her eyes light up. She drags her hand to my palm and squeezes tight. "Okay, I'm not smooth. Hurry up. I need to fuck you." With her free hand, she tugs at my tie. "It's wrong how hot you look in your suit."
"Is it?"
She nods. "You look like the kind of guy I'd bring home to meet my parents."
"We just had dinner with your parents."
"And you were perfect, and sweet, and you didn't even blink at Mom dropping all those hints about how it would be okay if I moved out." Her brow furrows the way it does when she's making a decision. Then she shakes her head. "Less talk, more sex."
I'm not arguing with that.
I pull our room key from the pocket of my slacks, slide my arm around her waist, and lead her through the lobby. It's a nice hotel, but I can't say I notice anything about the decor.
The only thing I see is Violet—
The need in her green eyes.
The flush spreading over her cheeks and chest.
The way her tight purple dress— the exact shade of her graduation robe—hugs her curves.
The elevator doors open.
I whisk her inside and pin her to
the wall. I don't even check to make sure we're alone.
My tongue claims her mouth. My hand slides under her skirt and over the curve of her ass.
Violet groans, shifting her hips against mine.
Nobody is coughing or telling us to get the fuck off each other. We must be alone.
Either way—
I pull her closer as she grinds against me. Fuck, the friction is divine. My cock is screaming to be inside her.
Not yet.
Not until she's begging me for it.
The elevator dings and she pulls back.
We are alone in here.
Violet lets out a needy sigh. "Ethan…" Her expression is a plea.