"Of course. Thanks for your help." I wrapped my arm around Vivian's shoulders and glanced down at her. "I'm sorry. That was stupid."
"It's okay. I'm just glad you weren't hurt. That was fucking scary." She ran her fingers down her face. "I'm thinking ice cream another time. I need my bed and a good love story on TV."
I forced a laugh and moved us out of the alley back into the fray. I wanted to make a joke about joining her, but from what I could tell, it wasn't the time. She was shaken, and I should have been. The adrenaline pumping through me wouldn't let me feel anything but a deep need to protect the beautiful girl tucked against my side.
We walked into the hotel and I released her, enjoying the slight look of disappointment on her regal features.
"Thanks for going with me. That was the best meal I've had in weeks, and the best company I've entertained in years." I rolled my shoulders, feigning meathead masculinity. "Kinda nice to show off my self-defense skills too."
She popped me in the chest playfully and moved in front of me before lifting to her toes and kissing my cheek. "Let's not test those skills again. I didn't like that part very much."
"I know. I was teasing." I touched the side of her face as my blood lit on fire. "I want to kiss you, but you know that, don't you."
She pulled out of my hold and smiled. "Yeah, but it's best if you didn't. A week wouldn't be enough."
"I agree with that." I let my eyes drag down her. "No way I can talk you into coming up for a quick tour of the penthouse?"
"Not for a million bucks. Neither of us would survive a tour. Besides, I've had far too much excitement for one night."
"Then tomorrow. You have my number now. Text me and let's see if our schedules align?" I was pushing, but damn if I couldn't help myself. Every part of me wanted to spend the night in her arms, and her refusal didn't seem to dim that desire, but only make it worse.
"Sounds good. Thanks again, Easton. Good night." She turned and walked toward the elevator.
I stood in stony silence and watched her until she disappeared into the sea of bodies. The need to catch up with her, kick everyone off the elevator, and hit the stop button was almost overwhelming. It would feel so damn good to press her against the wall and run my hands over her curves while tasting the skin of her neck, the tops of her breasts.
Growling low in my chest, I turned and moved toward the stairs efficiently. My body was in need of a long release. It was far overdo, and Viv had sparked something inside of me that wasn't going to lie down and obey with just a long night of sleep.
Taking the stairs two at a time, I let the elevator scene play farther in my head. I would tug her dress up and make love to her mouth as I rocked my hips forward, grinding my cock against her tight stomach as she cried out for me.
The soft skin of her upper thighs and the bottom curve of her rear would be delicious as I turned her around and moved to my knees, tugging her dress up and pressing my tongue against her.
By the time I made it to my room, my heart was racing, my body screaming for me to call her and demand that she come up to my room. It wouldn't go over well, but if she beckoned to me, responded by showing up, there's nothing I wouldn't do to bring her pleasure over and over again.
I typed in the room code wrong three times before finally getting the fucking door open.
The responsible part of me tried hard to chastise myself for talking with Vivian about my company, about connecting any part of our futures together, but I wasn't having it.
"Even if she is bat-shit crazy and hiding it well, I want more of her." I shut the door and worked to get my shirt off as I headed for the shower. Damn if I wasn't panting as I stripped myself and climbed into the shower. Reaching for the soap, I lathered up my hands and pressed my back to the cold tile as a yelp lifted from me.
How I'd gone from not wanting anything to do with her, to pulling her into the center of my darkest fantasies was beyond me, but I was too far lost to need to think on it.
I tightened my hand around the tip of my cock and jerked my hips forward, imagining how tight she would be. I wanted a bit of tension, a fight to take ownership of her, and something told me that she would put up the exact experience I was looking for.
Groans filled the shower as I worked myself to the edge and stopped. Turning, I slid one hand up the shower and closed my eyes, fondling my sack and tugging softly as I imagined her on her knees, her dark blue eyes showing me how hungry she was for more of me.
I pressed forward, crying out at the tension my grasp created. It was nothing compared to the vivid colors of
the vision playing behind my closed eyelids. "Take it, Viv. All of it, baby. Show me how much you want it."
I could almost feel her hands sliding up my thighs as I watched her take my cock into her pretty mouth, tilting her head and forcing more of me inside of her. Sharp nails dug into my lower stomach and I rocked myself in and out of her mouth until I was breathless and dizzy with desire.
She pulled back, her lips puffy and swollen as she licked at them sensually. "I need you to fuck me."
"Yeah you do." I grabbed her hair carefully and tugged her up, loving the way her big breasts bounced for me. "Turn and press yourself against the shower. Hope you like it deep."
"I like it any way you're giving it." She stood and slid her hands up the shower wall, arching her back as I reached out and grabbed onto her hips and pressed myself against her.
"I'm gonna cum," I groaned and pressed myself into her, my hand tightening on my cock as I worked to bring myself to orgasm.