Fated Hearts (Southern Bride 8)

“We need…to leave,” she shouted over the roar of the nightclub.

I slowly drew back and looked down into her eyes. “If we go back to the hotel room right now, Annalise, I’m going to strip that dress off of you and fuck you until you’re so damn exhausted your body can’t even move.”

Her mouth fell open slightly before she closed it, swallowed hard, and then whispered what I thought was a yes.

“Is that a yes, you do want me to take you back to the room?”

Her head bobbed up and down. “Yes. I desperately want and need for you to take me back to the room. Now!”

Clasping her hand in mine, I pulled her through the nightclub and to the exit.

Once outside, my pounding heart competed with the bass of the music drifting through the entrance.

“Wait,” Annalise said, yanking me to a stop. Shit, if she told me that we needed to slow down, I was going to have to go take a very cold shower.

“Shouldn’t we let the others know we’re leaving?”

I stared at her like she’d lost her damn mind. “I think it’s okay, Annalise. I highly doubt they’ll miss us.”

A smile appeared on her face, followed by a slight blush on her cheeks. My God, she was the most beautiful woman I had ever laid eyes on. I couldn’t wait to see where else on her body she blushed.

She giggled. “Right. Let’s go.”

I pressed my hand to her lower back and guided her away from the club and around the corner to the elevators. It was getting harder and harder to ignore the way my body reacted anytime I came in contact with Annalise. Honestly, it should have scared the living hell out of me. But now was not the time to worry about it, so I pushed it aside.

I motioned for another couple to step into the elevator ahead of us. They did and stood off to the side. When Annalise and I stepped in, it was as if the other couple suddenly had blinders on. They embraced and started kissing.

Annalise’s mouth dropped open and her eyes went wide as she pulled her gaze from the couple to me. All I could do was wink and fight the urge to show that stupid bastard the correct way to kiss a woman senseless. No, what I wanted to do to the woman standing beside me needed to be done in private.

The elevator descended and finally stopped on our floor. The ding of the door opening caused the other couple to stop sucking face to see what floor it was. As we walked out of the elevator, I glanced back to see the guy lifting the girl and pushing her against the wall.

Annalise gasped. “Oh, my gosh, are they going to…?”

“Fuck in the elevator?” I asked.

“Yes. Are they?”

Laughing, I tugged her a bit faster. “Pretty damn bold if they are.”

“Here, I’ve got my key.”

I heard the sound of the door unlocking, and it made me pause for the slightest moment. I put my hand on the handle, turned it, but barely cracked the door open. Looking down at Annalise, I asked, “Are you sure? We don’t have to do this.”

She smiled up at me as she placed her hand on the side of my face. “I want to do this. I think I’ve wanted you since the moment you jumped out of the bed naked.”

Smiling, I dipped my head and kissed her quickly before fully opening the door. We probably needed to go over some things before we did anything. Like the fact that we would most likely never see one another again after the next day or two.

I stepped back from her and tried to think straight. Her kisses had left me shaken.

Clearing my throat, I motioned for her to walk in and said, “We both need to agree there are no strings attached. We don’t ask personal questions.”

Annalise nodded. “I agree, it has to be no strings. No personal information.”

When the door clicked shut, she faced me. All she had to do was smile, and I was lost to her. She dropped her purse, and we both took a step toward one another, within touching distance. Her hands were everywhere on me. Pulling my shirt out of my pants, fumbling with the buttons on my shirt, all while I attempted to unzip the dress she had on.

“The fuck, is this thing Roger-proof?” I asked, tugging on the zipper.

Giggling, she reached behind her back and slid it down with ease. “You need to use gentle hands.”

My cock instantly got harder in my pants if that was at all possible.

I pulled my shirt open, and buttons flew everywhere. Annalise let out a squeal, but then sobered when I reached for her dress and pushed it off her shoulders and down her stunningly perfect body. It pooled at her feet, leaving her dressed in only a black bra and black lace panties.