Her quick intake of breath is audible.
“Hmm?” I push my hips into her.
“No. Not worried.”
Good, I think, wrapping a hand around her neck and taking her mouth prisoner with mine. I kiss her firmly and desperately, letting her know how much I need her. Fuck, does she even know? Can she even comprehend the way I need to feel her bare skin against mine?
I break the kiss and back into the suite, tugging her with me. I meet her eyes and show her the truth of my words in my gaze, because I mean every f**king bit of it.
“Leave it,” I demand sharply. “All the client bullshit, all the money, and all the obligations. Leave it in the motherfucking elevator and tell me you want me. Tell me you want me to f**k you so hard the only thing you’ll be able to scream by the end of the night is my name.”
She says nothing, just stares at me, her cheeks flushing.
“Say it!” I pull her closer, harshly, demandingly.
“I want you!” Her voice is small but strong. “Fucking hell. I shouldn’t but I do. I want you.”
“How badly?”
“Don’t push it.”
I dig my fingers into her skin and lower my face. “How f**king badly?”
“So bad that if you don’t kiss me right this f**king second I might hit you!”
My lips crash into hers with the ferocity I feel inside. I need this woman naked and I need my c**k inside her. There will be nothing slow or loving about this. There’s too much rawness for this to be anything but intense and hard. There’s too much time passed. Too much desperation to feel completeness once more.
Her fingers find my jacket as I nibble on her bottom lip and she pushes it over my shoulders.
“Want me or need me?” I clarify.
“Shut up and take it off before I rip it off.” There’s a quiet moan in her voice, and a rush goes through me at the thought that she’s as affected by me as I am by her.
“You forgot something.” I unzip her dress, allowing my fingertips to ghost down her spine.
“What’s that?”
“My name.”
She pulls back and her eyes bore into mine. “I’m about to rip your shirt off, Mr. Stone. Are you okay with that?”
My c**k throbs. “Not really.”
“Tough shit.” A smile plays on her lips as she does it anyway.
I push her against the wall and sweep my tongue through her mouth in one long, possessive stroke. So she understands that no other man will ever f**king touch her the way I am right now. The way I plan to. No other man will ever see her come.
She whimpers into my mouth, a sound that makes me kiss her harder. She drops her hands to my belt, and I step back.
“Hell no. Don’t you remember what I said?”
I feel her body tense, from the muscles in her hands grasped by mine to the thigh alongside my own.
My tongue flicks out against her neck with my quiet chuckle. “I’m going to taste you now, Dayton. And I’m going to take my sweet f**king time exploring every bit of that beautiful cunt.”
Her chest rises and falls frantically as I kiss down her neck and across the curve of her br**sts. Her gorgeous, gorgeous tits that are begging to be held in my hands… Later. Right now, I can smell the wetness drenching what she calls panties, and it’s calling to me.
My lips travel down her stomach to the curve of her hip and the turquoise string resting on it. There’s nothing to these panties—fucking nothing at all—and I relish this. She picked these for me. She picked them because she knew I’d like the skimpy material that barely covers any of her.
I brush my finger across the material covering the mound above her folds and hook the tip beneath it.
“I like these. I hope you asked her for more than one pair.”
I run my finger across the side and tug hard. The material frays then rips, falling away from her body and exposing the most intimate part of her to me the way it should be.
“Nope. Just that one.”
“Order more.” I lightly blow on her mound, smiling at the shiver that runs through her body at the sensation. She pushes her hips forward in a silent beg for my mouth against her ready flesh.
I slowly run my hands across her thighs, savoring the silky feel of her skin beneath my palms, and hook her legs over my shoulders just like I once promised I would. I never break a f**king promise, especially not where Dayton and her pu**y are concerned.
“Please,” she whimpers, hooking her ankles behind my back.
I squeeze her tight ass, moving my mouth infinitesimally closer to her. “Are you begging?”
“No.”
I run my nose along her thigh, pausing just before I reach the spot she’s dying for me to touch her at.
“Are you begging?” I ask again, a hardness in my voice that demands a real answer.
“Yes,” she gasps. “I’m f**king begging you!”
I stretch my tongue out and slowly run it across her slit, from her ass to the tip of her clit. I find her ready channel and flick my tongue inside it, her juices covering my tongue as I do. She tastes…
“Fuck,” I moan, running my tongue along her again. I forgot this, this f**king incredible feeling of her against my mouth. “You taste amazing.”
Her answering cry is music to my ears. I push her legs open even farther and continue my exploration of her pu**y. She clenches her muscles beneath my fingertips and pushes her hips into my face. Small moans and cries fall repeatedly from between her lips, and I glance up.
Her eyes are closed, her lips parted. Her cheeks are flushed and rosy, and I can feel how close to the edge she is. I want to take her there. I want her to fall apart on my tongue.
“Dayton,” I growl as I touch my thumb to her clit.
It has the desired effect as she explodes into my mouth and tugs on my hair and cries out loudly. I flex my tongue against her until she’s calm, but her body is still quivering with the aftereffects of her orgasm when I lower her legs to my waist and stand.
Cupping her ass with my hand, I reach between us and position the end of my c**k against her wet opening. The urge to slide inside her right now, to bury myself right to the hilt and feel her warmth around me is so strong. Instead, I hold back, teasing both of us with the gentle rubbing of my head against her.
“For the love of God, Aaron,” Dayton breathes out, “just f**k me already!”
“You asked for it,” I say as I close my lips over hers and push inside her with ease.
Her pu**y walls clench around me, and it’s like f**king heaven being inside her. Everything I remember and so, so much f**king more.