“What are you doing?” she asked, unable to believe how hot the feel of a man’s tongue through her t-shirt was making her.
His answer was to let go of the breast underneath the I-G-L and move on to the one underneath the F-I-E. The cool air hit the now damp breast he’d abandoned, making for a heady contrast of hot and cold as he paid the same wet attention to her other breast. He tugged at it through the t-shirt with long, insistent sucks, and she could feel her pussy clenching in response. “Suro,” she moaned.
He stood up straight, his normally cool eyes now ablaze with heat as he took in the outline of her nipples highlighted through the wet spots he made on her shirt.
“Not good enough,” he said.
He picked her up.
“Where are you taking me?” she asked, coming out of her sexual daze enough to be alarmed.
He didn’t respond, but he walked so swiftly toward the back of the suite that she soon got her answer.
He opened a door to reveal a bathroom and a hot tub roiling with heated water.
“So that was where he was when I came in,” she thought to herself.
And that was all she had time to think before he unexpectedly let her go, dropping her into the tub, fully clothed.
She came up from underneath the water sputtering, but then she saw what he saw in the bathroom mirror. Her heavy breasts were now completely on display through the wet material of her t-shirt, down to her dark aureoles.
She gasped and looked up at Suro, who was already in the process of taking off his pants and underwear.
“I can’t believe you—“ she started.
“We’re done talking,” he said.
“But—“
He sheathed himself in a condom and climbed into the tub. “We’re done talking,” he said again, pulling her into his arms.
And this time when she opened her mouth to protest her dunking, his was right there to swallow her words in a long kiss that blazed hotter than the water in the tub.
He was right, she thought, as she helplessly kissed him back. They were done talking.
He took off her shorts, but not her panties. Then he moved them to a nearby ledge, where he sat down before positioning her to face him with one leg on each side of his hips, so she could feel his erection against her drenched, panty covered slit.
But he wasn’t done with her t-shirt. He pushed it up from the bottom, until the front half rested above her now soaked breasts, exposing them in a way that felt impossibly erotic with hot water swirling around their bottom halves. She could actually feel his erection swell larger against her womanhood, and she groaned when he once again took her breast into his mouth, sucking on it so hard it blurred the line between pleasure and pain.
And then just when she thought it couldn’t get any more intense, he moved the crotch of her panties and he was inside of her, long and hard and completely embedded, so her clit rubbed against the top of his shaft every time he surged into her.
She squeezed her eyes shut and tried to stay in control. But there were too many sensations happening at once. The moving water, his hands on her breasts, his manhood all the way up to her womb.
She let out a helpless moan, trying to hold on, but then he stopped kissing her and said, “Let go.”
And she came apart, slamming her hand down on the edge of the tub several times, as the orgasm rocked through her. And he must have been waiting for her to submit to her climax, because he came soon after with an explosion of words she couldn’t understand as he throbbed to completion inside of her.
CHAPTER 9
THE next morning, Suro woke up late for only the second time that year. But this time, he wasn’t alone. When he rolled over, he found the woman who had been haunting his dreams for over three months, her pretty face covered in a curtain of long dreadlocks.
For a moment his heart lifted, thinking she had actually stayed on purpose. But then he remembered. She still hadn’t received her money. It had been the only thing that had brought her to his hotel room the night before and probably was the only thing keeping her there now.
As if to confirm his suspicions, she came awake with a start. “What? Where am I?”
She fully sat up in bed when she saw Suro. “Oh, no,” she said, covering herself up with the white sheet.
And though he had a reputation for maintaining his cool no matter what, Suro suddenly found himself saying, his voice tight with anger, “Don’t hide yourself from me.”
She drew the sheet up further as if his words only made her want to hide from him more. “I know I work at a strip club, but I’m not a stripper. I’m not all that great at sitting around naked in broad daylight.”
Somehow her soft words calmed his angry heart. He reached out and lowered the hand she had clenched around the sheet. “I want to see you,” he said.
The sheet fell away from her plump breasts and Suro felt himself getting hard again. She angered him like no other woman he had ever known, not even his ex-wife. But the sight of her pleased him, made him want things he’d taught himself to go without, like companionship, and a woman waiting for him when he got home from a job.
“Are you okay?” she asked.
He didn’t answer. Mostly because he didn’t know himself. Every day he wondered what he was doing here in Chicago, obsessing over this woman.
She studied him with real worry in her eyes. “Sometimes you get this look, like you’ve got the weight of the world on your shoulders. Do you want to talk about it?”
His nickname in the world of assassins was “The Silence.” And it was well earned. For as long as he could remember, he’d never wanted to talk to anyone about anything, except for this one black woman who had somehow slipped under his skin.
He abruptly got out of bed. “I’ll order us breakfast.”
“I’m sorry,” she said behind him. He could hear her scrambling out of bed to gather her clothing, which they’d hung across two chairs to dry the night before. “My father always said I was too nosy. I shouldn’t have asked. You don’t have to order breakfast. I can make myself some when I get home.”
“I’m leaving town on business tonight and won’t be back until the Friday after next,” he told her.
He watched her carefully, but couldn’t tell if she was happy or merely surprised when she said, “Oh.”
“Have breakfast with me. Then I’ll give you your money and you can go.”
He didn’t wait for her answer before picking up the phone and putting in a breakfast order big enough for two people.