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I shake my head as I hold the card key up to the room’s panel. He is dense. Distance is very necessary tonight. I’m hanging by a thin thread, vacillating between resisting him and giving up because I can’t recall why I should.
The door opens and he enters behind me, then locks the door. “You don’t have to sleep on the fucking floor, Aubrey. I wouldn’t make a move on you knowing it’s not what you want.”
Not what I want? I scoff, incredulous as I barely notice the solitary bed in the room before facing him. I want him so bad it’s driving me insane. It’s my waning resistance that I’m clinging to that’s holding me up. I shouldn’t want him. “That’s not the problem—”
He runs his hands through his hair, irked by my reply. “You seriously don’t feel anything for me?”
I open and close my mouth, torn between the urge to yell at him and argue that I do. Stating my desire is too far of a step to commit to. I go for the stupider impulse instead.
I lower my hands and run to him. He catches me clumsily as I reach up to slide my hand to the back of his neck. I crush my lips to his before he can utter a single word, but his reply comes instantly anyway.
With a grunt of surprise, then a hungry growl, he moves his hands from my hips up over my back, securing me flush against him. Every point of touch between us lights me up. My skin tingles from the electric force of his mouth pressing against mine. Desire flares hotter, urging me to sling my arms around his shoulders, then his neck. Slammed against him, not an inch remains between us, but it isn’t enough.
I kiss him harder, relishing the way he gives as good as he gets, as though any separation would be a crime. I fist his hair and pull him lower so I can slip my tongue between his lips, and he compromises. Both of his hands cup my ass, and he hoists me up with ease.
I mewl, still needing more. I want it all. We’re hurdling too fast, mutually giving in to this potent lust, this magnetic attraction, and I know it’ll be over too soon. For as horny as I am, as impatient as I feel, I don’t care. It’s already been too long since I had this insufferable man, I want whatever I can get.
He has to feel the same. The hard bulge in his pants proves it. When he lowers himself to the bed with me in his arms, he shows me how frantic he is too. His fingers are clumsy, clawing at my clothes. His breath comes quick in pants that rival mine. I’ll catch my breath later. Without breaking our kiss for more than a second or two to accommodate the rushed and ripping removal of our clothes, I fumble to reveal his erection and stroke him.
“Wait.” He hisses as I spread my thumb in the liquid at the tip.
I shake my head, lifting my hips as he backs up and removes my panties. The distance he imposes makes me lose hold of him. I sit up and pout, but he doesn’t go far. He keeps close, diving down and wedging my legs apart with his shoulders as he crawls close to the ache between my legs.
I feel exposed because of the air touching me where I’m already wet for him. His stare remains locked on mine as he dips his face and closes his mouth over me, sucking and licking with his greedy lips and tongue.
“Oh!” I flinch at the sudden and intense pressure. This was exactly what I wanted, precisely what I was trying to tell myself I didn’t need. But I do. “Oh…”
He’s too fast, too eager. I’m soon thrusting my hips to meet his ministrations, and with his gaze still trapped on mine as he goes down on me, he reaches up to grip my ass cheeks, keeping me in place so he can make me come faster.
I could tell it would be fast, but not at warp speed like this. It’s heady. It’s thrilling. And I’m helpless to crash in a shattering climax. He keeps licking and sucking as I ride the waves of pleasure, but when he nips my clit to push me further into these all-consuming sensations, I cry out loudly.
“Shh.” He retreats from my sensitive flesh, leaving me quivering on the mattress as he crawls up and covers me.
Shh? No. “Don’t shush me,” I argue between breaths. I hug him close and widen my legs for his hard length to line up to my entrance. He might want me to be quiet for the sake of the other guests at the hotel, but that’s not possible. Now that I’m giving in—again—I want to revel in the way he makes me feel.
“They’re in the next room,” he whispers as I lock my ankles behind his ass. I push my hips toward him, bumping his tip, and he growls. I do it again, and his head pushes against me, widening me for him. Once more, as he thrusts in deep, and I match him with another lurch up to meet him, and he’s inside me, stretching me and making me feel so full and complete.
“Fuck!” he shouts, betraying his need to be quiet.
And as the night turns to morning, I lose track of who’s louder.
Chapter 21
Dalton
I wake up with Aubrey nestled against my side. Before I fully give up my hold on sleep, I breathe deeply and enjoy the simple comfort of the warm woman lying with me. All night, we defied the idea of her sleeping on the floor. I would’ve taken that spot before she could. When I demanded to know if she wanted me or not, I felt like I was losing my mind trying to figure her out. It was far easier to think about what she wanted than what I might want.
Was I running from commitment? Yes.
Was it becoming more and more clear that Aubrey was someone I wanted to stick with? Again, yes.
The moment she cracked and kissed me, she showed me just how much she wanted me. All night long, we proved our connection was strong no matter how much we liked to argue. I’m not under any illusion that having sex will make either of us more emotionally available to having a relationship. Screwing over and over again doesn’t change the fact that my home is in New York and hers is—or was—in California. Many details stand between us, and as I lie here still groggy and too content to wake her up, I wonder what will cause us to bicker and seek distance today.
My phone rings, jarring me from all my thoughts. I glance at Aubrey, panicked. She looks so peaceful sleeping in. I don’t want to bother her too early. We didn’t get wasted last night, but I feel a bit of a headache. I wouldn’t say I’m hungover, but Aubrey is smaller than me and drank more. She might not feel so great, so it’s with great haste and care I slip out of bed to tend to my phone.
I’ve been waiting on calls from staff in my office, and assuming it’s likely one of them contacting me to update me on a sale or pending negotiation, I answer without checking the screen.
“Hello?” Damn, I sound rough. I clear my throat. “Hello,” I repeat, hoping I sound like the boss I’m supposed to be.
