She giggles again, and if anything, my hunger grows even more just from hearing the sound.
“Yes, we’re almost there. Especially at this pace.”
I turn and look at her with a wide grin. “Should we race? First one there gets a blowjob?”
There’s a weird look in her eye, and for a second, I’m worried that she’s offended. I’m obviously joking about the blowjob.
Kind of.
Then suddenly, she’s off, blowing past me as she sprints towards the hotel. She’s fast. Those long-ass legs are a sight to see. The glowing tan she got in Spain just betters the view of her from behind.
But I’m right on top of her, touching and grabbing skin wherever I can. Her giggles spur me on. We’re minutes from the hotel. I grab her right before we get to the entrance, spinning her around so we’re eye to eye. There is usually grief hidden within her gaze most of the time since we’ve reunited, but not now.
In this moment, there’s only need, and that’s something I know how to work with.
Our breath, heightened by the run, meets between us, until it stops altogether when I crash my mouth against hers. There’s no thought, no chance to stop, and no way I’ll let her change her mind. I lick into her mouth as if she’s better than anything I’ve tasted before, and it’s the truth. I’m drunk on Valentina, consumed by everything about her. The sweet hint of vanilla, strawberries, and sex suck me in.
It’s so fucking good.
I want to savor every bite until I can have it all—all of her.
My arms hold her prisoner against the outside wall of the hotel. It’s mercifully quiet right now, thank fucking heavens. Because there’s no hiding my reaction to her when we’re this close, and I’m not ashamed of it. She grinds against me unashamedly.
“Keep it up, Princess, and this will be over before it starts,” I warn her, licking her earlobe. She turns her head so that our lips brush together.
“We wouldn’t want that.”
Her breath floats into my mouth when she talks, and I take in everything. Fuuuck, I’m so done—lost to her in every way. She sighs and rotates in my arms until we’re pressed chest to chest, hip-to-hip. I move even closer, eliminating the slightest notion of separation. There’s not much more to ask for in life after her arms reach up and close around my neck. Michelangelo could fucking come back from the dead and be standing behind me, and I wouldn’t know it.
My only thought is getting her in bed, or against the wall, or anywhere I have the chance to get in her.
She’s staring at my mouth with heavy lids. When her tongue makes an appearance, tracing along the line of her bottom lip, I lose all sense of time and ready myself to dive into her.
Fuck. I roll my hard dick into her stomach. She feels so good. I hear the twitter of laughter close by just then, and it brings me back to the fact that I’m grinding against the love of my existence against the wall of the very public hotel.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
It’s time to go inside. “Let’s recreate this piece of heaven inside, Princess,” I tell her, speaking against her throat, even as I continue to brush kisses against the softest fucking skin I’ve ever felt.
She throws her head back and laughs. “That’s your worst pick-up line yet.”
My fingers sink into her hair, gripping to hold her in place as I scrape my teeth up her neck. “Is it working?”
“Yes. But I’m pretty sure you could say anything and I would be turned on right now,” she admits in that same breathless voice that is threatening to drive me out of my mind.
I take a deep breath to try and control myself. “Okay. We need to go inside. Right now,” I growl as I scoop her up in my arms and march through the front entrance.
People can think what they fucking want. As long as the cops don’t interrupt what’s about to happen, I could care less.
Valentina tucks her face into my neck as I march through the lobby. People are staring and whispering, but Valentina decides that now is the right time to trace the skin on my neck with her tongue, so honestly, I’ve got other things to concentrate on.
The elevator is a lesson in self-control, and I feel like I deserve an Olympic medal for surviving this long without ravishing her.
For the hundredth time since we’ve reunited, I wonder how I ever lived without her.
It takes me fifty years to find the key card in my pocket, and finally, Valentina has to get hers out of her purse because it’s taking me so long. She luckily doesn’t comment on the fact that it’s how much my hands are shaking that’s holding all of this up.
I fucking love this girl.
We get inside, and I’m ready to throw down in the front entryway floor if need be.
To my surprise however, she says, “Kiss me slow.”
And that’s it, I’m kissing her slow. I grind against her sweet body and swallow her answering groan. She feels more than amazing. She’s right here with me too, her gorgeous gold eyes blurred with lust as her pupils expand. The pulse in her neck fascinates me, as it beats with the fast rise and fall of her chest. She touches my cheek, brushing her fingers over my mouth.
“I want this all over me. Now.”
Our lips part in unison when I roll against her again. Like there’s too much to say, and not enough time to fit all of it in.
“This time, there won’t be an ending. It will be you and me. And them. Forever and ever. And no matter where you go…I will find you and we’ll be together. Do you understand me?”
Drawing her bottom lip into her mouth, she sucks on it. Fuck, I need this girl. At this moment, I don’t care about any of the shit that’s happened in the past or how she broke my heart. Or the fact that I’m hopelessly fucked up and being together forever will probably involve me begging her to forgive me over and over again.
None of it matters, because right now, with her against me, a blush crawling up her chest, I want her as I’ve never wanted any other woman before.
She nods, and it’s like my soul relaxes in relief.
Her lip pops free from where she’s biting it, and I’m on it. I want to devour her, but I take small bites instead, slow and steady, alternating between her top and bottom, nip, suck, and pull. Moving into a slow glide of my mouth against hers, she opens for me in an invitation, and I accept. This kiss is me challenging her to let me in, let me be with her and make her feel more in one moment than she has in the last ten years.
When I pull back, her lips are swollen and her eyes are soft. My gut clenches, and I kiss her again, long and hard. We’re tangled up, tongues, hands, arms, and legs.
It’s almost too much, and the urge to rip away the barriers and pound into her tight, willing body is crushing. I want to hear her scream my name, but I promised slow, and I won’t ever break a promise to her.
Everything about her, about this, is overwhelming. The low moans that I take in and reciprocate with my own, the sweet taste of her mouth, warm honeyed vanilla, and her body pressed into mine. Concentrating on her hands, I follow them along my back, pulling up and then raking under my T-shirt. She digs into my back and holds on.
Sweet fucking hell, she hasn’t a clue what she does to me.
Or maybe she does, and it’s a game—she’s toying with me until I break.
I’ll willingly lose whatever she wants.