Page 34 of Walk of Shame
And I want it too.
The chime for our floor finally dings, and the moment is over, and we’re leaving the crowded car for the emptiness of the hallway.
I hope this isn’t in my imagination. He’s like a dream. Everything I’ve ever wanted, ever needed.
We walk down the hall, and he opens the door with the keycard, and we enter a room that’s a replica of mine.
Now that I’ve made the first move, and the seal is broken, I find I’m unsure what to do next. I go stand by the balcony’s sliding glass doors. He’s left them open, and the warm tropical air brushes over my skin. He comes up behind me, cupping my shoulders, before skimming down the length of my arms, making goose bumps rise in his wake.
With one hand he sweeps my hair over a shoulder and brushes his lips down the curve of my neck, soft and unhurried.
My core tenses, my nipples pull tight.
The strength of my lust almost frightens me. Because I’m starting to fear the worst, that I’m falling too hard and too fast.
Against the shell of my ear, he says, “I can hear you thinking.”
“I’m nervous,” I admit, content to tell him the truth.
His hand wraps around my waist, and he presses an open-mouthed kiss to my throat. His tongue sweeps against my skin, making me gasp. “Why?”
I lick my lips. I can tell him things. I don’t need to hide my feelings. After so many years of playing it cool, of pretending, it’s a luxury I don’t take for granted. “The first time I didn’t know what it would be like between us, but now I know what I’m in store for.”
His fingers work the hem of my dress up my thighs. “And what are you in store for?”
I lean against him, seeping into his strong frame. “You’re going to rock my world. I’m going to be left sweaty and shaken.”
“And satisfied.” He squeezes my bare thigh. “Open for me, Ash.”
I spread my legs, and he traces the edge of my panties, white cotton and skimpy, and I moan.
“You leave me shaken too.” Slow, tortuous movements, back and forth, along the fabric seam, never going any farther.
I arch, desperate for him to go to where I need him so bad. “I do?”
Is that breathless, needy voice mine?
“Yes.” He works his way into the hem, sliding over my bare skin. His tongue presses into my pounding pulse. “I didn’t expect you either. I’m just grateful. I’m not going to question my good fortune.”
His fingers dip farther, and when he brushes over my clit I groan. It’s been an eternity since he touched me, and I’ve been waiting forever.
“You’re so wet, Ash.”
“For you.”
“Give me your mouth.” His voice is gruff, rasping along my skin. Driving me crazy.
I turn my head, lifting my chin, my lips already parted. The second our mouths meet, playtime is over.
We’re alone.
There’s nobody to stop us.
To interrupt.
And like our first night together, we go at it like we’re prisoners of war being fed our first meal.
His fingers begin a fast, relentless circle over the needy bud between my legs.