Part 44 (1/2)

My lips curved into a smile as I stuffed the garter in my jacket pocket. ”I don't care how I get you, but tonight, I'm the only one f.u.c.king you, doll.”

”Fine,” she said, standing with her legs shoulder width apart and her arms crossed over her chest.

”I'll give you one out. Kiss me, and if you feel nothing, I'll let you out of the bet.” It could all blow up in my face, but I couldn't be a total p.r.i.c.k. I didn't want her to be an unwilling partic.i.p.ant.

”Just one kiss?” she asked as her face softened.

”Yes,” I said, holding her face in my hand and running my thumb across her bottom lip.

”I'll take you up on that offer, but I don't welsh on my bets.”

”It's your only out. So use it if you need to or else we're going to my room. No more waiting.”

”Come on,” she said, grabbing my hand and pulling me toward the ballroom exit.

I laughed as I followed behind her, letting her lead me into the corridor.

”Over there,” she said as she pointed down the hallway near the elevator bank.

”Anywhere you want, doll.”

The crowd thinned as we walked to a small cutout near the bathrooms.

”Why don't we go outside for a moment? Grab some air,” I said. I didn't want to kiss her outside the bathroom. There were too many wedding guests and it was not s.e.xy at all.

”Are you p.u.s.s.ying out?” she said as she stopped and turned to face me.

”f.u.c.k no. I just don't feel like kissing you outside the bathroom. I've never been a p.u.s.s.y a day in my life.”

”Fine, but f.u.c.k, these shoes are killing me,” she said as she reached down and pulled one off her foot. When she removed the second one, she sighed, closing her eyes like she'd had a weight lifted off her shoulders. She shrank by at least three inches, making me feel even bigger than I was.

”Are you p.u.s.s.ying out?” I asked, teasing her for taking a moment to enjoy the newfound freedom of being shoeless.

”You're f.u.c.king crazy. Just know that, once my lips touch yours, there's no turning back. Come on, Jimmy boy. Show me what you got,” she said as she pushed open the exit door in the hallway.

We stepped outside, into the cool night air, into privacy. The back of the hotel was deserted as the parking lot light flickered above us.

”So now what?” she asked, turning to face me.

I looked down at her, taking in her body before staring into her eyes. I didn't respond as I stepped into her s.p.a.ce and pulled her toward me. Holding her neck with one hand and her back with the other, I molded my body to hers. Pus.h.i.+ng her against the brick facade, I hovered my lips above hers.

Her eyes were wide, the deep blue appearing black in the darkness. Her warm breath tickled my lips as her breathing grew harsh. I waited a moment, letting the antic.i.p.ation build, knowing that the kiss would alter everything. There would be no turning back.

I crushed my lips to hers, feeling the warmth and softness, tasting the Jack as I ran my tongue along the seam of her closed mouth. A small moan from her filled my mouth, causing my d.i.c.k to pulse. Pulling her closer to me, tipping her head back farther with the grip on her neck, I devoured her mouth.

Her hands found their way to my hair, trying to grab hold, but the cropped cut made it impossible. She dug her nails into my neck, kissing me back with such fervor that I knew I had her. Sliding my hand down her dress, I pulled the material between my fingers and hiked it up enough to touch the skin above her knee. Then she broke the kiss, backing away as she stared at me and tried to catch her breath.

Before she could respond or tell me to stop, I plunged my tongue into her mouth, stripping her ability to speak. Her hands found their way into my suit jacket, gripping my back and kneading the muscles just above my a.s.s. I ground myself against her, pinning her against the wall as I kissed her like a man possessed.

The ember of l.u.s.t that had filled my body when I'd first touched her turned into an out-of-control wildfire. She shuddered as my fingers slid up her inner thigh, stopping just outside her panties. I rubbed my finger back and forth, touching the edge where the lace met her soft flesh. Her body grew soft in my arms as she moaned into my mouth.

Not waiting for approval, I pulled the material aside and dipped my fingers into her wetness. I slid my fingers up, circling her c.l.i.t with my index and middle finger. A strangled moan escaped her lips as my touch grew more demanding. She pushed herself against my fingers, wanting more pressure from my touch.

Gliding my fingers down, I inserted a single finger inside her p.u.s.s.y. She was tight, slick, and ready. Her inner walls squeezed against my digit, sucking it farther inside. Moving my thumb to her c.l.i.t, I finger-f.u.c.ked her, bringing her to the brink of o.r.g.a.s.m without breaking the kiss. She held on to my shoulder, digging her nails in so hard that I could feel the pinch through my suit jacket.

Just as her breathing grew more erratic and her p.u.s.s.y clamped down on my finger, I pulled out. She sucked in a breath as her eyes flew open.

”What the f.u.c.k?” she hissed as she glared at me.

”You want to come, doll?” I asked, sticking my finger in my mouth and groaning.

This was just as much of a f.u.c.king tease for me as it was for her. To taste her and feel her against me made my body blaze with need and want, and I wasn't sure one night could extinguish the flame.

”What kind of question is that?” she snapped.

”It's simple. If you want to come, you'll follow me to my room or I walk away and never look back.”

She placed her hands against my chest, slightly pus.h.i.+ng me away from her. Staring into my eyes, she stated firmly, ”No strings attached.”

”I didn't picture myself getting down on one knee and proposing.” I instantly regretted the words. It wasn't that I wanted to propose, but I didn't want her to feel cheap and disposable. Then again, she'd set the stage for that type of statement. Izzy Gallo didn't want to be tied down and didn't want to have to explain s.h.i.+t to her brother. I liked my life and b.a.l.l.s too much to tell him that I wanted her in my life.

”Music to my ears,” she said, dropping her hand to my chest, sliding it down my abdomen and grabbing my d.i.c.k. ”Let's see if you're as good as you claim, Jimmy.”

”Babe, I'm going to rock your world so f.u.c.kin' hard you're going to get down on one knee and propose to me.”

She threw her head back and laughed. Her beauty was amplified when she smiled. With a small burst of giggles breaking free, she tried to speak. ”You obviously think highly of yourself.” She squeezed my hardness and bit her lip, stifling the laughter.

”I'm done talking,” I said as I pulled her toward the door. ”Time to put up or shut up, doll.”

”I like a challenge,” she replied as she touched the door handle.

Reaching in front of her, I placed my hand over hers. Pulling the door open, I waited for her to step inside. When she walked, she shook her hips, and the movement made it almost impossible to keep my hands to myself. I nestled my palm against the small of her back, helping toward the bank of elevators.

”Last chance to chicken out,” I teased in her ear.

”I may have a p.u.s.s.y, Jimmy, but I'm sure as h.e.l.l not one.”

”Usually, a mouth like that I'd say is crude, but hearing you talk dirty just makes me want to jam my c.o.c.k inside to quiet you,” I whispered, trying to avoid the attention of the people pa.s.sing by us.

As soon as the elevator doors closed, I had her against the wall. I claimed her mouth, her tongue sweet from the Jack lingering on the surface as I devoured her. Caging her face in my hands, I stole her breath and replaced it with my own.

When we reached my floor, I broke the kiss. Her body was still as her eyes fluttered open, and her breathing was ragged. I grabbed her hand, pulling her toward my room, a little too eager to feel her skin.

The chemistry was off the charts. As soon as the door closed behind us, I pushed her against the door, capturing her lips. The need I felt to be inside her bordered on animalistic as our heavy breathing and panting filled the room. I grabbed the purse she had tucked under her arm and tossed it over my head, removing any distraction.

I dropped to my knees, looking up at her, and said, ”I need to taste you.”

She was a vision. She had on thigh-highs that connected to a garter belt and lace panties.

She didn't reply, but she did spread her legs. I cupped her a.s.s, ripping the thin lace material from her body and bringing her forward before I swept my tongue against her skin. I could smell her arousal. I wanted to wors.h.i.+p at her altar.