“Get your things.”
17
The door of the hotel room slammed shut. Jo barely registered Felix flipping the deadbolt, in too much of a rush to bother with the “Do Not Disturb” sign. Their bags hit the floor, and then his hands were on her, holding her face and drawing her in. Their mouths met—hot and needy. Jesus, he tasted so good. He whispered her name over and over between each touch of their lips. Jo had never loved the sound of her own name more.
She buried her hands in his hair and dragged him closer until he staggered into her. She stumbled back against the wall, and Felix’s body fell onto hers. Like the other night, his cock was already hard against her stomach. Tonight, though, she wouldn’t leave him wanting. Jo moaned and arched her back, pushing her belly forward. Felix pressed back, hard, grinding against her as he panted. He stepped his legs apart and shifted to straddle her hip. The pressure of his muscled thigh against her pussy was exquisite, but she craved more. More. She hitched her leg over his hip, and he caught her knee.
“Fuck.” The word came out of him hard and fast, like he’d been punched in the stomach.
He raised his head, brushing his lips across her forehead. His stubble scratched pleasantly, and Jo sucked her lower lip between her teeth. Felix’s thumb brushed a tender caress over her cheek.
“I don’t want to go too fast,” he said gently.
“I’m ready, Felix. I promise.”
“I appreciate your clarity on that, but that’s not what I mean.” He shifted back and eased her leg down. “I mean I don’t want this to be over too soon. I can’t even see you properly.”
Oh. That. With the blackout curtains closed, and their complete disregard of the lights, the only illumination came from the hallway light leaking under the door.
“You’ve gotten me all riled up today,” he continued. “All weekend, really. But I want us to take our time together.” He brushed her cheek again, bumping the bottom of her glasses. “I don’t want a quick fuck against the wall in the dark.”
He was right, damn him. As hot as the lust pounding through her blood was, as much as she was already desperate for release, there was no reason to rush. It would be all the sweeter if they eased into it.
“I don’t want that either,” Jo said. She fumbled along the wall and flipped the first switch she found, flooding them with light from above. She watched Felix’s pupils adjust in his dark brown irises.
“That’s better,” he purred. His palms glided down her arms until he captured her hands. He drew her away from the wall. Jo matched him, step for step. They each toed off their shoes as they went, stopping once they stood between the two beds. The entryway light bathed the room in a pale yellow glow.
“Is this enough light?” Jo asked.
“Yes.” His eyes trailed lazily up and down her body. His gaze was so intimate, she might as well already be naked. He gripped her hands tighter, settled that intense stare on her eyes. She was suddenly finding it difficult to breathe. “What I said the other night still goes. Whatever you want. However long you want it. So tell me, Jo. Tell me what you want. Let me give it to you.”
Jo licked her lips. “Show me how good you are with your hands, Felix. Touch me.”
He moved in closer, crowded her space. She didn’t budge. The rich, spicy scent of cloves enveloped her.
“Where? Tell me where.”
“Everywhere.”
She wasn’t surprised when his hands found her ass first. The man was obsessed. He groaned just from the pleasure of touching her there. She grasped his shoulders to steady herself, feeling the muscles shift as he moved. He dug his fingers in—groping, fondling, grabbing. As if he’d been hungering for this ever since his first taste on the night of the tornado.
“More, Felix,” she encouraged. “Touch me more.”
One hand stayed where it was, kneading the fullness of her cheek, while the other slid to her thigh and caressed her. If only he’d continue circling forward, moving to the front of her body and giving her pussy that pressure she’d felt from his leg. But no. He was content to keep to the outside of her thigh. He dragged his fingertips up, up, all the way to her ribs. He grasped the hem of her T-shirt, right along the band of her bra, and pulled.
Nothing happened.
“What—?”
“It’s tied,” she reminded him.
“Fucking…” He roughly untied the knot in her shirt. Her body jerked with the force of his actions, and she let out a small, delighted cry. Felix gave her a lopsided smirk. “You like that? When I’m rough with you?”
“Maybe a little,” she admitted with a grin to complement his.
Felix kissed her cheek. “I’ll keep that in mind for another time. Tonight, I’m going to take care of you.”
“Oh,” she breathed. Her heart fluttered in her chest. When was the last time someone took care—really took care—of her in this way? She didn’t want to think about it too hard.
“That’s what I thought,” he said, reading her like a book. “You like that idea even better, don’t you?”
“Yeah.”
“Good. Now, where was I?”
He grasped her loosened shirt in both fists and pulled it over her head. As he let it drop to the floor, he paused and took her in, his gaze roving her body. She expected him to remove her lacy pink and white bra next so he could see her boobs.
Instead, with the tips of two fingers, he touched her left shoulder and moved her bra strap down her arm, leaving bare the tattoo on her chest. Halfway between her shoulder and breast were inked the words she’d read to him during that first MnM lesson: “Yes, you, adventurer.” Felix ran his fingers over them as if he were touching something sacred. With care. Respect. Reverence. Her skin prickled.
“May I kiss you here?” he asked her, his eyes flicking to hers.
“God, yes.”
He leaned forward and pressed the sweetest kiss to her tattoo, right over the word “you.” Jo’s breath caught, and tears sprang to her eyes.
“Felix.” She tried to say more, but the words stuck in her throat. She swallowed and seized his head. If she couldn’t tell him how much that kiss meant to her, she would show him. She ravaged his mouth with kisses, pouring every emotion that surged through her into each one. Felix took her by the hips again, holding her so tightly she might bruise. She didn’t care. Let his fingerprints mark every inch of her body. Let him claim her. She would claim him right back.
