Chapter Seven
I thought we would be going to a regular hotel room, but Neil had a suite. As the door closed behind us, it made a clicking sound. I could feel the heat from his body as he followed close behind me. I went to take a seat on the sofa, but Neil wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed my neck before I could sit. His lips lingered there, scorching my skin as he stoked my desire. I turned slowly in his arms until I faced him and he pulled me to him, crushing me against his chest. His lips captured mine. His fingers threaded through my hair, his hand cupping the back of my head. Our lips pressed tighter. I heard a soft moan and realized it was my own. Neil pulled away and looked deep into my eyes. “You’re a very sexy woman.”
His voice was comforting and seductive and I was starved for both. The air in my chest pushed from my lungs as my breathing grew heavy with lust. His arm still encircled me as he took my mouth once again. My breasts grew heavy as his velvety tongue explored. When he broke our embrace, our eyes locked. His dark ones sparkled as gold flecks danced in the irises. I felt him grow hard against me, the evidence of his desire heightening my own arousal. My body responded naturally and I pressed into him. I had missed the physical connection of being held by a man. My body begged for it. All I could think of was feeling him inside me, having him plunging deep and forcing away the emptiness. I craved the skin-to-skin contact that comes with intimacy. I leaned back, giving him access to the base of my throat. I loved the feeling of his lips pressed against my skin. The kisses burned and branded, the trail scorching as he traveled from my jaw to the open neckline of my shirt. When he kissed the hollow between my breasts, my nipples grew painfully hard.
“Please … “ I begged the word, my voice barely audible. My body spoke louder. Grinding my hips against Neil, I found him as hard as granite. A small gasp escaped my lips as I imagined being filled by him. We realized that we were overdressed and set about to remedy the situation. Neil pulled the hem of my shirt free from my skirt. His fingers slipped beneath and grazed my ribcage. He was barely touching me, but blazed an inferno. The throbbing pulsation between my legs made me wet as I craved him. He teased, playing with each button as he freed the garment from my body while stopping to kiss the skin of each newly exposed area. I shivered as his lips met my sensitive skin and I remembered how much I liked the physical act. My body complied with each silent command as he ran his hands over me. Cool air met my veneer as the blouse fell to the floor. Without hesitation, he reached behind my back. His nimble fingers undid the clasp of my bra, and in one fluid motion, the garment was removed and my breasts were bare. His mouth latched onto my nipple and my head fell back as I savored the feel. I had almost forgotten how wonderfully powerful the feeling could be. The pulling zinged from nipple to core and the heat between my legs further blazed. I became caught up in his touch, barely noticing that the remainder of my clothes had joined the pile of fabrics at my feet. Neil peered up at me, his gaze graduating from desirous to predatory.
He quickly shed his clothes and was naked within seconds. His fingers closed around the top of my arms. I had stepped out of my high heels so he pulled me up on tiptoe for our eyes to meet. “You want this. I can smell it.” He kissed me and then released me. I reached down to touch him and he moaned as I gently massaged. I could almost taste his desire and a smile of satisfaction crossed my lips. I dropped to my knees. As I took him into my mouth, the sounds increased. Neil moved in rhythm with my tongue as he grew still harder. I not only wanted to give, I wanted to receive. I wanted his lips on me. I wanted him to fill me. I wanted the pleasure that I had been denied. I released him as I stood. His eyes burned into me, his stare filled with lust. “You’re good at that.”
He cupped my bottom with both hands and pulled me into him. As our bones crushed together, he grabbed my waist. In one swift move, he tossed me on the bed. I landed against the soft linens. Neil crawled between my knees as I lay back on the pillows. The heaviness between his legs glimmered with the small amount of fluid that had escaped from the tip. My body echoed the response and I felt a small gush of my own. He dropped his head at my core, capturing my sex with his tongue. I cried out as the act reawakened feelings. Nerve endings exploded. He tortured me with his tongue and all I could do was drown in the sensations. I lost myself inside of my own thoughts. I was blind to everything except the pleasure. But pleasure had a price.
An image of Judge entered my mind and panic set in. I wanted this, but not with Neil. I wanted the touch of another man. I wanted to feel secure. I wanted the love that accompanied the act I was about to commit. I wanted what I couldn’t have. I wanted the impossible.
I wanted Judge.
I looked down at Neil as I remembered Judge and tried to wiggle away from him. This wasn’t me. I didn’t want to have sex with some random guy I had met in a hotel bar. I wanted connection. If I was going to have sex, I wanted it to mean something. I had to stop this. I reached down, pushing at Neil’s shoulders. “Stop.” My voice was soft. He paid no attention. I said it louder. “Stop.” This time a stern tone accompanied the word. Still, Neil ignored me. “I said stop, dammit!” I kicked him in the shoulder and the force made him fall back.
“What the hell?” Irritation bordering on anger colored his tone, but I spared no time to give him an explanation. Adrenaline pumped incessantly throughout me. All I wanted was to escape the situation. I flew off the bed while Neil stared dumbfounded. I reached down and gathered my clothes from the floor in one sweeping motion. My skin chilled with goose bumps as I ran into the bathroom and locked the door behind me. I pulled my clothes on quickly, snapping and buttoning haphazardly. I didn’t care what I looked like as long as I was covered. I left my feet bare, holding my shoes by the heels, and flung open the door. Neil was waiting outside. I was in no mood for confrontation. My panic transformed to determination as I prepared to fight my way out of the suite if necessary. Neil stood a few feet away from me. Still naked, his arms were tightly folded across his chest. As I approached, he glared at me. I was undeterred and glared right back.
“Get out of my way. I don’t want to do this.”