He stood in the hallway of the hotel, waiting for her to answer his knock.
She opened it, rubbing her eyes sleepily.
With a sudden fierceness, his insides clenched. He wanted nothing more than to lift her in his arms, take her back inside and stay in bed with her all day.
Damned responsibilities.
He lifted up a big Styrofoam cup of coffee, with half cream, as he knew she liked it and she took it with a yawn.
"Thank you." She stepped back, letting him in. "What are you doing here so early?"
He chuckled. "It's ten o'clock."
"Oh." She glanced down nervously. "I-I guess I didn't sleep very well."
He almost felt bad, because he knew it was his fault, but at the same time, he couldn't help the grin that spread over his face. He scaled the distance between them slowly, slipping his arms around her waist and fitting their bodies together. "Did I keep you up all night, Lil'?" he asked, quietly, arrogantly.
She shook her head quickly.
"Look me in the eye and tell me," he said, knowing that she couldn't because she was lying.
"I can't," she whispered. She lifted big, aquamarine eyes to his, accusation in their depths. "Why did you do that to me?"
Because he wanted her as hot, as ripe as she could be. He wanted her all but begging, a puddle of lust that he could drink into himself. "You weren't ready for what I can give you," he said cryptically.
She pouted, obviously having expected a better answer, and he couldn't resist the urge to kiss her, to taste that full, moist bottom lip.
She gasped when his lips settled over hers, treating her to a long, slow, drugging kiss, that even made his body shake.
Damn it, he wanted her.
He hadn't seen a more beautiful sight than when he lifted his head. Her hair was tousled from sleep, her lips swollen and parted, and her eyes barely fluttering open. The little gown she had on was sheer greenish-blue fabric that matched her eyes and came to just below the tops of her thighs.
His hands drifted, of their own accord, to her hips, pressing her tighter against him. He bunched the silky material of her night gown between his fingers, the matching panties that guarded her secrets peeking out. In one swipe, he lifted the gown over her head, leaving her standing in the little scrap of sea-colored silk.
She crossed her arms over her chest, a blush suffusing her body.
He hadn't expected her to blush and it gave him pause. "Why are you embarrassed, Lil'? You have a beautiful body."
She bit her lip, squeezing her eyes shut. "I'm not very experienced," she whispered.
Taking a deep breath, he forced his body to slow down. He cocked his head, tilting her chin up so she would look at him, taking a gentler approach. "Relax, sweetheart."
Her lashes lifted and he gave her a little kiss to calm her.
His long fingers wrapped around her wrists and gently pried them away from her chest. "Let me look at you."
He took in the pale flesh he'd uncovered, the full mounds of her breasts heaving with every intake of breath.
She let out a little moan and he let his eyes glance up at her face. Her eyes were screwed shut and her face was flushed. She was so responsive to even the caress of his eyes.
He bent, without warning, and pressed his lips to the distended tip of one breast, reveling in her sharp gasp and the way her elegant little fingers speared through his hair to hold his face closer, as he moved to the neglected breast.
Val kissed his way up to her collar bone, then over to one shoulder, ending up with his nose buried in the soft, fragrant hollow beneath her ear.
His body ached to know what that slip of blue-green fabric hid from his view. He had his fingers hooked in the elastic and the fabric was just clearing the top of her hips when someone knocked on the door.
He lifted his lips from where he'd been sucking the flesh of her neck. He noted the mark on her skin and smiled. "You expecting someone?" he murmured.
Her eyelids slid open and she blinked at him a minute. Blushing, she started to take her gown back, but he stopped her.
Laying one last kiss on Lilla's shoulder, he turned her toward the bathroom. "Go get ready. I'll get the door."
He waited until she'd made her hasty retreat to the bathroom before taking a few deep, calming breaths to ease the tension in his body, one spot in particular.
He tugged the door open.
Christina looked up at him in shock. "Where's Lilla?"
"In the shower," he replied.
The girl blushed, her assumptions clear for all to see. "Oh, well, I, uh… I usually give Lilla a ride to work."
"I came to get her earlier," he said, deliberately clearing up the misunderstanding. He didn't want anyone talking about Lil'. "She can ride with me." He mustered up a semi-friendly smile over the hormones raging through his blood.
"Oh, right, okay. Could you tell her I stopped by?"
He nodded, shutting the door behind the departing woman.
He was kinda glad for interruption, otherwise, they would've both been very late for work. Just looking at her set his blood on fire and his cock throbbing.
He'd come to a realization during his days off for New Years. He wanted Lilla as more than a casual friend. He'd seen the looks she tried to mask and the irritation in her eyes when the other girls were around. He wanted her for forever and he was pulling out all the stops.
Lilla came out, freshly showered and dressed. Her smooth, chestnut hair was pulled up in a tight bun and she wore a white blouse and black slacks.
She was calm, collected woman, all business.
A half-smirk played on his lips. What he wouldn't give to see her lose all that control.
