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Authors: Stacey Lynn
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of her, makes me harder than I’ve ever been in my life. This is more than just sex and lust. I want her. All of her, and I’m not going to stop showing her that or proving it to her until she feels the same way about me.
I catch her next groans of pleasure with my mouth before I remember that taking her in the kitchen will go against my plan to prove that I want more from her than sex.
With my dick telling me to get closer, I reluctantly pull myself away, but leave my hips pressed against her. I cup her cheeks with my hand and gently press my lips against her flushed skin. It’s hot on my lips and I smile against her skin.
“You have a massage in one hour,” I remind her with a raised eyebrow. Her eyes slowly open and the smoky color in her blue eyes clears.
“Wha …”
I chuckle softly. It takes every ounce of self-control not to take her. How can one kiss turn both of so completely inside out like this?
“A massage. In one hour.” And then I smirk. “Unless you want me to take care of it for you.” I run my hands slowly down her throat, across her collar bone, and down her sides until I reach the edge of her short t-shirt that I want removed. Immediately. I play with the hem with my fingers and firmly grasp her thighs, squeezing the backs of them until my hands are cupping her perfect ass.
She jumps when I pinch each ass cheek, pushing me away. I throw my hands up innocently as she laughs just once. It’s the first smile I’ve gotten out of her since we stepped out of the plane. It’s progress and I’ll take it.
“You’re a tool.”
I place both hands on my hips, my feet shoulder-width apart, and watch her eyes fall to my erection that’s pressed so hard against my boxers I’m surprised it hasn’t popped out yet. When she’s looking, I wiggle my hips once. “We both know you like my tool.”
Her cheeks flush bright pink and she turns away, but she’s still smiling and laughing so I consider my work done for the morning.
I take a shower, turning the water as cold as possible, but it doesn’t help anything. My body wants Mia and I have a feeling that my dick is going to stay permanently hard until Mia is willing to help me take care of it. Once I’m out of the shower and dressed, I find her in the living room, staring out the window and chewing on the side of her thumbnail. She’s dressed in tight yoga shorts that barely cover her ass and a loose-fitting pink sweatshirt that falls off one shoulder. Her hair is pulled up into some messy looking pile on top of her head and she’s not wearing any make-up.
Even dressed and looking like this she’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
I throw my wallet and room key into my back pocket and hold my hand out to her. To my surprise, she takes it as if it’s the most natural thing in the world.
“Let’s go get you relaxed,” I tell her. She follows me, not questioning why I’m walking her down to the spa. Why am I? I have no idea except for maybe the fear that she’ll take off if I let her out of my sight.
She’s silent in the elevator and for the walk through the hotel lobby to the spa. My sense of smell is assaulted when we get close to the door. I can never understand why women need to slather themselves with so many different smells when men don’t care, but Mia loves this girly shit; so girly shit she gets.
As soon as we reach the check-in counter, she turns to me. Her lips are turned slightly down and she looks uncertain when I look down at her.
“Thanks for doing this for me. I know I’ve been a bitch, and I’m sorry.” I frown, watching her look so nervous around me. It’s something new I’ve never seen in her before and my heart sinks, wondering what she’s going to tell me. “I’ve had a lot going on these last few weeks, but this massage is exactly what I need.” She leans up, kisses me softly on the cheek and takes a step away, letting my hand go. “So, thanks again. I’ll see you when I’m done?”
I
I catch her next groans of pleasure with my mouth before I remember that taking her in the kitchen will go against my plan to prove that I want more from her than sex.
With my dick telling me to get closer, I reluctantly pull myself away, but leave my hips pressed against her. I cup her cheeks with my hand and gently press my lips against her flushed skin. It’s hot on my lips and I smile against her skin.
“You have a massage in one hour,” I remind her with a raised eyebrow. Her eyes slowly open and the smoky color in her blue eyes clears.
“Wha …”
I chuckle softly. It takes every ounce of self-control not to take her. How can one kiss turn both of so completely inside out like this?
“A massage. In one hour.” And then I smirk. “Unless you want me to take care of it for you.” I run my hands slowly down her throat, across her collar bone, and down her sides until I reach the edge of her short t-shirt that I want removed. Immediately. I play with the hem with my fingers and firmly grasp her thighs, squeezing the backs of them until my hands are cupping her perfect ass.
She jumps when I pinch each ass cheek, pushing me away. I throw my hands up innocently as she laughs just once. It’s the first smile I’ve gotten out of her since we stepped out of the plane. It’s progress and I’ll take it.
“You’re a tool.”
I place both hands on my hips, my feet shoulder-width apart, and watch her eyes fall to my erection that’s pressed so hard against my boxers I’m surprised it hasn’t popped out yet. When she’s looking, I wiggle my hips once. “We both know you like my tool.”
Her cheeks flush bright pink and she turns away, but she’s still smiling and laughing so I consider my work done for the morning.
I take a shower, turning the water as cold as possible, but it doesn’t help anything. My body wants Mia and I have a feeling that my dick is going to stay permanently hard until Mia is willing to help me take care of it. Once I’m out of the shower and dressed, I find her in the living room, staring out the window and chewing on the side of her thumbnail. She’s dressed in tight yoga shorts that barely cover her ass and a loose-fitting pink sweatshirt that falls off one shoulder. Her hair is pulled up into some messy looking pile on top of her head and she’s not wearing any make-up.
Even dressed and looking like this she’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
I throw my wallet and room key into my back pocket and hold my hand out to her. To my surprise, she takes it as if it’s the most natural thing in the world.
“Let’s go get you relaxed,” I tell her. She follows me, not questioning why I’m walking her down to the spa. Why am I? I have no idea except for maybe the fear that she’ll take off if I let her out of my sight.
She’s silent in the elevator and for the walk through the hotel lobby to the spa. My sense of smell is assaulted when we get close to the door. I can never understand why women need to slather themselves with so many different smells when men don’t care, but Mia loves this girly shit; so girly shit she gets.
As soon as we reach the check-in counter, she turns to me. Her lips are turned slightly down and she looks uncertain when I look down at her.
“Thanks for doing this for me. I know I’ve been a bitch, and I’m sorry.” I frown, watching her look so nervous around me. It’s something new I’ve never seen in her before and my heart sinks, wondering what she’s going to tell me. “I’ve had a lot going on these last few weeks, but this massage is exactly what I need.” She leans up, kisses me softly on the cheek and takes a step away, letting my hand go. “So, thanks again. I’ll see you when I’m done?”
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