“Bad, bad girl. I was going to give you a lovely romantic evening, but now I think I’m going to have to punish you for being so naughty,” I say, my voice low. Her eyes flare with desire, which is exactly what I was going for. Saige likes to play, and I’m more than happy to play with her.
“Hmmm, I don’t know. That depends on my punishment.” I lean down and nip at her earlobe. She shivers and I smell a victory.
“Oh, I’ll make it very, very good. For both of us.”
I pull back and wait for her reaction.
“I suppose…”
“I’ll take that as yes,” I say and reach for her hand.
“Just let me get my stuff together,” she says, turning back toward the table.
I want her. I want her right here, right now. That one little touch has set me off and if I don’t get her alone immediately, I’m liable to take her right here in the coffee shop.
“Hurry,” I say as she takes her sweet time. She deliberately bends down slowly.
“You are trying my patience,” I say and she looks at me over her shoulder with a wink.
“So sorry about that.” She wiggles her ass a little. I just wait, even though every second is agony. Finally, she stands. I grip her arm and pull her close, and set my mouth at her ear again.
“If I don’t get you out the door now, I’m going to have you naked in about sixty seconds and take you right here.” Her breath catches, but she doesn’t pull away.
“Then let’s go,” she says, her voice a little shaky. Good. I have to keep the upper hand with this one. I can’t let her control me. And one of the best ways to keep control is to get her into a bed.
Somehow I’m able to get behind the wheel and drive us to the hotel where I’ve booked a room. Saige doesn’t say anything as I park the car and then help her out.
“I don’t have a change of clothes,” she says.
“You won’t need any for what I have planned,” I say. She squeezes my hand and we walk through the front door of the hotel. I have to check in, but as soon as I get her alone in the elevator, my lips claim hers and our bodies fuse together.
She gasps and then melts into me, her tongue stroking mine, her hands pulling me closer. Her curves conform perfectly to my body. Like she was designed to fit against me. Lucky coincidence and very much in my favor.
She tastes like fire. Hot and sweet.
Dimly I hear the sound of the elevator dinging and the door opening, but I’m too focused on Saige and her body. Her hands lightly shove me and she breaks the kiss.
“This is our floor,” she says, her voice husky. Fuck me. I need to make that happen more.
Before I can think, I grab her around the waist and throw her over my shoulder. She screams, but I ignore it as I walk to the hotel door, swipe my card and let it slam behind us.
My next destination is the king-sized bed that I toss her on. Her body bounces and she looks up at me with her face flushed. But she’s smiling.
“You’re trouble, Quinn Brand,” she says in a soft voice as her hair settles all around her on the pillows. I hope she can’t see that my hands shake a little as I start undoing my tie and stalk toward her.
She sits up.
“What would you do if I said no right now?” I stop walking.
“Then I would say that is a damn shame, but if you don’t want to be with me, then you don’t have to.” I drop my hands and hold them behind my back. She’s killing me right now, but I know this is a test and I have to pass.
“So you wouldn’t try and talk me into it, or change my mind or just take what you want?” She swings her legs over the edge of the bed and I want her so bad I can’t see straight. But I stay where I am.
“No. I would never force someone to be with me if they didn’t want to.” I shuddered, remembering… No. I would never take something that wasn’t mine to take.
She waits for what feels like eternity. And then she smiles slowly.
“Come here.”
I resume my walk toward the bed and she stands up and meets me halfway.
“Take off your shirt,” she says. I loosen my tie and then pull it over my head. My hands get to work on the buttons of my shirt. She doesn’t offer to help, just watches as I undo them and then take the shirt off. I’m wearing a white undershirt and I take that off as well.
“So many tattoos,” she murmurs. She’s seen them before, but it’s hard to take them all in in just one viewing. She walks around me, not touching, just looking.
“I want to take pictures of them and then figure out what they all mean. You’re like a walking piece of art. And I really, really like art.” I nearly jump as her fingertips barely brush the skin of my upper back. Back at the coffee shop, my need for her was like a roar, but now it’s slower. Calmer. Still strong, but I know that the payoff will be greater. There’s something to be said for savoring.
“Would you get a tattoo for me?” she asks, coming around to face me again.
“What would you want me to get?” I say. It would have to be something relatively small. I don’t have a whole lot of free skin left.
“I don’t know. But would you do it?”
“Maybe.” If she really wanted me to, yes. I would. I’m making all kinds of promises to this girl. But whatever I have to do, I’ll do.
“Hmmm, that’s something to think about. Now, take off your pants.”
“Not until you take off yours,” I say, standing my ground.
She puts her hands on her hips.
“Hasn’t anyone ever told you not to piss off a redhead?”
I shrug.
“I like to live on the edge,” I say. She almost smiles.
“Take your damn pants off, Quinn. Or I’m walking out this door.” She’s such a liar, but I’ll play her game. I reach down and start undoing my belt. It’s partially to appease her and partially because I’m very uncomfortable at the moment.
The zipper on my pants is loud in the quiet room. I drop them to the floor and I’m left in just my black boxer briefs. She looks me up and down as if I’m something she wants to devour. I want to do the same thing and she hasn’t even taken her clothes off.
“Get naked,” I say, stepping out of my pants and walking toward her. It’s time to take control. I wait for her to argue, but she wraps her fingers around the hem of her shirt and pulls it up and over her head. Her bra, jeans and panties follow and then she’s finally devastatingly naked for me.
She’s absolutely fucking perfect. Curves and dips and sweet, sweet skin. I want to be everywhere at once.
Saige backs toward the bed and I just… attack her. Our mouths clash and she makes a little sound, but I swallow it and kiss her deep. She kisses me back as her arms go around me, nails digging into my back.
Somehow we get horizontal and I take my mouth from her lips, but only so I can taste the rest of her. I’m frenzied, kissing her everywhere. Behind her ears, at the pulse on her neck, her collarbones, her bellybutton and lower.
I don’t even have to ask her to spread her legs for me. She does and I taste my way down to her core. Just before I lick her, I look up and meet her eyes. She’s staring at me, her eyes wide and sparkling. Green. So green.
I don’t break eye contact as I lick her up and down with my tongue. Her head jerks back and her hands clench on the blankets.
Fuck, I could do this for eternity.
I settle in and go to work, figuring out what she likes, what makes her moan more and what makes her legs tremble and then clench my skull. Her hands find their way into my hair and she yanks me to the right spots.
I’m merciless and she seems to prefer that. I know just when she’s reached her climax and I let her have it. The moans she makes nearly make me come. I want to bottle that sound and keep it forever.
So I make her come again. And again.
“What… about… you…” she pants and I rest my head on the inside of her thigh.