“What about me? I could do this all day, Redhead.” I didn’t mean to call her that.
“Come here,” she says, pulling me by my ears. I crawl up her body and then we’re face-to-face again.
“Don’t you want to fuck me?” she asks, smoothing my hair back. Her skin is flushed and glowing. I love knowing that I’m what put it there. I want her to remember this. Remember me. Remember what I can do to her.
“So much it hurts,” I say, using one hand to stroke her damp hair off her forehead.
“Why don’t you?” She seems… puzzled. As if I’ve done something unusual.
“Because I wanted to go down on you first.” She studies me for a few seconds and then presses up to kiss me. My mouth fills with her taste and it’s almost dizzying. I’m high on her.
Hands creep down my back and around my chest and south. She strokes me on the outside of my underwear before yanking them down my hips. I have to stop kissing her to get them off, but I do and toss them on the floor. I’m about to kiss her again, but she stops me.
“Condom?” Shit. I should have thought of that before I got all cavalier and tossed my pants away.
“Yeah,” I say, scrambling off the bed like an idiot and groping for my pants. I find one of the several I’d shoved in my back pocket and roll it on as fast as I can.
“I know we didn’t use one the first time –”
I stop her explanation with a kiss. Our first time was probably a mistake and I’m not going to make it again. Can’t take the risk.
Neither of us is doing much talking now. I kiss her slow and deep as she moves her legs and reaches down for me. Once I’m in position, I start to push. Slow. She moans as I fill her and all I want is to slam into her, but I resist. Inch by inch I enter her until I’m as far as I can go. She trembles and then arches up, asking me to move. I pull out ever so slowly and wind up.
“Faster,” she gasps, and I let go. I slam into her so hard, she’s pushed back into the mattress. But like the first time, she asks me for more. Fingers digging into my back, legs wrapped around me, hips urging me onward.
I want to last longer than I do, but she’s just too much. I come so hard I’m afraid my brain is damaged. I nearly collapse on her, but tip to the right so I don’t crush her.
“Jesus fuck,” I say, trying to get my breath back.
“Pretty much,” she says, turning her head to the side to look at me. I can barely move.
“Sorry about the biting,” she says, touching my shoulder.
“The what?” I can’t process words and their meanings. She repeats herself and I look down and realize there are teeth marks across some of the tattoos on my shoulder. I don’t even remember that happening.
“No harm done,” I say. It’s not like they’re going to show with all that ink already coloring my skin.
“Good. I should have told you I’m a biter. I can’t really help it.”
“It’s not a big deal. Really. You can bite me all you want, Redhead.” Shit, I called her that again. I need to get my head screwed on straight. Saige has filled my brain and pushed out all of my common sense.
“Okay. Maybe I will.” She turns on her side and I get a chance to really look at her.
“Stay the night with me?” I blurt out. I was going to wait until after dinner to ask her, but the words come out. I have a tendency to say just about anything post coitus. Like being drunk.
She smiles softly and runs her fingers across my chest.
“Okay.”
Sixteen
We go another round (or two) and then we have to eat.
“Do you want to go out or order room service?” I ask as she sits up and runs her fingers through her fucked hair. I wish she’d just leave it like that and then everyone would know what we’ve been up to for the past few hours.
“Do I have time to take a shower?” She stands up and I drink in her naked body. Saige is comfortable with herself and that makes her all the more sexy.
“Absolutely.” She smiles, but then frowns.
“I don’t have anything to wear.” Now it’s my turn to smile.
“Don’t worry about that. Go take your shower.” I desperately want to join her, but I know if I do, we’ll never leave this room. I could fuck this girl all day and all night. I’d never go to work, never sleep, never eat. Her taste is still thick on my tongue and in the back of my throat. Her scent is all over my skin and it’s a shame that she’s washing my smell off her right now. But I plan to cover her in it again very soon.
She gives me a puzzled look, but heads for the bathroom and then I hear the water running. Hoping she’s out of earshot, I pick up the phone and make a call to the front desk. Less than two minutes later there is a knock at the door. I open it to find a bellboy holding out several shopping bags to me. I thank him, hand him a tip and take the bags. Not only do they contain an entire outfit for Saige, but one for me as well.
I know it’s silly, but I picked a silver dress for her and a grey tie for me. Not too matchy-matchy, but enough so we look good together. There are some beauty products in the bags as well. I had no idea what to get, but there seems to be a good assortment from the local Sephora.
I have to play this carefully. Cautiously. I can’t scare her off. Not that I think Saige is one who would be easily scared off.
The water turns off in the shower and I wait for her to come out. She’s wrapped in a towel and her hair is dark and wet down her back. This time her face is flushed from the hot water, and not from fucking me.
“Your turn,” she says, passing by me with a little smile. “What’s this?” She gestures to the bags all stacked on the floor.
“We have dinner reservations and as much as I like you in that towel, I thought you might want to wear something a little bit fancier and not made of terrycloth.” She bends down to look in the bags and the scrap of a towel rides up; if I lifted it just a tiny bit more, I’d have one hell of a view.
“I’m going to shower. I hope you like what they picked. If you don’t we can call down and get something else delivered.” She stands up and laughs softly.
“What?”
“Nothing. I’m just remembering a scene in a movie with Julia Roberts. But you don’t exactly look like Richard Gere.” I know what movie she’s talking about. It’s one of Lizzy’s favorites. I’m not a huge fan of my baby sister watching a movie with hookers in it, but she loves it.
“Well, I’ll make sure not to leave you alone with any of my business partners if we go to a polo match,” I say as I walk into the bathroom. She laughs louder and I shut the door, but listen as the sound fades on the other side.
When I emerge from my (shorter than normal) shower, Saige is still in the towel, but the dress is laid out on the bed, along with a pair of shoes and undergarments, and she’s sitting on the end of the bed brushing her hair.
“Can you grab me the blow-dryer?” she asks, not looking at me.
“Sure,” I say and bring it to her. She looks up and stares at my naked chest before accepting the hair dryer from me.
“Do you need anything else?” I ask. The air in the room feels… changed. There’s a hint of awkwardness and I don’t know where it came from.
“No, this is perfect, thanks. You really didn’t have to do that. We could have gone to my house.” Oh. Maybe she’s feeling strange about me buying her the clothes. But why should she?
“Would you feel more comfortable in your own clothes? I don’t want to be presumptuous.” Shit. I must have overstepped a line I didn’t know was there. Relationships are always tricky. There are hidden landmines everywhere and you don’t know you’ve stepped on one until it’s blown up in your face and then you have to assess the damage and see if you can get out alive.
“No, no. It’s fine. Usually… Never mind.” She definitely wants to say something. I’ve never seen her tongue-tied before.