appear like an overzealous
adolescent. “… look like you’re about to catch your death from the cold.”
The look she gave him said she seriously doubted that was the real reason for
his haste.
Dane groaned inwardly. Yep, get out the hand lotion ladies and gentlemen,
Dane Porter will be cumming alone tonight .
Chapter 4
~ Genevieve ~
It felt like her heart was about to explode through her chest, it was beating so quickly. The
elevator was whizzing up the shaft and was seconds away from arriving on the 25th floor, where
their rooms were located. She was still unsure of what to do when they arrived at their rooms.
She wanted him. There was no doubt in her mind over that, but she was still a little paranoid that maybe it was her fault the sex with Alex was mediocre. And what happened after the deed was
done? Did she say thanks, get dressed and leave? Or did he expect her to stay the entire night,
their limbs entwined in the embrace of lovers? She just didn’t know.
Who am I kidding, I’m not a one-night stand girl. Shit. It took me over a year just to give
myself to Alex; fucking some man after only knowing him a few hours just isn’t my thing.
Who would it hurt, really, a voice in the back of her mind questioned. One night of passion with a gorgeous, sexy man making you feel things you’ve never felt before. Maybe you’ll
discover it was never you. You won’t know until you take the plunge.
But what if it was? She doubted her already currently fragile ego could handle that
realization.
The elevator dinged and the doors slid open revealing an empty corridor. Sliding an arm over
her shoulders, Dane urged her out of the elevator and into the hallway. She trembled at his touch, but unlike out on the sidewalk her trembling came out of anticipation.
“Shit. You’re still cold?” His arm around her shoulder tightened as he pulled her closer to his
warmth. “Going to have to get you out of those clothes. We should have grabbed a cab. I’m
sorry, Ginny.”
Slipping her arm around his waist, she cuddled tight to him. The muscles of his back felt
amazing under the fabric of his shirt. She imagined his body was magnificent under the layers of
clothing and craved to find out.
“This is much better.” She looked up and caught his gaze. “But perhaps getting out of these
clothes and having a long warm shower would be a good idea.”
She watched as his jaw clenched and heat flared up in his eyes. Her grip on his shirt tightened
and she rubbed herself against his side, allowing her body to take over her actions.
Don’t think, just feel, she coached herself.
They stopped walking and Dane looked over her shoulder to the door they stopped in front
of, room 25-205. “This is me.”
She jerked her head toward the other end of the hallway. “I’m down there.”
Dane placed his palm to her cheek and ran his thumb across her lower lip. “It’s late.”
“It is.” Not able or wanting to resist her urges any longer she took his thumb into her mouth.
She nipped lightly before slowly sucking it in.
Dane’s eyes closed and he groaned softly as he spun her around and pressed her back against
his door. “We could go to your suite… if you want.” His voice was low and gravelly. He
sounded like he was straining to hold back and God, she wanted to be the one to break him – but
not in her room. Not with the champagne and roses and rose petals meant for her and another
man. She didn’t want any feelings toward Alex – good or bad – interfering with the pleasure she
was determined to feel tonight at the hands of such a beautiful man.
Dane slid his thumb from her mouth and quickly replaced it with his lips. They came
crashing down on hers as he pressed his body against hers, securing her against the wall. The
bulge in his pants expanded rapidly as he pressed against her.
Moaning against his lips as his tongue sought out hers, her arousal went from simmering to
explosive in seconds.
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