06

« Well, you see, » I started, suddenly getting nervous again, knowing what I had on underneath these clothes, « I didn’t plan on sleeping with you tonight. »

He lifted an eyebrow, his hand hovering above the waistline of my jeans. « No ? » he asked. « You sure you didn’t go down to the bar looking for me ? »

I gulped, because I hadn’t thought much about it. I figured I’d finally had enough of this day and—after calling my parents and telling them not to worry about me—had just needed a drink. To simply chill out as the year came to an end. But maybe, just maybe, I could remember feeling a tug in my gut that told me to change into something a little more presentable. To dab on a bit of lip gloss and a few swipes of mascara before heading down to the lobby.

« Because let me tell you something Lia, » he continued, his tone husky and low. « I went down there hoping to find you. »

The words short-circuited every logical train of thought as the button to my jeans snapped open and his hand slowly slid the material down my legs. Revealing the pair of underwear I’d designated for what was supposed to be a travel day—baby blue boy shorts with cartoon giraffes.

Derrick’s eyes lit up with silent laughter. « Cute. »

I narrowed my eyes playfully, though when I opened my mouth to tell him not to say one more word, he silenced me with his lips. I could feel his calloused fingers pulling at my boy shorts, shifting them down my legs as his tongue explored my mouth. An unperfect kiss that was urgent and hungry, reigniting the wanting within me.

When his hands wrapped around my now-bare thighs, stopping the desperate rocking motion of my hips, I knew something more was coming. And when he tore his mouth from mine, only to bring it to the sensitive skin of my inner thigh—rewarding me with a torturous combination of kisses and licks—I succumbed to the intoxicating sensations.

With one finger, then two, he tried his best to read my body’s responses, not at all perturbed by my hands in his hair, guiding him to where I needed him. A yelp of ecstasy escaped me when he finally brought his mouth down on me, focusing his attention on the small bundle of nerves. His tongue moved in slow, concise circles, causing my legs to shake and the pleasure between my thighs to build, bringing me closer to the edge. Knowing there was no way I was holding on much longer, I moved my hips in the exact way I needed to get my release, and moments later, when his lips closed around my swollen bud and he sucked hard, I fell apart.

There was no silencing the sounds that left my lips and echoed off the walls around us, but I didn’t care, reveling in the bliss that coursed through my body.

Things slowed down as he inched back up my body, stopping along the way to rid my upper body of clothes and drop open mouthed kisses along my skin. On my hip, my stomach, each breast, my collarbone, and finally my lips.

Breathing heavily, I pulled back. « Please tell me you have a condom. »

Nodding, Derrick reached down to where his pants had been thrown and grabbed his wallet from one of the pockets, pulling out two packets of foil.

I raised an eyebrow, amused. « Two, eh ? »

Grinning, he shrugged. « You never know when you’ll need them. »

Tossing one to the side, he tore the other open and quickly sheathed himself before crawling back over me. With one hand, he pushed the stray hairs away from my face, cupping my cheek. « You know, » he started, moving his hips to line us up perfectly, circling the tip of his cock around my opening, « I’m not that mad our flight was canceled anymore. »

He inched forward slowly and I shuddered, in tune to every small movement he made before reaching the hilt. Dropping his forehead to my shoulder, a groan sounded from the back of his throat, causing my grip on his biceps to tighten.

« You know, » I said, repeating his words as my hips involuntarily moved to find the best friction, « this would be a whole lot better if you moved. »

His chest shook as he chuckled, pushing up on his forearms so I could see his wicked smile. « Well, honey, you asked for it. »

With the first thrust—which consisted of him pulling nearly all the way out before slamming home again—I was no longer complaining. Instead, I was making sounds I couldn’t even comprehend as Derrick moved at a pace that was pure perfection, yet painstakingly slow at the same time to draw out the pressure building between my legs.

His strong, warm hands glided across my skin confidently, as if there was an underlying instinct telling him which parts of my body he needed to focus on. Particularly the spot above my right hip where he circled his thumb consistently as his lips nipped at a spot underneath my left ear.

And when that was no longer enough, I wrapped my legs around his hips, creating a new angle where his thrusts began hitting the spot I needed them to. Over and over again. Soon enough, I felt the wave of another orgasm building and couldn’t stop the encouraging mumbles that left my lips, telling Derrick not to stop as he continued to pound into me ; harder and with more power than before. As if he too was on the edge and desperate for release.

Crying out, I clutched the sheets and arched my back, barely able to register when Derrick hit his climax too, because I was so overwhelmed with the hormones pulsing through every inch of my body.

There was no question about it, I was one hundred percent satisfied.

Opening my eyes as Derrick’s weight shifted on top of me, I noticed the equally satiated expression his featured held.

« That was… » I said, trailing off in a pant, not able to compute the right word for what had just happened.

Though I knew it was somewhere between magnificent, gratifying, and mind-blowing.

Just as out of breath as I was, Derrick nodded in agreement. « Yeah, it was. »

After dropping a quick kiss to my lips, he rolled off me and stood, padding across the room to dispose of the condom in the bathroom, and leaving me to marvel at the astonishing turn of events this day had taken. If there hadn’t have been a storm that canceled our flight, we would’ve been seat mates, nothing more, and I would’ve missed out on this seriously killer sex that had more than made up for my five-month dry spell.

Was it wrong to be thankful the weather had decided to crap out on us ? Because if it was, I didn’t want to be right.

Next to me, the bed dipped when Derrick returned, and his fingers gently skimmed my own beneath the sheets I’d wiggled under. « Happy new year, Lia. »

Turning my gaze to the small digital clock on the nightstand, sure enough, I could make out the blurry numbers to see it was five minutes past midnight. Which meant the year had started off with a bang, literally.

Definitely not the worst way to bring in the new year.

Rolling back to face him, I splayed my fingers against his chest, hoping it wasn’t just me who was ready for another round. « Happy new year to you, too. »

The burst of lust in his eyes told me I definitely wasn’t alone, and when his hands came up to cup my breasts before his mouth closed around a puckered nipple, I knew I was in for a long night.