With trembling fingers, she hurried to open the door and stumbled into the room. Her lips still tingled from Brimstone's incredible, bone-melting kiss. Her whole body throbbed. She wanted Brimstone like a mad-crazy woman. Cripes, she has never been kissed like this. If she were to go by only one kiss, what would sex be like with him? She almost moaned aloud thinking of multiple orgasms, something she longed to experience.
“I’m out of my frikken mind!”
Yes, but think how much I can improve my writing with first-hand experience of not only fantastic sex, but mind-blowing sex with Brimstone. He is your new hero, remember.
With the thought now entrenched in her mind, she ripped her suitcase from the cupboard and hurriedly shoved in her belongings. There was a loud thump from outside the door, but Amber resisted the urge to look out and see what was going on. Placing her laptop in the case last, and satisfied she got everything, she zipped it up and dragged the large, pink bag out into the hallway.
She paused at the sight of Brimstone leaning against the hall wall. His intense, brown gaze lifted from where Wayne lay slumped on the floor.
She gasped. “What did you do?”
“He took a swing at me. Unfortunately, the fool will live.”
Amber gaped, watching Brimstone's muscles flex when he bent and took a hold of Wayne’s legs, dragging him into the open room, leaving him on the floor, exiting the room, and closing the door behind him.
She felt like a fish out of water with her mouth opening and closing, not knowing what to say.
Brimstone picked up her bag as if it weighed nothing and took her other hand, tugging her back towards the elevator.
“I…uh, I think we should talk,” she managed to say while they waited for the lift. The door slid open, and Brimstone ducked his head as they entered.
“Yes, but we’re still going to fuck. You're mine now.”
Might as well add bacon to the egg-frying heat in her face. She didn’t want to say no, but she couldn’t find her voice to say yes. Amber nodded and Brimstone gave a satisfied grunt, not bothering to hide the slide of his hungry gaze over her body.
Oh, wow, I managed to find the only caveman still living on the planet! Why his Neanderthal routine pressed all her buttons and made her hornier than a rabbit overdosed on aphrodisiacs, she didn’t have any idea, but she wasn’t going to let this opportunity go to waste either.
Amber Stone was going to have real sex with a big-muscled, sexy guy, and by the size of Brimstone, a lot of really good sex.
She saw the taxi waiting for them out front when they passed the nervous-looking, reception girl, who took the key card from Amber’s still shaking hand.
“It’s going to be okay,” Brimstone managed to rumble, his free hand at the small of her back, guiding her out into the evening air, and into the waiting cab. He handed her bag to the driver before folding himself into the back seat, and pulled her close against him.
“You feel the pull between us, yes? The attraction?”
Amber licked her dry lips before confessing. “I’d be an idiot not to be attracted to you.”
She wasn’t sure if she wanted to slap or kiss the smirk of satisfaction on his sensually, full lips.
He chose for her, dipping to capture her lips again, his large hand cupping the back of her neck, guiding the angle of her head.
“Uh, folks, where to?”
Brimstone broke away long enough to rumble 'Skycity hotel' at the driver, his lips barely leaving hers.
She tried to shove his massive chest, remembering where they were. “Brimstone, stop!” Her voice was breathless, and she turned her head to prevent another dizzying kiss.
His lips found her throat and sucked, and eyes rolled back in her head.
“I like the way you taste.” He licked her throat, and she almost came.
“Damn it, Brimstone, stop!”
“In a minute.” He pushed her further back in the seat and slid enough to line his face up with her cleavage. Amber sucked in a sharp breath when he buried his face between her breasts, his tongue lashing out. He had no intention of stopping at all.
“Brimstone, do you want the driver to see my naked breasts?”
His head snapped up, slamming against the roof of the cab. Amber winced, glancing over to see a red-faced, but amused, cab driver.
“Back with me now?”
Brimstone growled like a child deprived of his favourite toy. Amber pushed him back. He allowed her to do this, because there was no way she would really ever be able to shift his weight by herself.
“I don’t know where you grew up, or what army you’re in, but growling and grunting is not a form of communication.”
“It works.”
“You sound like a barbarian.”