Mick gets the door to our room open and walks inside, holding onto my legs with one hand and my butt with the other. He kicks the door shut and then stands still.
“You going to behave?” he asks.
“No.” I’m breathless and excited and totally amped up on adrenaline.
“What do you mean no?”
“I mean that the minute you put me down, it is on.” A shiver of anticipation runs through me. I have no idea what my threat really means, but I mean it anyway. Something big is going to happen here tonight. I can feel it in my bones. I can feel it in the V-box too.
“It’s on?”
“Yeah. It’s so on. You are going down.” The blood is rushing to my head and making it feel like it’s on fire. I’m panting and I don’t know if it’s because of my compromised circulation or the excitement of having a sexy, tattooed, caveman mechanic take me into a hotel room by force.
“That’s what I was hoping for.” He jerks his whole body forward, effectively propelling me off his shoulder backwards to fly through the air facing the ceiling. I land on the mattress of the double bed with my arms and legs out spread-eagle, and he comes jumping after me.
CHAPTER FORTY
I’M SQUEALING WITH LAUGHTER FOR about three seconds before his mouth is on mine and the sound is cut off. I downshift right into moaning, growling, and basically going nuts. And I’m not the only one, either. We’re rolling all over the bed, shoes and clothes are flying off, and both of us are battling to feel as much of each other’s lips and tongues as possible.
“You are so beautiful,” he says, his words coming out with big puffs of air onto my mouth and face.
A niggling of doubt enters my mind and I stop moving. I hold him a little away from me. “Are you sure it’s me you’re talking about?”
He pauses and frowns in confusion. “Yeah, I’m sure. Why’d you ask that?”
“Because … I’m worried you’ve got your beer goggles on and that they were fogged up by about ten office chicks who were rubbing their hooters all over you in the club.”
“Pffft. Right. None of those girls can even touch you. Not even close. And I’m not drunk. I know exactly what I’m doing.” He leans in and kisses my neck, licking and sucking his way down to my chest.
My heart and brain accept everything he says without question. It only takes me three seconds to completely obliterate all images of those girls and the stuff that happened in the club. Not only does he look and sound super honest, but I’m about as turned-on as I’ve ever been in my entire life. Boom! Goodbye jealousy and hello future orgasm!
His hand squeezes my breast and he grinds into me.
Holy shit. “I want to see you without your shirt on,” I gasp out. His shirt is somewhere in the covers, but we’re too tangled for me to figure out where I stop and he starts. I can’t see enough of him and I’ve been picturing what he might look like for weeks.
He jumps off the bed to undo his pants, and I stare at his amazing chest. He’s all lean muscle, and his two tattoos are just barely visible in the light coming from the bathroom. There are three small pink scars around his abdomen where his surgery was done.
“Are you okay? With your surgery?” I ask. I’m worried I’m going to hurt him rolling all over over the bed like this.
“I’m fine,” he says, and I have to agree with him one hundred percent. When he drops his pants and I realize he’s not wearing anything underneath, my hand flies up to my mouth. “Oh my god,” I say, my eyes bugging out. Holy Babe Ruth alert. Is that a dick or a baseball bat?
“What?” he asks, laughing a little as he looks down.
“You are … amazing,” I say. Words are failing me. He is not proportional at all. His frame is way too narrow to carry around equipment like that.
“Wow. That’s probably the sexiest compliment I’ve ever gotten.” He moves towards me, his junk waving in the breeze.
I squeal, scrambling back and pulling the sheets up to my chest.
He freezes partway over me. “What’s the matter? Are you scared?”
I peek out over the covers, still in my bra and bottoms. “Maybe. You’re too big.”
He grins all evil-like. “No such thing.” He’s pushing his face into my neck, forcing kisses on me and making me get goosebumps all over. And then the covers are gone and the cool air hits me as he yanks the sheet away. I squeak with surprise and excitement.