I wait for a few minutes, my cock hardening more, and I jump up from the table throwing my napkin on it and head towards the restrooms. The lights are as dim as the restaurant as I walk into the hallway and lean against the wall across from the ladies and men’s rooms. Waiting. The door opens, and my eyes widen but then my anticipation is squashed as a different woman leaves the restroom. How long can it take someone to go to the bathroom and wash their hands? My foot taps against the tiled floor as my patience wears thin. Finally, the door opens again and Emma walks out, her head turned behind her as the door closes. I take the two steps towards her. She gasps as I grab her upper arm and I pull her down to the end of the hallway into the dimmer light, turning her around and pushing her into the wall. My mouth is on hers in an instant. My hand pulls hers up high over her head. I grasp her other hand, pulling it back around my waist and push into her luscious body. She moans, the vibration moving into my mouth as I press my lips hard against hers. Her lips part before I even ask and my tongue dives in, exploring, tangling with hers. She tilts her head back, my mouth searching for hers but takes the opportunity to move down instead latching onto the skin on her neck.
“I want you, Josh,” she whispers in my ear.
My cock pushes against my pants, straining to be inside of her. I think I may have an issue getting out of the restaurant without it being noticed. My mouth moves up her neck, kissing, nipping, until I reach her earlobe then I nip it. Her body starts to writhe against the wall. “God, I want you so badly, Emma,” I whisper in her ear.
Her head turns and I look into her half-mast eyes. “Let’s go. Somewhere. Anywhere,” she breathes out in pants.
Well, she doesn’t have to ask me twice. I whisper back to meet me at the front door and release my hold on her then walk down the hall and straight into the men’s room. It takes me a bit to try to get myself to calm down, thinking of puppies, clouds and finally my mom’s face flashes in my mind, and I deflate quickly. I wash my hands and then practically run to our table, grabbing our waiter on the way to get the check. I literally throw cash down on the table along with a tip and then run to the front door. I almost knock down two people flying out the front door and then trip over the curb getting to my truck, pulling her with me. By the time I get into the driver’s seat I’m thinking she’s probably dying laughing at me but what I find is her sitting there looking at me with the same look she had in the hallway. That just makes me fumble with my keys as I try to get them into the ignition.
“Where should we go?” she asks as I look behind me pulling out of the parking space. Damn! Good question!
I pull out onto the street, looking around quickly and spot a fairly nice hotel. I look over at her and then back at the hotel and I’m thinking, shit, I can’t take her there. She deserves better.
“Perfect!” She all but screams and I give her a look like ‘you’re kidding?’ She nods so fast, like a bobblehead, and I turn into the hotel parking lot, finding a place up close to the entrance and slam it into park.
I turn fully to her and take her hand. “Are you sure, Emma? You deserve roses, wine, and a special place. I don’t know if….”
“Josh. It is special because I’m here with you. Right where I want to be. Please?” The corners of her mouth lifts and her eyes are pleading. She lifts our hands, placing a soft kiss on the top of mine, and I shiver. God, what she does to me.
I take my hand from hers and tell her to stay put then get out of the car and run into the hotel. I get a room and still I feel like I’m a sleaze ball for bringing her here. Shit! I hope the hotel doesn’t think I’m getting a room for an hour. I’ve never ever done this before. Yes, I’ve been with plenty of women not one having a real lasting relationship because they just weren’t right. But Emma? She’s right. I can feel it. I’ve never felt anything like it.
I take the key card and run back out to the car, open her door and help her out then we walk back into the hotel together. It seems to take the elevator doors forever to open but when they do I pull her in with me and hit the button for the eighth floor. I squeeze her hand as I watch the floor numbers move slowly. Very slowly. I can’t take it anymore. I turn around quickly, grabbing her waist and pushing her against the wall. My mouth overtakes hers. At first I think I’ve scared her until her hands move around me, up my back and her fingers thread into my hair. My moan echoes in the small area even though it’s muffled by her mouth. I push into her more as she tugs on my hair, my enlarged cock rubbing against her, straining, yearning for her.