"I came in early to do a little sight-seeing," she explained even as another idea, a far more intimate idea came into her head. "But I've been travelling for what feels like days now. Instead of going to a noisy crowded restaurant, why don't we eat in my room? We'll be able to catch up and not have to shout over loud music, screaming kids, and idiots on cell phones."
Desire darkened his hazel eyes for a brief second before he quickly blinked it away. "I don't think that's a good idea, Lex."
The brief glimpse of his hunger gave her the courage to step closer until their bodies brushed in an intimate caress. "I think it's the best idea I've had all year." Deliberately, she dropped her hand to cup his rapidly swelling cock. "Looks like part of you thinks so, too."
Chapter Four
Jagger's hand shook as he stepped out of the elevator. He couldn't breathe, could barely think about anything besides sinking his cock into her wet pussy. He needed Lexa, needed her naked and spread wide open for him.
A soft click and the bland hotel door opened. How they'd gotten here Jagger wasn't sure. One minute he'd mentally been listing all the reasons being alone with Lexa had all the signs of a disaster waiting to happen. The next her sweet hot small hand had cupped his already half hard cock and his big brain shut down and let his lower head take over.
"Are you coming?"
Jagger looked at her and immediately had to close his eyes against the hard throb of desire that pulsed through his veins. He let himself touch her. One rough hand smoothed down her sable hair. She’d looked so sweet, so sexy and so ready to be taken. When had little Lexa turned into such a hot desirable woman? How had he missed it?
Making up his mind, Jagger stepped in the room and shut the door with a firm push. The sound of locks clicking into place heightened his awareness, stripping away the thin veneer of civilization.
Lexa casually tossed her purse onto the wide king-size bed as she walked to the double French doors leading to an enclosed balcony. Anyone else would have seen a calm self-assured woman teasing her soon to be lover. Jagger saw more. He saw the jittery movements of her hands, the way her tongue continuously licked her lips, and the restless movements of her feet.
There were several ways he could direct the next several minutes. The first was to grab her hand and drag her out of the room and far away from the temptation of the bed. The second thing he could do was to order room service like she suggested and take the time to wine and dine her. The third option grabbed him by the balls and insisted he cross the room, slam the curtain closed, toss his woman on the desk next to the windows, and take her the way his cock wanted—hard, fast, and deep.
"Ty" She looked over her shoulder, brows drawn in a slight frown at his silence.
A deep breath in then slowly out as he grabbed hold of the slim thread of his control. He'd go with the first plan. They’d eat in a public place, catch up on their years apart, reconnect and he'd return her to her room, kiss her goodnight, then head back to the monstrosity of a house the team had scored and spend the rest of his evening palming his cock while praying for relief.
"Be sure this is what you want, Lexa. I don't know if I'm strong enough to stop once I touch you." The words poured out of his mouth, a complete contradiction to everything he'd planned on saying.
"I don't want you to stop," she said then sealed her fate by yanking the curtains shut and enclosing them in their own private world.
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She was alone in a hotel room with Tyler. A suite that seemed so much smaller once she shut out their only light source. Neither one of them had bothered with lights or lamps. The room suddenly seemed far too small for two people.
His face was set in tight lines, a muscle in his cheek clenching as she watched in fascination. "Lexa, once I get inside you, I'm not going to leave. Not until I absolutely have to. When you go to your meeting or whatever tomorrow evening, your pussy will ache and you won't be able to remember a time when my cock wasn't fucking you."
Her hands fisted in frustrated anger. Oh, she'd heard a similar song and dance before, though not quite in such explicit terms. Each man failed to live up to the erotic promises, and she walked away from the encounter disappointed and needing the comfort of her vibrator. While the sight of Tyler alone was enough to wet her undies and have her pussy clenching, she knew the most she could hope for was a small orgasm and a quick exit on his part.
She waved a dismissive hand, not really paying him too much attention as she mentally played the scene out in her mind. He'd swing her up into his arms, probably strain his back, kiss her lips for a few minutes before diving down to her breasts then clothes would fall, his cock would be in her, and he'd be asleep within twenty minutes.