Melting the Ice(71)

            He laid the bags down. “Nice room. Has this one always been yours?”

            “Yes. And thanks. Is your room okay?”

            “It’s fine. I don’t need much, and my room here is plenty big enough.”

            “I’m glad. Which one did they put you in?”

            He leaned against the wall. “Why? Thinking of paying me a midnight visit?”

            She rushed over and pulled him inside, then shut the door. “Why don’t you broadcast to the entire family? I thought we agreed we were going to be discreet?”

            “Yeah, well, that was before you walked ahead of me up the stairs. He palmed his dick through his jeans, and Carolina’s gaze went right there, which only made him rub his erection more.

            “Drew.” Her tone was a warning, but she looked torn herself.

            “I can’t help it, Lina. You make me hard.”

            She shuddered out a breath. “We can’t do this.”

            But she didn’t back away, and she didn’t open the door for him to leave.

            “Okay. We can’t do this.”

            He waited. And she came closer.

            “Drew.”

            He slid his fingers in her hair. “Yeah.”

            She rose up on her toes and brushed her lips across his. He swept his arm around her back and flipped her, pushing her back against the wall next to the door. Then he kissed her, taking what he’d wanted since she walked in tonight—a deep, soul-shattering kiss, pressing his body full-on against hers, letting her feel what she did to him.

            She moaned against his lips and he wrapped his tongue around hers while letting his hand roam along her back and lower to cup her butt. He pulled her in, driving his shaft against her.

            He wanted her naked, wanted to sink inside her, the need for her driving his desire to a primal level that left him mindless.

            She reached for his shirt and pulled it up. He released her lips and tugged the shirt over his head, then grabbed her sweater, doing the same. He undid the clasp of her bra and removed it, her breasts spilling into his waiting hands. With relentless need, he bent and took each bud into his mouth, sucking until she whimpered, pulling at him, kissing him with the same fevered hunger that drove him.

            He stepped back and undid the button on his jeans, kicking his shoes off at the same time he shucked his jeans and boxers to the floor. Carolina was already reaching for his cock, dropping to her knees and putting her mouth on him.

            He groaned when she took him between her lips, and as he watched his shaft disappear into her hot, wet mouth, he propped a hand against the wall for support, because his legs shook. He pumped his cock into her mouth, then partly withdrew. She lifted her gaze to his and cupped his balls, gently squeezing as she propelled her lips forward and squeezed his cock between the roof of her mouth and her sweet tongue.

            He was going to come if she kept doing that, and he wanted inside her pussy. He pulled out and lifted her, undoing her jeans and helping her as she wriggled out of them.

            “I’m going to fuck you up against this wall,” he said.

            “I have condoms.” She dashed over to her bedside and reached into the drawer, pulling one out and hurrying back.

            He smiled at the thought of her bringing condoms. Maybe she’d wanted this as much as he had. “So did I.” He took the condom from her and sheathed himself, then pushed her back against the wall, lifting her arms over her head and capturing her wrists. He took her mouth in a hot, sweet kiss as he spread her legs and buried himself inside her.