I hadn't recognized either of them, although I hadn't looked too closely either. Not after I realized exactly what I was witnessing. But considering the fact that my roommate had still planned on heading down to Florida with her boyfriend as I was leaving for the bar-and he wasn't either of those guys- she couldn't have known them very well. Certainly not well enough to invite them back to our place for some double penetration on our couch.
I didn't mention any of that to Dane, though. He looked like he was close to going ballistic already. The last thing I needed to do was give him a reason to do what he'd threatened.
"Thank you," I whispered, taking another step closer.
"Fuck, Addilyn. You don't have anything to thank me for."
"You're wrong," I disagreed. "Thank you for being such a good sport about dinner. For being a gentleman and insisting that you're going to open my doors for me. For walking me up to my apartment instead of dropping me off in the parking lot. For getting me out of there as quickly as possible. For giving a damn about me, even though we only met tonight."
As I rattled off all the reasons I was glad to have met him tonight, he turned towards me and pulled me into his arms. "What if what I want to do next is the opposite of being a gentleman, especially since we just met?"
I only had the craziness of the night to blame for the leap of faith I took. "Maybe I'll be just as thankful for the ungentlemanly side of you. We'll never know unless you let your inner scoundrel out," I trailed off.
"Scoundrel, huh?" The anger bled from his hazel eyes as they filled with humor.
"Yeah," I laughed, wrinkling my nose. "It was either that or cad. I couldn't think of a more modern word for it. I blame the English lit class I took last semester."
"It doesn't matter what you call it. If you want me to unleash that side of myself, you've got it."
Warning bells should have been ringing so loudly inside my head that the whole floor of the hotel could hear them, but there was a sense of rightness instead. Like this was exactly where I was supposed to be, and absolutely the right person I was supposed to be with at such a pivotal moment in my life. "Yes, that's what I want, Dane."
He took me on my word, picking me up and tossing me over his shoulder as he stalked into the other room of his suite. He kicked the door shut and gently dropped me onto the mattress. In the short amount of time it took me to get my bearings, he'd already gotten his shoes off and was slipping out of the shirt he'd somehow managed to unbutton. Taking my cue from him, I kicked off my shoes but didn't get any further before he climbed onto the bed with me.
"Let me," he whispered against my neck, his breath hot against my skin. His fingers drifted down my sides, raising goosebumps along their path. When he reached the hem, he tugged my shirt up and over my head, lifting my arms right along with it. With my shirt gone, he settled my arms around his neck while he made quick work of my bra.
I didn't feel shy or self-conscious, not with the way he stared at me with such blatant hunger in his eyes. His fingertips glided over my arms, across my neck and then down to my breasts. He slid his palms underneath them, hefting them upwards as he lowered his head down. At the first swipe of his tongue against one of my nipples, my back arched and lifted my breasts even higher. He tugged my nipple between his teeth, and my panties went from damp to soaking wet. I squirmed beneath him, as a needy little moan crept up my throat.
My reaction seemed to shatter his control. He groaned against my skin, sucking my breast as far into his mouth as he could get it. Then it felt as though his lips were everywhere, licking and sucking his way all over my body. Everywhere his mouth went, his hands followed-squeezing and caressing. When he reached my jeans, he swiftly unbuttoned them and worked the zipper down to draw them off my legs. As soon as they were off, he pressed my thighs apart. Lost in the feelings he was drawing out of my body; I didn't resist. I just wanted more, and fast.
"You're so fucking gorgeous, Addilyn," he rasped. He brushed his lips over mine in a gentle kiss as I felt his fingers tug my panties down my legs. He lifted away from me, and his eyes scanned my body. A low growl rumbled in his chest, and he started pulling off the rest of his own clothes.
I watched, fascinated by each inch he bared to me. I wanted to trail my fingers over the muscles in his arms and lick every ridge of his six-pack abs. But every thought was wiped from my brain when he dropped his pants on the floor and leaned forward to cover my pussy with his mouth. I couldn't focus on anything else as he flicked his tongue across my clit. It felt too good, driving me to the edge of an orgasm at warp speed. I reached down, burying my fingers in his hair as I lifted my hips up to his mouth.