Indigo Nights (Nights #3)(11)

“It’s four thirty. I need to get cleaned up.”

“I mean, how many orgasms? I told you to keep count.” He crawled across the bed, pulling the bed sheets down my body.

I slid away from him. “Four, but seriously. We need to get going. We have to check in again.” I climbed out of bed and headed to the living room. I was pretty sure that my clothes had started to come off before we hit the bedroom. The silver domes were still scattered across the dining table. What a waste. I hadn’t even seen what they were hiding. I picked up one to find a slice of strawberry gateau that looked incredible. I dipped my finger into the cream and tasted. Hmmm. I closed my eyes. Delicious.

“Your ass is the best I’ve ever laid eyes on.” Dylan’s hands were on my hips, smoothing down my ass. Every time he touched me, my skin tightened as if my body was preparing itself for another climax. But I really had to shower.

“Dylan. We have to check in.”

He ignored me. “Lean over.” He grabbed my waist with one hand, the other pushing me gently forward so I was gripping the edge of the table.

“And your *—it’s so f*cking sweet.” Without warning, he slammed into me, forcing me farther onto the table. Vaguely, I heard a plate crash to the ground, but couldn’t concentrate on anything but Dylan f*cking me as though it was the first time.

He gripped my hips, pulling me back onto him.

“You want to get all checked in? You had enough of my dick?”

“No.” I was trembling and weak from a night of monumental f*cking, but I would never get enough of his dick.

I bucked away from him when he reached around and found my clit. He knew the exact pressure to use. I wasn’t sure I’d survive another orgasm. I clasped my hand over his. “Please” was all I could manage.

“This clit is mine. I told you that. I’ll do what I want with it.”

I released his hand, steadying myself on the table. He was right; he owned my body when he touched me. There was something disturbing about the power he had over it.

Despite Dylan filling me like no other man ever had, I had the urge to have him deeper. I widened my legs, hoping to get more of him.

“Oh, yes, you can’t get enough, can you?”

I shook my head. “Please.” He slammed faster and faster into me, pulling me closer and closer to him. He groaned behind me as I twisted my hips in the hope that I could give him a fraction of the pleasure he was giving me.

The skin on my arms began to burn from the friction against the table, and I found I took pleasure from it. I wanted some kind of semi-permanent reminder of the f*ck of my life. I’d never see him again after tonight. I’d like something to remember him by.

“Look at me, Beth. I know you’re close and I want to see that beautiful face when you come.”

I turned to him, pushing myself up with one hand. A thin sheen of sweat covered his muscle-bound body and the veins in his neck stood out with his effort. The sight of him was the last straw, and I gave him my orgasm, one final time.



Dylan

I set the temperature of my shower to cold. I’d been looking for a new f*ck, but I hadn’t expected to find the lay of the decade. We’d f*cked all night and could have gone all day today if a flight to London weren’t inconveniencing us. I’d never second-guessed myself in bed before, particularly when a woman had clearly climaxed, but I hoped it had been good for Beth; as good as it had been for me. I wanted it to have been memorable for her. There was something about her that brought out a protective side in me.

I was going to have to cool down—she’d be in the seat right next to mine and I didn’t want to spend eight hours with a raging hard-on thirty thousand feet up. Just the thought of those perfect tits bouncing freely in front of me . . . Argh, I was done for. I shook my head, trying to get images of her out of my brain.

After I’d made her come five times, Beth had gone back to her room to prepare for check-in. She’d left in a rush, leaving me dazed, recovering from another explosion against her creamy skin. She’d seemed sated and I took satisfaction from that.

I showered quickly, hoping to catch up with her before we boarded. Grab her number, touch her. I’d really like to see her again, make it good for her again. If not today, then while I was in London.

Beth Harrison was everything a woman should be in bed: responsive, willing and a mesmerizing sight naked. She was also confident about her body and sassy enough to have called me a peach. She might have been a little shy at first, but any reticence had disappeared as my tongue touched her skin. I grinned and toweled off. I dressed quickly, eager to see her again.



I got to the lounge in record time and after scanning the main area and not seeing Beth, I passed the showers, heading to the table I’d found her at yesterday. I couldn’t stop the grin on my face as I rounded the corner. Our table was empty. Shit. She wasn’t here yet. I checked my watch. She was going to have to be quick; they’d start boarding first class any minute. Perhaps she’d got stuck on a call, but who would be calling her so early? Someone in London, maybe? A boyfriend? She didn’t strike me as a cheater, and she’d told me she’d never had sober sex. She didn’t seem like a liar.

I slumped in a chair and waited.

The same waitress who’d booked Beth’s hotel room approached me. “Can I get you any refreshments, sir?”