Brent teased her with light brushes of his fingertips over her weeping sex. She moaned in frustration, but he only chuckled and continued his torture. When his mouth hovered over her, she thought she might go crazy before she felt the first long, wet lick between her folds.
Lacey’s hips bucked, but he wasn’t one to be rushed. Using one long finger, he separated her most private part and licked her up like cream. She was moaning under him, begging for more, but he only teased.
As Lacey moved her hips to the rhythm, he kissed, licked, and rubbed, taking her closer to release.
Stabbing his tongue inside her pussy, he added first one finger then a second as she rode his face.
Small, soft cries escaped her mouth as she was lost in the pleasure he gave her. One handed, he was able to pull his clothes off.
Pushing her legs farther apart with his free hand, he moved his mouth and sucked on her clit while adding a third finger. Lacey exploded around him. Her cream rushed over his mouth, and he greedily lapped it up. Her muscles contracted around his fingers, and her body shook from the pressure of her orgasm.
Not giving her a moment of rest, he climbed up her body, leaving a wet trail of kisses, until he covered her. He shared her taste with her as he kissed her passionately. She restlessly kneaded his back and wrapped her slender legs around his waist. Demanding he take her like he wanted.
“Open your eyes,” he ordered, his voice husky with need.
Lacey was powerless to deny him.
“Watch me as I take you.”
“Yessss,” she hissed as he entered her. He pushed in slowly inch by inch as her body clamped around him.
Lacey gladly accepted him inside, arching her back to take him deep. He rested his forehead against hers as he paused to catch his breath.
Brent pulled out quickly before slamming back in. Lacey’s breath caught, and she couldn’t get it back before he repeated the movement over and over. She lifted her hips so she met each stroke, giving as good as she was getting.
“Oh baby…you feel so good. So right,” Brent murmured as he plunged in and out of her.
Lacey didn’t think he was aware of speaking or what he was saying, but she heard every word.
“That’s it…take me…take all of me…”
Lacey slid her legs up to try to take him in deeper. When he pulled them over his shoulders, changing the angle and indeed going deeper, she broke apart again. Closing her eyes, once again she found her release.
Brent groaned as her muscles milked him. His hips began to piston even faster as his thrusts became shorter and more desperate.
Opening her eyes, Lacey looked into his face. She wanted to see him reach completion. Squeezing her inner muscles, she reached up and ran her nails over his back, marking him.
Brent yelled out his release, slamming inside, and releasing his seed deep into her.
Lacey lay on the bed with Brent’s weight covering her, spent and exhausted. When he rolled over and off her, she was too tired to complain. One arm came around her, and he pulled her closer.
She closed her eyes as she concentrated on the pace of his heartbeat. Her own was hammering. She was confused about what happened. If he was only getting back at her for her seduction, the words he’d spoken didn’t make sense.
She drifted off to sleep before she could put to much thought into what had just happened.
Lacey wasn’t sure what woke her, but she found herself in bed alone. Sitting up, she strained to hear inside the large hotel suite. She could hear the water running in the shower and knew Brent was in there.
Looking at the bedside clock, she noted it was only a little past midnight. She pulled the covers off and sat on the side of the bed. She wasn’t sure what to do. Could Brent have changed his mind about what
was going on between them or was this only revenge?
Lacey knew her feelings went deeper than just sleeping with him. She’d fallen for him long before that first time in the hotel. It had broken her heart when he had so carelessly thrown it and her away. She didn’t know if she could face that again.
She stood and looked at herself in the mirror above the dresser. No, she wouldn’t be able to go through it again. As much as it hurt, she would have to leave him before he left her.
She pulled her dress back on silently. She couldn’t find her panties so she decided not to worry about them. Carrying her shoes in her arms, she took one last look at the bathroom door and quietly left the bedroom and suite.
Tears fell from her eyes as she made it to the elevator, but she didn’t care. Luckily, she was by herself in the elevator and there was no one in the hallway to her own room. She made it inside the room before the she broke. Sobbing she went to her bathroom and turned on the shower. The dress she’d worn was discarded onto the floor as she stepped under the burning water. The heat felt good as she sat on the edge and cried.
Brent was humming under his breath when he opened the bathroom door. He stopped cold when he saw the empty bed. Lacey was gone? He listened to see if he could hear her in another part of the suite.
Only silence. Surely she wouldn’t have left. Looking around, he noticed her dress and shoes gone.
He fisted his hands at his sides. She was gone. He wasn’t sure whether to laugh or yell. Once again she had surprised him. Instead of waiting in bed, so they could talk about what had happened, Lacey had run away. Going to the closet, he yanked down a pair of jeans and put them on. He didn’t bother with a shirt or shoes, only grabbed his room key as he slammed out.
Luckily, he had been paying attention earlier when Lacey and Cara had exchanged room numbers so they could meet later in the day. As he headed to the fifth floor, his blood was boiled, and it was all he could do not to pound on the door when he reached it.
He knocked twice before he realised she wasn’t going to respond. “Damn it, Lacey! Open this door.” She opened it then with the chain attached. He stuck his foot into the opening, blocking her from being able to close it.
“Let me in.”
She shook her head. He could see her in a hotel robe, and her hair was wet.
“Lacey, let me in. Do you think I can’t snap this chain off?” She must have realised he could, because she sighed and pushed the door in slightly to release the chain off.
Brent pushed past her and slammed the door. The only light in her room was the one on the bedside table. He walked to the bed and pointed. “Sit down.”
She moved slowly but sat where he had pointed. “Brent…” He held up a hand and shook his head. “I have something to say, and you’re going to listen.” She nodded and folded her hands in her lap.
He paced for a few minutes, trying to get his temper under control and find the right words. “I owe you an apology.”
Lacey’s head snapped up at that.
“I owe you an apology for the first time we were together, another one for the past three months, and finally for what happened earlier.”
Insulted, Lacey clenched her hands. “You’re going to apologise for what happened earlier?” Brent watched the emotions clearly written on her face. “Not for what happened, no. But for not talking to you first.” Dropping to his knees in front of her, he cupped her face. “I should have explained how I felt before taking you to bed again.”
Lacey nodded and tried to pull out of his hold, but he easily held her in place.
“After my second book was released and became a best seller, I had all kinds of women come on to me. I’m not proud of it, but I took them all, a different woman in a different city. I drank too much, gambled, and basically didn’t care about myself or anyone else.” Lacey opened her mouth to respond but he shook his head.