What's Left of Us
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“This was only a preview.”
I don’t think I can get to the hotel fast enough once we’re back on the road. I’m not certain I’ve come to complete stops when I’m supposed to, and I haven’t even considered slowing down at yellow lights. All I can think about is how good she felt beneath my touch, and how I want more.
The hotel isn’t that far from the Convention Center. Only a few miles. Or, maybe it only seems that close because of the speed I’m driving.
Finally, we get there. I clasp Aundrea’s hand and make a beeline for the stairway. I can’t take another moment of torture, and waiting for the elevators sounds like exactly that right now.
“What about checking in?” Aundrea mumbles as I pull her past the front desk, almost stumbling.
“Already taken care.”
“When?”
“Earlier.” I spent the afternoon here getting it set up while Aundrea was with Genna. It’s nothing major, but I figured if we’re doing prom then she should get the whole experience, which includes the romantic hotel room at the end of the perfect night.
I only let go of her hand long enough to unlock the door.
“Oh. My. Parker. This is, wow.” Her eyes are wide and her voice quiet.
I’ve placed pink lotus flowers all around the room. Dozens of battery-operated tea lights form a path along the red and blue carpet, cover the dresser, and illuminate the bed, which is covered in pink petals.
“You did all this … for me?”
Of course I did, but she already knows that. I take her hands and pull her inside. I didn’t come here to talk and I know she didn’t either.
Her lips turn up at the corners as she follows me.
When I hit the corner of the bed I stumble backward. I brace myself, but not quickly enough. Before I even know what’s happening, Aundrea pushes me flat on the mattress. I land on a few tea lights and grunt in annoyance, tossing them aside. Well, it seemed like a good idea to put them here at the time.
Aundrea straddles me.
I can’t take my eyes off her as she tugs her dress up to her waist. Her hips shift against me and the hard bulge in my pants responds.
“Is this what you wanted?” she whispers, leaning into me. Her cleavage is pronounced, and my eyes linger there for a few moments.
My breathing quickens when she slowly taunts me, leaning back slightly and unzipping her dress. I can’t wait another second. I sit up and tug her zipper down forcefully. She lets out a tiny yelp of surprise.
“You’re all I want.”
I kiss her neck and her chest, pushing her bra down and cupping her swollen breasts in my hands. Her head falls back, and before long she’s pushing back on her heels. I look up at her, waiting.
“I think it’s only fair I make you feel good, don’t you think?” she says, giving me a grin that makes me want to lose myself right here.
Fuck. “Aundrea.” I don’t smile. “Are you insinuating what I think you are?”
“I don’t know, but if you’re talking about me riding you, you would be correct.”
Good God! “Jesus, woman.”
“Jesus isn’t here.” Her face stays serious as she uses my cheesy line and I try hard not to laugh. I can tell she’s trying just as hard, but a small snicker escapes anyway.
I grin at her, but when she stands and slips out of her clothing all memories of our joke are gone.
“You have such an amazing body, Aundrea. So sexy,” I murmur, leaning back on my elbows as I watch her.
As she climbs on top of me, I lie back. She begins slowly grinding her hips into mine, and I get even harder.
Our lips join and she pulls my zipper down. I suck on her top lip as she rubs me, but my head falls back when her hand slips inside my boxers, taking my hard length into her palm.
She lightly traces up and down my shaft, setting it free from my clothing. My breathing speeds up with her movements.
All I can think about is being inside of her and feeling her soft body around me.
I cup her cheek and hold her head, deepening our kiss. It feels as if flames are leaping between Aundrea’s skin and mine, igniting us.
She shifts her hips, positioning herself and I am desperate. If this woman doesn’t let me bury myself deep inside of her soon, I’ll embarrass myself. She giggles, clearly aware of my desperation, and glides down slowly, taking in every inch of me. I thrust up, needing to be deeper inside her.
“Shit,” I mutter. She is so warm and tight and I’m already close, so I hold her hips in place, trying to settle down a little. I want us to take our time. I need to enjoy every minute of this.
Aundrea lifts up so I’m almost all the way out of her, then slams back down on me, pulling swears from me over and over.
She finds a rhythm she likes, rocking against me. I keep my hands on her hips, but let her set the pace.
“Fuck, Aundrea. You’re so fucking hot right now.”
She opens her eyes and I can see the fire burning behind them; I’m sure she can see the desire in mine.
I react without a thought: still inside her, I reverse our positions, putting her beneath me.
“Parker!” she gasps in surprise.
I pull out and thrust back inside of her. She arches and her eyes roll back.
“Oh my …”
“That’s it, baby.”
I pull out and push myself back in, slowly. I suddenly realize that I’m still clothed while she’s naked. Somehow, that makes it even hotter.