Chapter 11

CHAPTER ELEVEN

LAYLA

His light touch shoots across my skin like electricity. My heart pounds against my chest, both from his hand resting on mine and the nervous excitement coursing through my veins from his question. Swallowing hard, I answer, "Yes."

Tristan discreetly flags down our waiter and passes his credit card to pay our bill. "Add a room to my tab."

"Here?" The sole word bubbles from my lips. While he's not the first man I've slept with on a first date, knowing his experience and vaguely knowing his interests, this is the first time in a long time that I've been this nervous. My experiences— although extensive— have been strictly vanilla in nature compared to what I am imagining will be happening tonight.

The fact that I actually really like him is only exacerbating the butterflies in my abdomen.

"I'll take you home if you prefer." He pauses when the waiter returns with his credit card and a room key. Standing from the table, he takes my hand and holds it as we walk toward the elevator. Keeping his voice low, he divulges, "But I'd be lying if I said I hadn't been thinking about my hands and lips on you all night. Knowing you want them, too, I can't fathom waiting as we drive back to SoHo."

Stepping into the empty elevator cab, I take a deep breath and ask, "What floor?"

"Twenty," he responds, and I press the button, causing it to light up. Only two floors down, the elevator doors seem to open within seconds, and he lightly ushers me toward our room.

My heart slams against my rib cage, the thumps so loud I can't believe he can't hear them as he swipes the key card and opens the door. The moment the door clicks behind us, Tristan's large hands grip my waist, and he confidently pulls my back to his chest.

His warm breath blows over my skin, and his lips travel along the length of my neck. "Don't be nervous, darling. I'll go easy on you."

His fingers drag down my neck along his invisible trail of kisses and over my shoulder, taking the thin spaghetti strap of my dress with them. It slides down my arm, and the smooth silk of my dress slips from my breast.

Palming my bare breast, he places a firm, wet kiss against the back of my shoulder as he pushes the strap from the other, leaving the top of my dress hanging around my waist .

"You're fucking exquisite," he groans against my neck. "I want to see every inch of you."

My hands slightly trembling, I undo the short, hidden zipper on my hip, causing my dress to ripple down my legs and pool around my heels. His hands glide over my skin and down my torso.

" Go hálainn . So fucking beautiful," he exhales when he steps before me, his eyes hungrily raking over my body.

"Come," he instructs. Walking backward into the hotel room, he sheds his suit jacket and tosses it onto a cream chaise. I stand unwaveringly still, my nerves cementing me to the floor where I stand. Loosening his tie, he adds, "Are you going to be a good girl and follow me to the bedroom? Or are you going to be learning your first lesson about obedience?"

Oh, fuck…

I hastily dig into my clutch to grab the condom. Dropping the bag to the floor, I step out of the pile of fabric around my feet and quickly follow Tristan to the bedroom. When he sees the condom in my hand, he drawls, "I'm not going to be needing that, darling."

"I…I don't ever—" I sputter as he takes it from my hand and interrupts me.

"I'll begrudgingly wear it for you"—he places it on the nightstand—"but I don't need it because I'm nowhere near ready to fuck you yet."

I gulp so hard at his words; I swear the sound echoes off the walls of the hotel suite. His fingers work down the front of his shirt, deftly undoing each of the buttons as he crosses the room to me. Every undone button reveals more of his chiseled physique and the intricate, black ink swirling beneath his clean-cut exterior.

Unable to stop myself, I place both of my hands on his chest when he reaches me. He lets out a breathy growl as my fingers trail over his pecs and down the rippled divots of his abs.

His body is fucking perfect.

Slipping his fingers under my chin, he steps close, eliminating the gap between us, and tips my face to his. His thumb dusts over my lower lip, forcing me to pout as he drags his hand to my throat. Delicately wrapping his fingers around it, his lips crash into mine.

And I'm fucking ruined.

His tongue sweeps through my mouth, diligently exploring every nook and cranny as his rough hands rub over my skin. He plunders my mouth until I'm a breathless, sodden mess, melting into him and moaning into his mouth. Pulling back and leaving a breath of air between us, his words vibrate against my lips when he whispers, "Get on the bed. Face down."

Still panting and trying to catch my breath from our kiss, I follow his instructions. My knees press into the plush mattress as I climb onto the bed and lay on my stomach.

"Such a good girl," he croons, climbing onto the bed beside me and sliding his fingers through the hair at the nape of my neck. Fisting it lightly, he lifts my head to expose my neck. His lips and tongue caress over my exposed throat before trailing down my spine. Goosebumps prickle in their wake as each touch causes my pussy to flutter. "Fuck, I'm going to enjoy touching and tasting every inch of you."

This man is going to destroy me…