11

Bianca

It was hard to think with Jager’s fingers in my hair and his hips pressed up against my belly. The muscled wall of his chest felt like a shield from the world. I felt safe and warm in his arms, and I didn’t care that he had hurt me in the past. He was here for me now.

His nostrils flared when I told him I wanted to go back to his place, but other than that, he hadn’t moved. He stopped dancing and looked up toward the doors.

Then he interlaced his fingers with mine and pulled me off the dance floor. But instead of exiting the lobby, Jager walked up to the hotel check-in desk.

“I’d like one of your best rooms for the night,” he said, pulling out his wallet and handing the employee a black credit card.

His black blazer stretched as he reached for the card. “It’s a pleasure to have you stay with us, Mr. Payne. We have the penthouse suite available, if you’d like.”

“That isn’t necessary,” I said at the same time Jager replied, “I’ll take it.”

I pulled on his jacket lapels. “Jager, I can wait to get to your place. You don’t have to blow a thousand dollars for a room.”

“It’s five thousand dollars, ma’am,” the employee corrected me.

Jager skewered him with a look before softening his gaze onto me. “I can’t wait. And it’s not blowing money to make sure this is a night you’ll never forget.”

I rubbed my hands along my dress, nervous for the first time—since, well, our first time. We’d done it in my bedroom at home. My whole family was away and Jager had come over early in the day. I’d just come out of the shower, wearing only my robe. I guess it was just a little too much for both of us to handle. It was a bit awkward and quick. And thank God I didn’t get pregnant because we hadn’t used—

“Shit, Jager. We need to stop someplace to grab some…”

“Wine? Chocolates? What do you need? Whatever you want, I’ll order it for you.”

I smiled. “No. I don’t have any protection. Do you?”

I wasn’t sure if I was more disappointed when he shook his head ‘no’ or relieved that he hadn’t planned this all along. The slow-building attraction had felt genuine on my part, and now I was certain it was the same for him, too.

“Here’s your room key, sir,” the man handed Jager a small envelope. “If you need anything, don’t hesitate to call the number inside and a butler will get you whatever you need.” He said the last part in a low voice, making me wonder if he’d heard our conversation.

Jager, however, took the envelope without much talk except for a quick thank you.

As he escorted me to the bank of elevators off to the side, his hand brushed the small of my back and I smiled. It was a small gesture, but one I found incredibly sexy. As though he had the right to put his hand there because it was a spot that was not accessible to just anyone.

When the elevators closed and it was only the two of us inside, a sort of electrical current ran through the air. I felt nervous. I hadn’t been nervous our first time, but maybe because I’d known then he hadn’t been with anyone else before. He had nothing to compare it to. What if he’d slept with a hundred women since then? What if it was only one, and she was the best sex of his life, and I would fail miserably in comparison?

Jager pressed his thumb between my brows and smoothed out the skin there. “What are you worrying about?” he asked. “Have you changed your mind?”

I shook my head. “No. It’s not that. I guess I was just comparing it to our first time.”

He groaned but laughed at the same time. “God, don’t remind me of how terrible I was.”

“Oh no. No. You weren’t terrible.” I shrugged. “It was quite sweet and innocent. And I guess I’m worried I won’t…”

“You won’t?”

The elevator doors opened, but Jager pulled me back when I tried to step out. “Say the word, Bumblebee, and we go back downstairs, and I will be content to hold you in my arms while we dance.”

I pulled him out of the elevators with both hands. “Well, you may be content, but I won’t be,” I said with a smirk.

A little growl escaped his throat, and it sent shivers up my spine.

“Which is our room?” I asked as we walked down the hallway.

“This one right here.” He pulled out the key and unlocked the door.

The first thing I noticed was the view. It was incredible. I could see not only Manhattan, but Brooklyn and all the other boroughs from up here. There were so many lights from cars, stores, apartment buildings, and billboards that the inside of the apartment was visible without any lights on.

Jager walked over to me at the window and put his hands on my shoulders. Then, he kissed my temple and said, “I’ll be right back. Make yourself comfortable.”

His fingers lingered on my shoulder before he walked away. I felt the cold air brush against the back of my neck and the hair stood on end.

After he left, I looked around the room. It was larger than the bungalow I lived in with my brother. There was a full-size kitchen with stainless steel appliances that looked like they’d never been touched. The black granite reflected the lights outside, and I ran my hand across its cold surface.

Goosebumps rose on my arms, and I rubbed them until I was warm. Jager had grabbed my coat, but I didn’t want to put it on. It wouldn’t be comfortable.

My eyes caught a brilliant white marble through a pair of white doors, and I smiled.

I walked toward the bathroom and was immediately struck by the spa-like scent. It was eucalyptus and perhaps white tea.

I traced the large white tub with my fingers as I looked around the room. There was another door that connected to the bedroom, two vanities, a shower with two shower heads, and a steam room attached.

Damn, this was more opulent than anything I could have imagined.

Spotting the large white robe, I unzipped the back of my dress and let it pool to the ground. I would have taken a picture of the red draped across the white marble had I had my phone. There was something artistically beautiful about it.

Removing my bra, I draped it over the tub and placed my dress on top. I left my panties on.

The soft cotton fabric caressed my skin as I put on the robe. That did feel more comfortable than before.

I turned at the sound of the electronic key opening the front door and for a moment I froze until I saw Jager walk in.

“I got a few things—”

He stopped talking when I walked through the bathroom door with the robe open to my navel.

He dropped the bag and marched toward me. He reached me in less than five strides and curled the palm of his hand over the back of my neck and jaw right before his lips crashed into mine.

I hadn’t expected the kiss so quickly, or perhaps it was the intensity in his eyes right before he dropped his head that took my breath away, but I gasped as I struggled to breathe.

He allowed me a short breath before reclaiming my lips and exploring my mouth with the tip of his tongue.

My lungs burned from the intensity of his kiss, and my chest rose with each labored breath.

His fingers were in my hair, and my whole body tingled from his touch and his kiss. It felt as though I were flying.

“You taste so good, B,” he whispered, and my lungs greedily took in air. It sounded as though I was hyperventilating, but I was just trying to keep my feet on the ground and my body from flying away just from a kiss.

His hand found mine, and he led me to the black leather sofa. Removing his jacket, he placed it over the couch. His white shirt stretched from the movement, and I noticed the contour of his chest muscles. God, he was gorgeous with his clothes on. I couldn’t imagine what he looked like with his shirt off.

I was dying to find out.

My fingers found the top button and clumsily opened his shirt. His throat was warm and surprisingly soft. He looked so lean and hard that I almost expected him to be made of rock and bone.

I moved onto the second button and the third. His muscles flexed the closer I got to his rippled middle. Finally, I ran my hands over his shoulders, removing his shirt completely.

Without any reservation, I took him in with my eyes, scanning every inch of the tanned flesh beneath the palm of my hands.

My gaze immediately found the scorpion tattoo on his upper chest, but quickly noticed that he’d added another one below it. Closer to his heart, he’d inked a bee. A bumblebee.

I traced it with my finger. He closed his eyes and pressed his hand over mine. His heart fluttered like a bee trapped in a glass, and I leaned forward and pressed my lips to it.

I didn’t know for sure that it was for me, but how could I not think it, when he still called me by that nickname?

“I never imagined I would hold you like this ever again,” he whispered in my ear and goosebumps climbed all over my body.

“Neither did I.”

“Wait here.”

He stood from the couch and picked up the bag he’d dropped moments earlier. He picked up a box of condoms and slipped a couple in his pocket. Then he pulled out a paper box.

“What’s in there?” I asked, curiosity gnawing at me.

He smirked and handed me the box. Prying the two white flaps apart, I saw a half dozen chocolate-covered strawberries inside.

I smiled. “They’re my favorite.”

“I know. I’ve fantasized aboutdoing this for years.”

“You imagined buying me chocolates? That’s sweet.”

He shook his head. “No, B. I imagined this.”

Taking the box from my hands, he pulled me over to sit on the couch. His hand slid up my thigh and parted the robe, revealing my red lace panties underneath. “Mmm…this won’t do,” he said.

Hooking his thumb on the inside of the waistband, he pulled them down. I could have made it difficult for him, but my body was already throbbing with his touch.

I raised my hips, and he gently pulled the fabric down, taking his time as he ran his fingers along my leg. His touch left a trail of bumps wherever it went.

Then, he turned to the strawberries and picked one up. I opened my mouth in anticipation, but he never fed it to me. Instead, he trailed the tip of the strawberry along the inside of my leg. It was cold, intensifying the sensation along my skin.

When he reached the top of my thigh, he stopped and stared at the strawberry as it edged closer to my core. “Do I look any different from what you remember?”

I regretted the words as soon as I said them. “Forget it.”

“That day is ingrained in my memory. The way you felt, the way you made me feel. It was incredible. But there is something I’ve always regretted from that day that I need to rectify tonight.”

“W—what is that?” I stammered as he rubbed the tip of the strawberry over my clit. I closed my eyes as it swelled in anticipation.

My pussy pulsed and I almost didn’t hear his answer.

“I didn’t get a chance to taste you.”

Oh God.

He stroked the cool chocolate tip again and again, and I shivered. Then, he raised the strawberry to his mouth and ate all of it. Heat rose in my cheeks as he stared at me, chewing and licking his lips.

I gasped when he pulled me forward, my back falling against the soft cushions of the couch. His nostrils flared just before he dropped to his knees. A loud groan emanated from my chest when his warm lips sucked on the sensitive flesh.

The throbbing intensified, and I sunk my fingers into his hair to push him closer. Ah, I’d never done that before, but I couldn’t get enough of him.

He moved slowly but surely, circling his tongue over the rigid bud. My legs fell to the side, and he pushed himself further inside of me. The swirling of his tongue made my head spin, and I felt my orgasm build. It grew, and it grew until he drew all of my clit into his mouth and sucked.

“Ah,” I cried when my climax hit, and he held me down as my body bucked up. He didn’t remove his mouth. His lips continued to kiss, and his tongue soothed the delicate flesh until my legs relaxed again and I exhaled loudly.

My arm was over my eyes, but I heard him unzip his pants. The sound sent a greedy shiver to my core. A crinkle of foil and a rip was next, and I moved my arm to watch him roll on the condom.

Fuck, had he always been that big? I remember it hurt the first time, but I thought that was expected.

Jager licked his hand and rubbed my pussy, but I was already wet and ready. “I promise to go slow.”

“Don’t you dare,” I said.

The lights from outside illuminated his chest, but his face remained dark. He lowered himself onto me and pressed only the tip inside.

I groaned from the pleasure of feeling him over me. But it wasn’t enough. Sinking my fingers into the curve of his ass, I pushed him forward.

He groaned. “Fuck, don’t do that, B, or you’re going to get a lot more of me than you’re ready for.”

“I’m ready, Jager.”

Despite my words, he dropped his head and hand and teased my clit until moisture built inside of me. My slick entrance guided him further inside until he pushed another few inches deeper. “That’s it,” he whispered. “I fucking love how you can take it.”

His words only spurred me further, and I felt my pussy clench and then expand. He pushed himself all the way in and swore harshly next to my ear.

He pumped his hips, and my head swam with pleasure, another orgasm building, stronger this time.

His hands slipped underneath my bottom and raised my ass. I gasped when his dick hit a spot at this new angle, and he smiled. “I got you.”

Yes, he did. He had all of me and I didn’t care how much he took. I gave it to him freely. My body, my mind, my—

“Oh, Jager,” I panted when the pleasure was so intense I could barely breathe. “Yes.”

Jager slammed his hips harder into me, his balls slapping against my ass. I dropped my arms and my head back and let him fuck me as hard as he could.

But when my nipples hardened, and he took one in his mouth, I knew I couldn’t last. My body clenched and spasmed and I screamed out his name.

Jager roared something, jerking forward, barely catching himself before he fell on top of my limp body.

“Damn, Bumblebee. You’re going to be the death of me,” he said, boxing me in with his arms.

“Yes. But you’ll die a happy man.”

“That I fucking will.”