Page 28 of Inked Nights

He grinned and then reached down to pick her up. “I figured our first time as an us, rather than an idea, should be in your bed. What do you say? We’ve made the hotel ours, but let’s try something new.”

She pointed down the hallway. “Second door on the right. Make it fast, Derek, before I wake up and realize this is all a dream.”

He kissed her as he walked, making sure to keep her safe and not fall along the way. “It’s our dream then, only a waking one.”

When they got to the bedroom, he carefully set her down on the bed, then kissed her some more. Their hands roamed over each other, their breaths coming in pants. When he stripped her out of her clothes, he laughed some as he tried to take off her sports bra.

“This thing is the bane of my existence. Not so much with the sexy lace, you know?” she said with a sultry laugh.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” he growled then bent over her so he could take one dark nipple into his mouth. Then he sucked on the other one, and she arched against him.

He quickly licked down her body before kissing her right over her wet and hot pussy. When she called his name, he leaned back and stripped out of his clothes, not wanting a single barrier between them except for the condom he slid along his length. He would discuss that and more with her later, but for now, it was just the two of them, the feel of them, their need.

“I’m going to taste more of you later, but I need to be inside you, Liv. I need more of you. Can you handle me? Make it just us, quick and hard, then go soft and slow next time?”

She licked her lips, then reached between their bodies, gripping the base of his cock tightly enough to make his eyes cross.

“I can do that. I know your body, Derek. You know mine. Let’s remind each other of that, then learn the rest.”

“I can do that.” He leaned down and kissed her again, needing her taste, then slowly, oh so slowly, he entered her. Her heat, tight, wet, and perfect for him. As soon as he was fully seated, she lifted her hips, squeezing him even more, then gasped.

“Move, Derek. I need you to move.”

“For you? Always.”

And he moved.

They kissed, touched, and arched for each other until she came around him, and he followed soon after. He didn’t stop touching her even as they lay together before going for another round, this one slower, and somehow, even hotter.

He had his Olivia, the woman of his dreams, the woman who had been the center of his nights and what he looked forward to each month for far too long, and he knew he’d want for nothing else.

She was his everything, and he couldn’t wait to learn more of her in the coming days, over the coming nights.

Because she was truly his, just as he was hers.

And despite the rules he’d given himself, he’d learned her and would learn more. He’d have more than a single night a month, and he’d make all the promises in the world.

And in the end, he’d keep them.

For her.

His Olivia.

His promise.

His future.

His.

Epilogue

Olivia brushed her hair back from her shoulders, missing the long length, but enjoying her new inverted bob. It took less time to deal with in the mornings, and with everything going on in her life, she needed that time.

With a smile, she took a sip of her martini and looked around the hotel bar. There were a few businessmen around, mostly keeping to themselves, but there were a few giving her looks, as well. She ignored them since she wasn’t here for them.

No, she was here for him.

And herself, of course.