Talk? There won’t be much of that going on if we go to his room. It’s crazy to even consider going with him, but I know how amazing he is. The way he held me, the way he passionately made love to me even though love wasn’t even in the equation. I’ve heard of other people’s one-night stands, most of them being fast and to the point. Our one-night stand wasn’t like that at all. I scan the crowd for Jordan and she looks at me just as I spot her. The second she sees my Gatsby, she smiles and mouths the word go.
Gatsby holds out his hand and I take it. The electricity between us shoots up my arm like fire. “Let’s go,” I murmur.
Bringing my hand up to his lips, he kisses it. “As you wish.”
Hand in hand, we walk out of the ballroom and as soon as we get to the elevator, he lets my hand go and wraps his arm around my waist. My heart skips a beat and I can feel the butterflies going crazy in my stomach. We take the elevator to the very top floor where the most expensive rooms are.
He takes me to the last door at the end of the hallway. When he opens it, I gasp as I walk in. Inside, there are rose petals scattered across the floor with a bottle of champagne chilling by the bed. He comes up behind me and presses his lips to my neck. “Are we keeping the masks on again?”
The warmth of his lips makes my skin tremble with anticipation. “I want to say no, but I can’t.” I turn around in his arms. “Last month was the first time I’ve ever done anything like this with anyone. Sometimes I think you’re too good to be true. If we break the spell…”
He presses a finger to my lips. “I think you are too good to be true. I want you to know who I am, but I don’t want to lose what we have here.”
“Then let’s just have this one night. If we run into each other again, we’ll figure it out then. Right now, I just want to have tonight with you.”
His eyes twinkle. “I can live with that.” His lips close over mine, kissing me deeply. I can’t think straight with him doing that. I don’t want to. I want to lose myself in his touch. He breaks the kiss first and stares down at me again. “Are you sure this is what you want?”
I lift my hands to his face. “Yes.”
All it would take is a simple tug on the ribbons to unmask him. I want to know who he is, but I can’t bring myself to do it. He brushes a thumb over my lips. “You’re so beautiful.”
My body knows what it wants. There’s no denying it. Grabbing his face, I pull his lips down to mine. “I want you. I wish you knew how bad.”
The low growl escapes his lips making my body tighten in all the right places. “Probably not nearly as much as I’ve wanted you. There’s so much you don’t know.”
Taking his hand, I place his fingers on the side zipper of my dress. “Maybe one day you’ll tell me.”
His eyes darken, and he slowly lowers the zipper of my silver flapper dress. Keeping his eyes on mine, he slides my dress down my body. My skin is on fire and all I can think about is feeling him inside of me.
He moans deep in his chest when he gazes down at me with his sexy gray and golden eyes, licking his lips. Kissing the mounds of my breasts, he lowers the fabric over one and begins to suck on my taut, sensitive nipple while reaching behind me to unclasp my bra. He shoves it away, keeping his lips enclosed over my breast. The need to have him grows more intense with every touch.
It’s strange how my body responds to him, almost as if I’m starved for his touch. I’ve never been like that with any other man. My underwear is soaked and I’m so close to letting go. Fumbling with his pants, I try desperately to get them undone so I can wrap my fingers around his cock and feel it pulsate with my touch. He rips off his button down shirt and jacket, revealing his muscular smooth chest, and then helps me out and kicks off his pants when I have them undone. As soon as he’s free, I take him in my hands and squeeze, pumping him up and down.
“That feels so damn good,” he groans.
Harder and faster I stroke his length, enjoying the satisfied rumble in his chest. With his arm around my waist, he moves me to the bed and lays me down, taking off my underwear so he can spread my legs wide with his knee. Keeping his gaze on mine, he kisses me gently at first and then harder as he pushes his fingers inside of me. Gasping from the sensations, I open wider for him, loving the sound of his satisfied moans.
“Harder,” I beg, spreading my legs wider.
He does as I say, and I’m so close to losing control. Tightening around his fingers, he bites down on my lip and sucks as I cry out in pleasure, riding the waves of my orgasm. Slowly, he rubs my sensitive clit with his thumb and swirls his fingers in the wetness between my legs. Keeping his gaze on mine, he traces my nipples with my desire, and sucks them both greedily. Tasting me. Devouring me. My body craves him. He reaches over to the bedside table drawer and pulls out a condom. He strokes himself a few times, grinning
