I feel like the most special girl in the world when he looks at me like that.
“We could…” I swallow hard, trying to get the courage to finish this tantalizing thought. “We could hole up somewhere for the night.”
“Just the two of us?”
God, the way he’s looking at me… I gulp.
“Yeah.”
He holds his breath as he turns back to the road.
“It was a stupid idea,” I quickly say when it’s clear that he’s not into it. How could I be such an idiot?
“No,” he grunts as he stares out the windshield. “It’s not.”
His knuckles are white as he grips the steering wheel. His whole body is flexed. What is going on?
“Spending the night with you is the best idea I’ve ever heard,” he whispers in a torn voice. “Nothing would make me happier.”
“But?” I can sense one coming.
He sighs as he turns to me with anguish in his eyes.
“Shacking up with me is going to be like shacking up with a hungry predator. I won’t be able to stop myself, Bailey. I won’t be able to hold onto control around you.”
I study my hands as his tempting words linger between us. I don’t know if it’s just me but the air in here feels thicker.
“Mates are meant to be together, aren’t they?”
He nods.
“Well, then maybe, that’s what we both need. To lose control a little.”
The heated look he gives me nearly causes my body to melt into the seat.
He’s the sexiest man I’ve ever seen and the sudden irrational need to lean over and take his cock in my mouth hits me with an almost unstoppable urge.
I squeeze my hands into fists and keep myself rooted in the seat as my mouth waters. There will be time for that later…
We drive in silence for a while until a nice hotel comes up on the side of the highway. It’s the type of place where people come in their Mercedes and BMWs to get away for the weekend. Where they can have a nice dinner at the five-star restaurant and sleep in a large comfy bed.
I don’t say a word as Roman pulls off the highway and drives up to it.
My whole body is tingling with excitement when he pulls into a spot.
“Are you stopping to use the restroom?”
He turns off the truck and turns to me with lustful eyes. “Will you spend the night with me, Bailey?”
My head starts nodding all on its own.
“Yes.”
My heart is thumping in my chest as we get out and head to the front door.
A porter comes up to Roman and asks if we have any bags. They start talking when the rumbling sound of motorcycles catches my attention. I turn and see three guys on motorcycles suddenly pull over on the side of the highway. They have leather biker vests on and are pointing at Roman.
No, it can’t be. They’re pointing at the hotel.
But something doesn’t feel right in my gut as they stare. When they get back on their bikes and ride away, I see Lone Wolf Mercenaries written on their backs.
“They have a room for us,” Roman says as the porter rushes off. “A nice one overlooking the mountains.”
All of my worries quickly gets replaced by excitement as I imagine all of the incredible firsts that are going to happen in the next twenty-four hours.
This is the first time I’ll ever be with a man. I’ve never had sex and I hadn’t even kissed a boy until an hour ago, which seems unusual since I’m twenty, but makes perfect sense now that I know I was waiting for my mate.
I was waiting for Roman.
As he takes my hand and brings me into the hotel, I realize the wait is over.
The room is perfect and so is he. It’s a gorgeous suite with a stunning view of the mountains and most importantly, a nice big bed in the middle of the room.
Roman started running a bath as soon as we checked out the bathroom and now it’s almost full.
The sound of running water is replacing all of the unsaid words between us.
A million thoughts are racing through my head at the same time. How do we do this? What is the protocol?
Roman disappears into the bathroom and the sound of the running water stops. He has no shirt on when he comes back out.
My heart starts doing little flips as I drag my eyes all over his muscular torso. His skin is tanned and tight over each hulking muscle from his shoulders, to his massive chest, to his abs that I would kill to drag my tongue over.
“I’m taking a bath,” he says in a deep scratchy voice that’s full of want and need.
“Okay.” My voice is as high-pitched as a cartoon chipmunk.
“I want you to join me.”
“But I don’t have my bathing suit.”
He grins, trying not to laugh at me. “I know.”
I swallow hard as he starts walking up to me, his fiery eyes burning into mine. I feel so small. So vulnerable. So freaking turned on.
He stops in front of me, his huge hard body within touching distance. Within kissing distance. He smells so good. Why are my legs suddenly feeling like they’re made of jelly?
“Bailey,” he grumbles in that low sexy drawl. “I want you. Naked. In the tub. Now.”
My eyes widen as I look up at him.
“But I—”
He crushes his lips to mine, kissing me hard until I’m standing on my curled toes and desperate for him. I whimper when he finally lets go. My heart is hammering in my chest. My pussy is throbbing.
“No more talking. It’s time to get undressed.”
My eyes drop to his hands as he unbuckles his belt. He opens everything up and then lets his jeans fall to his ankles.
Wow, that’s big…
I can’t stop staring at his long thick erection straining against his boxer briefs. That can’t be real…
He gently
