Chapter 005

Meghan's POV.

We couldn't take our hands or mouths off each other in the taxi, and it took the cabman to sternly insist that we weren't allowed to have sex in his car before we reluctantly decided to wait until we got to the hotel.

We managed to get past the front desk in one piece but when we got to the elevator, the energy was too charged to resist since we were in an enclosed space with no one in sight. We finally got to the room in one piece and I literally had to push Damon away to catch my breath.

He laughed, and I smiled seductively, watching him. He looked so hot. This place was so hot!

"Turn on the damn AC." I requested.

"Bossy much?" He asked, heading towards the remote control.

"You have no idea," I said, eyeing him as I walked to the table that contained a bottle of wine and two glasses. "More drinks?" I asked.

I needed the extra drinks because I was beginning to second-guess what I was about to do. It wasn't usually a thing to do to follow a guy to his hotel room to have sex with him. And since I was beginning to feel shitty about it I needed something strong to drown that feeling.

Damon returned from turning on the AC and stood behind me as he kissed my shoulders.

"Nope." He said as he took the glass from my hand and turned me to face him. He was no longer wearing a shirt, and his abs, which I was totally right about being well sculpted by the way, were on display, and I couldn't take my eyes off them.

Was it legal to have such a perfect body and face? He was probably tiny down there, or worse, he probably wasn't smart. But that was unlikely because we'd both had a conversation and if my brain is correct, he talked intelligently. So tiny down there it is or not. I noticed the large bulge in front of his trousers.

"The only thing I want to drink now is you." He said, looking intently at me. His pupils looked dilated.

Oh.

"Well,"  I said watching him take my fingers in his hands as he began to kiss them softly. His lips were so soft and hot against my fingers, and I bit my lips, imagining them kissing somewhere else.

Damon kissed my lips again, and I moaned, wrapping my hands around him. His shoulders were too broad. Broader than Rhett's.

Damon continued to kiss me as he began peppering my neck and ears with more kisses. He bit my earlobe and that elicited a yelp from me.

Fuck he was good.

His fingers fell on the buttons of my top and I placed my fingers on his to stop him.

"Let me," I said looking at him.

He nodded, and I gently and seductively undid the buttons of my top to reveal one of my favorite sexy black brassieres. I was grateful I wore this one by the way.

Damon continued to watch me as I dropped the top on the floor. His eyes followed my fingers as they caressed my body from my cleavage down to my belly button and then to the waistline of my jeans. The fiery feeling my fingers left in their trail made it look like it was his fingers on me and not mine.

I popped the button on my jeans and gently slid my jeans down my legs to reveal matching panties.

I didn't know much about one-night stands, but I think it was really a green tick if the partner you're hooking up with was impressed with what he saw, and Damon looked like he was beyond impressed. At least if his sexually aroused eyes didn't say so the huge bulge in his jeans was screaming that he liked what he was seeing.

"Lose the panties, Meghan." He said in an impatient voice that was laced with arousal.

I laughed at that.

"Impatient much?" I asked batting my lashes.

" You have no idea." He said, rubbing himself through his trousers.

I walked to him and turned my back to him in the universal way of asking someone to unhook one's bra. He did it gently and kissed my shoulders after that.

I pulled my bra away from my boobs and exposed my hardened nipples to the cold breeze coming from the AC, which perked them more.

"Fuck." Damon whispered when I turned to face him. His eyes were glued to my babies. My heart began to beat faster as I slid my panties down my legs and squeezed my legs to stop the tingling feeling my pussy was having. Damon couldn't stop staring at me. His eyes raked over my entire body from head to toe. I was grateful I waxed. I was clean-shaven, my pussy and legs.

"Your turn is a big guy," I said to him.

He smiled sexily at me and gently pulled down the sleeve of my gown. His hands were warm to the skin that I froze in awe.

“Am I doing something wrong?” His deep cold coarse at me and that time. I couldn't think of anything else. I just want him to keep mute and keep doing what he started.

His lips gently parted with me and he grabbed me closer towards him. I could smell him; his scent was all over me.

“Fuck me! I muttered in silence.