Lastly (L.T.)

Chapter 54

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My head was swimming with the information we had revealed in the parking lot.

He loved me.

As crazy and fucked up as we were, we loved one another. He was my safe harbor and although we still disagreed on what do do with the Andrea situation, he hadn't thrown his walls up or walked away like I had expected. We had fought, and it had been messy and difficult, but we both stayed, and in my mind that was all that mattered.

We were going to have to stay the night in Orlando either way, so we left the decisions about safety and who would be going where for the morning.

Instead of worrying, we were rushing our luggage into our room, while his lips were grazing up and down my arch in the elevator.

All of our pent up emotions had heated up to a boiling point and were bursting out of our skin. I loved him. He loved me. And I would always try to keep him safe, no matter how much it pissed him off.

My breathing was already coming in pants while we hustled down the hallway to our room, practically running past a family without so much as a second glance.

I held onto our bags, being particularly gentle with the one that contained the powder while he fumbled with the lock.

His hands were working so quickly, it took him a couple of tries to get it open, but as soon as he did, he was pushing the door open and grabbing the suitcases from me to set them inside before grabbing my hips and pushing me inside.

I had never felt that level of strength from him, and I nearly tripped over my own feet and his fingers dug into my waist while he pushed me where he wanted me.

He let the door slam behind him before threading his fingers into my hair with a tight grip that made me gasp and slamming his lips back against mine.

I struggled to keep up with him as soon as the kiss started. It was hot and feverish and I could feel his neediness in each of his motions. He was so greedy and I loved it.

He pushed his tongue into my mouth to tangle with mine so his sweet flavor flooded my mouth and I loved every minute of it.

I was quickly beginning to match his desperation, kissing him back with force while still letting him have the lead.

Even though it had only been a day and I could still feel my soreness from when I rode him, I found myself wanting him more and more with each fold of his mouth against mine.

He was addicting, like my own personal drug. I couldn't describe my need to feel his skin against my own and I was moaning into his mouth while he returned my need.

His hands were pushing my shirt up at my waist, wanting it up and off and I let him, hearing it drop to the floor somewhere in the room.

I pulled his off as well, pulling it over his head so I could run my hands over his burning skin.

He grabbed my thighs, pulling them up so I could wrap my legs around him tightly, holding on while I tugged his hair, trying to pull him impossibly closer. I could feel his excitement pressed against my bundle of nerves through his jeans and he felt so good already.

Our breaths were heaving together through the kiss and his cheeks were flushed, his eyes still red from our fight in the parking lot.

As soon as he was close enough, he pulled my legs away from him, grabbing my waist and flinging me so I landed on the hotel bed with a ridiculous bounce, staring up at him with wide eyes.