Dollface

Part 43

We enter the large, clean hotel room, it smelled of cologne and had a great view of the cars driving below us, it had a couch, dresser, single king size bed and a door that most likely led to a bathroom.

Sighing I stand at the edge of the bed looking at the large glass window, tonight was definitely eventful and I'm exhausted.

I: Can you unzip my dresser?

I couldn't stand wearing this dress any longer with the disgusting stain of dried blood that had previously soaked the fabric.

It was silent for a moment, I guess while Simom was debating whether or not to unzip my dress. Seconds later the feeling of his rough fingers gently caressing my neck as he brushes my hair to the side. I almost shiver at the touch.

Then he zips it down and I let it slide off my shoulders, now more than aware that my lack of a bra wasn't such a good idea, I catch the dress just as it was about to fall off my body and hold it to my chest. Shit.

I didn't know if he was staring at me or not, so I stood stiffly, embarrassment growing over my body. Considering how quiet it was, his eyes were probably burning into me.

I don't even have a change of clothes.

But as I tried to move, his big arms snaked around my waist and I held my breath watching him. Then I pulled him to his chest and stood there shyly, my heart pounding against my chest. I could only pray he didn't hear.

His curls tickle my jaw as he buries his head in the crook of my neck.

S: I don't like what you're doing to me.

Goosebumps rise on the surface of my skin as his breath fans my shoulder.

I: I don't.

I smile slightly to myself and I feel him grin against my neck.

S: I know you don't, dollface.

His thumb gently rubs my hip before slowly moving his hand up to where I'm holding my dress. My breath catches as his fingers barely touch mine. I stare down at the contact, completely still and cautious.

S: Do you mind if I...?

His question trails off as he looks up from my shoulder, lips pressed to the skin without kissing it. My lip slips between my teeth as I slowly nod my head, not before thinking of course.

I let him carefully release my hands from the tight grip on the fabric and the dress fell to the floor. Immediately I'm annoyed that the black lace underwear was the only thing keeping me from being completely naked.

Of course my body got hot and my hands started to sweat. I find myself playing with his fingertips that were still resting on my chest to distract myself from the nerves that had built up in my head.

S: You are so beautiful.

His eyes didn't even have to look at my completely bare chest when he said that, my heart fluttering at how soft and honest his voice was.

It made me blush and smile down at his bowed head, when I turned around I could see him properly.

Then he stands up straight and stares at me with those beautiful dark eyes that made my knees go weak, once again, his arms wrapping around my waist as he takes a quick look at my chest. I think he knew I would become insecure if he stared too long, so he only admired for a few seconds.

S: That might sound a bit aggressive... but I've never wanted to kiss, taste and bite a pair of lips more than yours.

I take a deep breath as his nose rubs mine.