Around and around we go

Chapter 14.2

Entering into the silent, dark hotel room, we were overcome by the magnitude of what was just revealed. The click of the door closing behind us brought us back down to earth.  He very gently pulled me off his shoulder and placed me upright on my feet. His hands on my hips holding me steady, I reached up and clasped my hands around the back of his neck. Even in the darkened room I could see that the intense hunger was being replaced with something softer, more caring. 

Clearing his throat, "Nat? Is it ok if we, um, slow down?... I don't want to fuck this up with you."

That might have been the moment that I really fell in love with him.

I had been witness to an endless line of pretty girls rotate through his bed, I really did not want to be just another conquest. Plus, I was still wearing a pair of his brother's underwear, the thought of which made me want to die if Shannon saw. 

"I think I could be ok with that actually." 

I could feel him relaxing in my arms, he really was concerned with how this should play out. He unzipped my coat for me and helped me out of it as he slipped off his boots. He hung up my coat with his in the closet and I noticed that my suitcase was in there with his. I raised my eyebrow at him, and he gave be a sheepish grin and shrugged.

"Jared brought it over earlier....I hope it's not a problem...?"

So that's where he had disappeared to... bugger! Wait.. was THIS what he was trying to talk to me about while I was trying to sleep? 
Shaking my head, "Not at all. The only problem I have is: what happens now?" I stepped back into his arms. His warm, masculine scent overwhelming me with desire. 

"It's not that I don't want to...I REALLY fucking want to" The way he said this with a slight growl had me involuntarily arching my back and pressing my hips into him-oops!- with a sharp intake of breath he maneuvered his crotch away from mine.

"Sorry! Not my fault. I'll try to behave. You're just so..heuurggh" I don't even know what that noise was that came out of me, but whatever it was had him attacking my mouth with his again. I pushed him back and up against the door, a little harder than I meant to, but he just moaned into my mouth. Running my hands up the back of his neck and into his hair getting another moan in response. He grabbed me just under my ass cheeks and lifted me up onto his waist as he stepped forward towards the bed, I wrapped my legs around him. He carried me the short distance then tossed me onto the bed. I bounced slightly as I landed on my back. Propping myself up on my elbows I watched as he practically ripped off his shirt, the look on his face was pure desire. I licked my lips in anticipation as I watched him crawl onto the bed and towards me like an animal. He settled himself between my legs, lowering his hips but holding his upper body up, pinning my arms down at my sides so I couldn't touch him. It was driving me crazy! I just wanted to touch his bare skin with my hands...with my mouth.. I NEEDED it. I squirmed and wriggled, but he was too strong for me. With a wicked grin and twinkle in his eyes, he bent his head towards mine. I bit my lip as he brought his mouth down against my ear and growled in a low, lust filled tone. 
"Now...How is that behaving?" and he once again sinks his teeth into my neck, making me moan so loud that I'm pretty sure they could hear me in the next room. He covered the bite mark with light little kisses, driving me even crazier. Arching my hips up I could feel how turned on he was. I managed to grind against him a couple of times, before he let go of my right wrist and pushed my hips firmly back down on the bed. Finally my hand was free! I grab the hair on the back of his head and pull his face towards mine. 
"I said I would TRY" and I bite his lower lip playfully before he devoured my lips with his. The hand he was using to hold me down slowly travelled up under my shirt. The gentle touch from his strong, calloused hand sent a wave of pleasure through my entire being. He stopped attacking my mouth, his hand holding my rib cage, making circles with his thumb. Resting his forehead on mine, staring me in the eyes, once again we were both out of breath.