Fool Me Once (Bad Boy Romance) Page 12

  “This is nice, thank you,” she said.

  “You’re welcome. Thank you for agreeing to come with me,” I told her.

  “This is like a dream. I would have never imagined I would be sitting in a fancy restaurant in Utah when I got out of bed this morning,” she said, sounding a little lost.

  “Have you ever been out of Tennessee?” I asked her.

  She shrugged. “I flew to Miami once.”

  “That’s it?” I said, immediately realizing that sounded arrogant. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for it sound like that was a bad thing.”

  “It’s fine. I’ve never really been out of Tennessee. It’s home and I guess I’ve never really felt the need to get away,” she explained.

  I nodded. “Kale is like that. I remember counting down the days until I could get away. I wanted to leave Hope and never look back.”

  She laughed. “My friend Mallory is the same way. Every week she tries to convince me to run away with her. She wants to live in the big city. I don’t share her desire.”

  “You’ve never gotten the itch to go somewhere?”

  “Nope. When I was a few years younger, I used to think it was what I wanted. Truthfully, it doesn’t really appeal to me. I don’t think I could handle living in the city. It’s too fast-paced. I don’t like the idea of always being around people. I like quiet country living,” she explained. “My life is in Tennessee.”

  “It doesn’t have to be. Your life could be anywhere,” I pointed out.

  She smiled. “My mom is in Hope and that’s where I plan on staying.”

  I nodded, seeing it was a subject that wasn’t open for debate. “How is your mom?” I asked her.

  “She’s fine,” she replied, and I once again got the feeling it was a subject not open for discussion.

  Kale had mentioned they’d been through a lot and she had said her mother was sick, but I wondered how sick and whether or not she was recovered. It was all shrouded in mystery.

  Our meals were delivered, and our glasses filled with the expensive wine I had selected to go along with the chicken. She took the first tentative bite, smiling when she tasted it.

  “Good?” I asked.

  She nodded. “Amazing. It is absolutely fantastic.”

  “I wish I could cook like this,” I said, taking my own healthy bite.

  She giggled. “My mom is a great cook. I didn’t inherit that gene. Boiling water is a big step for me.”

  “I guess I’ll be doing all the cooking,” I teased, not sure why I said it at all.

  She didn’t respond to the suggestion we would be enjoying future meals together. I let it go, happy to take any time I got with her. Things were good with us after I’d nearly blown it the day before. I liked being able to spoil her. If she had never really been out of Hope, that meant she’d never truly been pampered. I wanted to give her the total experience.

  “This was truly the best meal I’ve had in forever. Your steak was good, but this was absolutely phenomenal,” she said, her face flushed a little.

  “I’m glad you enjoyed it. Are you ready to go to the hotel?” I asked, anxious to show her the suite I had reserved.

  She nodded. “I am. I’m afraid you’re going to spoil me.”

  “That’s the goal.”

  I used my phone to let the driver know we were ready to be picked up. Darkness had fallen while we were eating, hiding the view of the mountain range, but giving us a spectacular view of the night sky. It always looked so much brighter in the mountains. When we arrived at the luxury hotel, nestled against the mountains, I heard Evie gasp.

  “No way,” she breathed out as we stepped into the lavish lobby.

  “Yes, way. Sit tight while I get our keys,” I told her, leaving her to marvel at the massive water wall in the center of the spacious lobby.

  I got the keys and turned to admire her. She looked completely out of her element and in awe of everything. I loved that it was all new to her. I loved that I got to be with her for her visit to the lap of luxury. Unlike some of the other women I had dated, Evie truly appreciated it for what it was. The other women were convinced they deserved to be treated like queens. For Evie, it was a novel experience. It gave me great joy to see her eyes dancing with excitement as I walked toward her.

  “This is the coolest thing I have ever seen,” she said with fascination.

  “Ready to go up to our room?” I asked her.

  She nodded. “I feel like a kid on Christmas or going to Disneyland for the first time.”

  “Have you ever been?” I asked her as we strolled across the marble floor to the elevators.

  She shook her head. “Nope.”

  “I have to take you. You’ll love it,” I told her.

  She laughed. “I’m sure I would, but I really do have a real life I have to get back to.”

  “Another time,” I promised her.

  We stepped into the elevator and I used my key to take us to one of the empire suites on the top floor. When the doors slid open, revealing the plush-carpeted hall with gold trimmings, she stood, awestruck. I used my arm to hold the elevator door open.

  “I’ve seen this kind of thing in the movies, but I’ve never actually seen it. This is impressive. I feel like I should take off my shoes,” she gasped.

  I laughed. “Your shoes are fine. Our room should be just down the hall.”

  When I opened the door to our suite, it was a repeat of the elevator scene. She stood in the doorway, her mouth agape and unmoving. “Dayton,” she finally said on a breath.

  “Come in,” I told her, grabbing her hand and pulling her in the room.

  There were two massage tables set up in the living room. She looked at me with confusion. “You want me to give you a massage?” she asked, and I could see the hurt on her face.

  I shook my head. “Nope. We are both getting massages. The masseuses should be up here in about five minutes. It will give us enough time to strip.”

  “Strip?” she repeated.

  “This is a relaxation massage, not therapy working on a specific area,” I explained.

  “I’ve never had a real massage. We did practice on each other in class, but not like this. We’re supposed to be naked?” she asked with uncertainty.

  “Yep.”

  I opened the double doors that led into the huge bedroom. She followed behind me. I walked into the adjoining bathroom and pulled both the robes off the hook. I could see she was a little shy and I didn’t want to make her uncomfortable.

  “For me?” she asked, taking the fluffy robe.

  “You can go ahead and change in the bathroom,” I told her.

  She nodded and walked in. I heard her squeal. “Oh my God! This bathroom is bigger than my bedroom at home!”

  I laughed as she shut the door behind her. I heard her babbling away, naming every feature. Being with her was making the experience so much better. I quickly stripped down and put the robe on. When she came out of the bathroom wearing the robe and the provided slippers, I decided she was about the sexiest thing I had ever seen.

  “Ready?” I asked her.

  She shrugged. “I don’t know. Am I?”

  “Let’s get a drink while we wait,” I said, eager to show her the next surprise.

  “Champagne?” she exclaimed when I pulled the bottle from the bucket.

  “Of course. You’re getting the full deal,” I said and poured her a glass before pouring one for myself.

  She sipped it and smiled. “I have another confession.”

  “What?”

  “I’ve never drunk champagne before.”

  It was my turn to be surprised. “Really?”

  She nodded. “Really. I’ve had sparkling cider, but never the real deal. It’s very, uh, bubbly.”

  “That’s exactly what it’s supposed to be.”

  There was a knock on the door. I strolled across the thick carpet in my bare feet and letting in the two masseuses I had ordered from the car. The next forty-five minut
es were filled with the sounds of Evie’s pleasure at being massaged. I had my head turned to face her, watching her expression as she closed her eyes, taking it all in.

  After the masseuses packed up their tables and left us alone, I looked at Evie, who was relaxing on the couch, a full glass of champagne in her hand.

  “What’d you think?” I asked.

  She let out a long, contented sigh. “I feel boneless.”

  I laughed. “That’s a good thing.”

  “How about you? How’s your arm?” she asked.

  I shook my head. “My arm is fine. Don’t worry about me. You’re off duty. This is about you resting and relaxing.”

  “You brought me along as your personal therapist, remember?”

  I grinned. “I only used that as a ploy to get you to come away with me.”

  “Dayton, tomorrow you have to let me work on that arm. Your team will kill me if they find out I didn’t hold up my end of the bargain.”

  “We’ll worry about that tomorrow,” I said, reaching for her hand and pulling her off the couch.

  “What are you doing?” she asked as I led her into the bedroom.

  “I want to continue to pamper you. Tonight is all about you,” I whispered.

  She paused inside the bedroom. “Dayton,” she said, and I realized I might have gotten ahead of myself.

  “Evie, if you want, I’ll sleep on the couch,” I told her, wanting to put her at ease.

  She sipped the champagne before shaking her head. “I don’t want you to sleep on the couch.”

  I breathed a sigh of relief. “Good, because I really want to sleep in that big bed with you—after I’ve given your body a very thorough once over.”

  I took the glass from her hand and set it on the table between the two chairs positioned in front of a fireplace. She was watching me, heat in her eyes as I moved back to her and untied the sash on her robe. I pushed it off her shoulders and let it drop to the floor. She stood before me completely naked and absolutely gorgeous.

  Chapter 20

  Evie

  I wasn’t sure if it was the bubbly or the massage, but I felt completely relaxed. Standing in front of a man nude would have normally made me uncomfortable. I wasn’t uncomfortable at all. I was excited to be with him again. I reached out to strip him of his own robe. We stood in front of each other, staring at each other’s bodies.

  “Lie on the bed,” he whispered.

  I slowly nodded and walked over to it, lying in the middle of the California King and waiting for him to join me. He stood beside the bed for several long seconds, staring at me. I could practically feel him touching me without him ever moving a hand. I closed my eyes, letting myself fall into the sensual haze he had created with his wining and dining experience.

  “I want to taste you,” he said, his voice soft.

  My eyes popped open as I felt the bed sink with his weight. He lay next to me, his hands sliding over my breasts in a feathery-soft touch before skimming over my belly. I released the breath I had been holding on a slow exhale. He seemed to be in no hurry at all as his hand spread out over my stomach before caressing up and over my breast again. His eyes were following his hand, as if the two senses were joined.

  “You’re beautiful,” he whispered before dropping his mouth to mine.

  I moaned, tasting the champagne on his lips. His kiss lingered as he took his time exploring my mouth with his tongue, teasing and nibbling my lower lip.

  “This bed is so comfortable,” I mumbled.

  He smiled, rising over me and using his hand to push hair away from my face. “I’m going to taste you, all of you,” he told me firmly.

  I was more than happy to kiss him some more. He was excellent at it. When his mouth dropped to my breast, I arched into him. He sucked my nipple into his mouth. I groaned, the pleasure far more intense than it had been the first time with him. His tongue slid lower, running over my stomach, feeling like fire as it created a wet trail over my body.

  When his mouth dropped between my legs, I nearly jumped off the bed. “Dayton!”

  “Shh, let me taste,” he whispered, his hand going to my stomach and gently pushing down.

  I relaxed, nervous as hell by the intimate contact. He crawled over my body and nudged my legs open as he knelt between them. My breathing was ragged as I prepared myself for his onslaught. The first lap over my folds nearly had me off the bed again.

  “Oh God,” I groaned as his tongue touched my inner core.

  Then he was the one to moan, the sound vibrating through my body. His tongue licked before he used his teeth to nibble at my clit. The assault on my senses was the sweetest thing I had ever experienced. I wanted it to end as much as I wanted it to last forever. He was in total control of my body. My whimpers and cries of delight were natural, none of it was faked.

  When the climax began to build in earnest, I reached for the blanket, clenching my fists and holding on. He must have sensed I was close and began to aggressively attack me with his tongue. I was writhing, my head rolling back and forth as I sailed higher and higher.

  When it hit, I screamed, my heels digging into the mattress as my body arched up, pushing against his mouth. His moans of pleasure were vibrating against me, heightening my pleasure. I finally drifted back down to earth, the boneless feeling falling over me again as he kissed another trail up my stomach.

  “I could feast on you all day,” he whispered, kissing my neck.

  “I have no control over my body when I’m with you,” I told him.

  “I will gladly take control of your body. I will make you scream in ecstasy all day long,” he said, his voice husky.

  “I’m sure I would die,” I replied.

  “You can’t die yet. I’m not done with you. I want to bury myself inside your hot, very wet body,” he said, his hand moving to grab his hard length and guide it to my entrance.

  The tip slid in, and both of us gasped at the contact. I looked up, finding his eyes watching me. He pushed in a little more, his gaze holding mine. My eyes felt heavy-lidded, barely able to stay open. But I wanted to watch him as he slid inside my very welcoming body. When he was all the way in, the fullness was overwhelming. I was still spasming from the mind-blowing orgasm he’d given me with his tongue.

  “God,” I groaned.

  “You’re so tight,” he moaned.

  “I think you’re too big,” I gasped when he moved deeper inside me.

  “Am I hurting you?” he asked, going completely still.

  I shook my head. “God no. I want more.”

  “Baby, I will give you more,” he whispered, slowly moving in and out.

  I felt a tear slide out of my eye and immediately squeezed them closed. His attention to my body was so sweet, loving and tender. I had never experienced such a remarkable emotion. It was tears of joy and pleasure, something else I didn’t even know was possible. He leaned down and kissed me gently on the lips before moving to my forehead and then each eye, reaching up with the pad of his thumb to wipe the tears.

  “Are you okay?” he asked, going completely still.

  I smiled. “I am so much more than okay. You feel so good inside me.”

  “You continually surprise me. Tears?” he whispered.

  I was a little embarrassed. I laughed nervously. “I’m sorry. It’s never happened before.”

  “I’m glad I’m your first. We’re doing a lot of firsts today,” he said, kissing me gently again. “You know, you never forget your first anything.”

  “Good. I want to remember this forever,” I told him, feeling a little cheesy.

  His mouth closed over mine, his tongue plunging in and out, matching the dick between my legs. I moaned; the pleasure was too good to be true. I felt like I had been in a constant orgasm since the first lick of his tongue over my folds.

  He leaned up on his good arm, adjusting his position inside me, and resumed the slow slide in and out before he picked up the pace. I reached up and slid my hands up and down his
ribcage, staring at his chest and the abs working as he moved. His body was a finely tuned machine. He was completely in control, every move purposeful, meant to illicit the highest amount of pleasure possible. I let my eyes drop closed and my brain catalog my senses, savoring it all. My sense of touch, the smell of him, hearing his deep grunts and groans, the view of his gorgeous body and the taste of him still lingering on my lips all added to the experience.

  I opened my eyes, wanting to watch him as he filled my body. I saw him go up on both arms and wince. “Dayton?” I asked, worried he’d hurt himself. “Are you okay? Your arm.”

  “I’m fine,” he assured me. “I’m okay, I’m more than okay.”

  “Roll over,” I ordered.

  He grinned. “Your wish is my command,” he replied, rolling to his back.

  I climbed on him, my hands sliding up and down his chest, appreciating the toned physique. I slid back on him in one smooth motion. He groaned, putting his hands on my hips as if he were going to control the pace. I gently pushed them away. I was the one in control. I wanted to give him the same pleasure he’d given me.

  I rolled my hips forward before driving back hard. The action caused him to jerk, his eyes going wide as he dropped his hands to his sides. I rocked his world, my hips rolling with a speed I didn’t know I was capable of.

  “Good God!” I cried out, knowing I was going to explode once again.

  “Fuck, slow down! Slow down!” he cried out.

  I couldn’t slow down. My body was acting of its own volition. I was crazed, desperate for the release. I kept moving, my knees digging into the bed as I forced myself down over him before rising up and slamming down again.

  He reached up and grabbed one breast, tugging and pinching my nipple. I gasped, reaching down and doing the same thing to him, squeezing his nipple. His violent roar made me feel powerful and completely in control. He pinched my other nipple. The pain was exquisite and exactly what I needed to reach my climax. My body erupted over him in a violent explosion that made me feel like my head would explode. I leaned back, my back arched as I shouted at the ceiling.

  Dayton’s own shouts mingled with mine. His bucking hips nearly threw me off the bed. I felt like I was riding a bucking bronco. The man was lean, but incredibly strong. Feeling his power strum through me made me even hotter. I collapsed onto his chest, my heart pounding against him. I struggled to catch my breath. His arms wrapped around me, holding me tight.