One Hot Chase (Hot Brits #12)

Chapter Two

Declan

This woman is driving me mad. The sweet scent of her, the softness of her skin, that beautiful face, and her sensual body make it impossible for me to resist my lust for her any longer. Should I shag her right here in this bar? Probably not, but I couldn't care less about what's proper or socially acceptable. For too long, I've followed the rules and tried to behave like a respectable gentleman. But I'm done with that rubbish. What has playing by the rules ever gotten me? Nowhere I wanted to be, that's for sure.

My hand is still nestled inside this woman's knickers, and yet I have no idea what her name is. It's better this way. She can't accuse me of any sort of wrongdoing if she has no idea who I am. Never have I engaged in such a scandalous act with a stranger, right here in a posh bar at a luxury hotel, where anyone might catch us in the act.

The most breathtaking woman I've ever seen aims her surprised gaze at me at me. "You aren't really going to do this, are you? Not here in a public place."

"Of course I'll do it." To prove my point, I trace the outline of her lips with my finger. The sensation of her slick flesh against my palm makes me even randier than I was a moment ago. But she doesn't seem to notice my heightened state of arousal. "Now, darling, I'm going to kiss you while I pleasure you with my fingers."

Her breaths accelerate, becoming rapid gasps as her chest rises and falls heavily. She takes a swig from her glass of vodka which causes her to cough.

"Try not to spew all over me, darling. Unless we're naked, and I'm spraying my cum all over your lovely body."

"I-I can't do this. Not here."

"We should enjoy a kiss first, then. Afterward, you can decide whether you want to admit that I've made you so randy that you would let the waiter fuck you on this table while I watch."

I seal my lips over hers before she has a chance to protest. The ginger-haired goddess remains frozen for a brief moment, then surrenders with a soft moan as she melts against me.

This woman has pushed me to the brink of madness, igniting a wild desire within me driven by sheer primal hunger. Never before have I behaved so recklessly. I might not be the most honorable bloke, but even I have my limits. Yet with her, I've thrown away all the rules I crafted for myself.

As I push my tongue between her lips, a deep groan rumbles out of me, and I revel in the velvety texture of her flesh. The goddess exhales a moan while I begin to pet and stroke her drenched folds, exploring every millimeter of her mouth. The air around us becomes infused with her sweet essence, making my cock twitch as if it's impatient to feel her wetness wrapped around it.

Bloody hell, I'm raring to go too.

I savor the feel of her soft, velvety tongue entwined with mine whilst she releases another soft moan. I trace my fingers along her delicate folds, determined to explore every inch of her mouth and taste her in every way possible even while my hand grows slicker and coats my fingers. Our private space has become redolent with the intoxicating aroma of her arousal. My own desire is swelling too along with my cock. I can't wait any longer. I need to be inside her now.

But I won't do that until we are alone in my suite.

She clings to my coat lapels, dragging me closer until our chests are pressed together. With one hand, I cradle her nape and tilt it back slightly, exposing the sensitive skin of her throat. How does she taste so incredible? It's more than just the vodka we've been drinking. I can't explain the intense attraction I feel for this mysterious woman.

I brush my thumb over her clit.

She jerks and gasps.

I flick my thumb repeatedly until she freezes, caught in the throes of her climax. Her cries are stifled by my lips on hers, and I go on teasing her nub until she finally melts into me. As I peel my lips away, she gazes up at me dreamily. I can't be that good.

Her sweet smile warms me. "Wow, that vodka is amazing."

"It wasn't the alcohol that made you lose control, pet. It was me."

She raises her brows. "You're taking all the credit?"

"Of course I am. Now, let's go to my suite and shag until we can't even utter a single word or move a muscle."

She nibbles on her lip. "Shouldn't we at least know each other's names first?"

I huff. "Bloody hell, woman. How can you be so finicky? You allowed a stranger to touch you intimately and give you an earth-shattering orgasm."

"Oh, please. I never said it was that good."

I gently hook a finger beneath her chin. "Yes, you did, pet. The look in your eyes and the way your breaths grew heavier proves that I am indeed the best you've ever had."

Her lips purse. "We haven't even done the deed yet."

"But we will---soon---and you'll praise my prowess."

"You are the most obnoxious, arrogant jerk I've ever encountered." She crosses her arms over her chest, which lifts those luscious tits. "Don't get any ideas about taking me back to your room or going anywhere with me, you arrogant lout."

I quickly finish my drink, downing it in one gulp. "How can you be so prudish after what I did for you a moment ago? A woman who wears a dress as revealing as yours should have no trouble shedding the rest of her inhibitions."

She puckers her mouth again, but this time, she also snaps her spine straight. "Are you implying I'm promiscuous floozy? You're the one who shoved his hand inside my panties. Guess that makes you a gigolo."

For reasons I can't fathom, I need this woman to come back to my suite with me. Never before have I craved any woman this much---until tonight. "Perhaps we shouldn't talk, darling, if you're going to be so...particular."

"Oh, you cretin. I will never---"

I cut off her outraged response by covering her mouth with mine. Every time she calls me an insulting name, it only makes me hunger for her even more. "I can't wait for you to give in and admit how badly you want me. Why don't we skip ahead and go to my suite now?"

She stares at me for a moment, then takes a sip of her vodka before slamming the glass down on the table. "Fine, let's do it."

My body tenses up in sheer shock. Did the prima donna really just agree to come with me to my room? It's about bloody time. As that realization sinks in, I become a touch disoriented from the shock. But the sensation doesn't last long. "You should lead the way, though. Can't have anyone accusing me of indecent exposure. My flaming erection is your fault, after all."

She rolls her eyes at my cocky comment. "You really think you're God's gift, don't you?"

"Absolutely." I slide out of the booth and offer her my hand. "Shall we go now?"

She accepts my hand, sliding out of the booth.

As I suggested, she walks ahead of me to shield my obvious erection. I keep an arm around her waist as if I'm simply a considerate gent escorting a lady. As we leave the Beaufort Bar, the hall appears empty, so I walk alongside the mysterious woman. Her strawberry blonde hair falls over one side of her face, and she tucks it behind her ear. Who is this goddess? I've told myself more than once that I don't care about names, but now my curiosity is getting the better of me again.

I hold the lift doors open as she sashays inside. Fortunately, we are the only ones in the car. As soon as the doors close, I press her against the wall and trap her wrists with my own. Then I kiss her. Passionately. Sensually. Our kiss becomes so intense that it feels as if we're making love right here in the lift.

As soon as the doors open again, I take her hand and virtually drag her out of the elevator and down the hallway to my suite's door. My hand trembles faintly as I try to insert the key card into the lock. I fumble with it, dropping it once before finally managing to accomplish the task. But even then, I struggle to turn the key.

The woman I desperately need to shag bites her lip, releasing it slowly as she snatches the key card from my hand. The cheeky woman unlocks the door herself, then pushes it open with a playful grin. "Jackasses first."

I clear my throat and brush past her into the suite.

As she shuts the door, she gazes down at the floor. "Ooh, more harlequin tiles. I love that. It feels very...British."

I grunt in response and take her hand, leading her into the spacious living room that boasts a lovely view of the city skyline. But I can't focus on that right now. Halfway across the room, I halt abruptly.

"Something wrong?" she asks. "You seem confused."

"Don't be ridiculous."

The fetching American leans around me to get a better look at the hallway. "That must be the bedroom."

"It is, but we won't be fucking there. It's too ordinary."

She tries to hold back a laugh, but it splutters out of her anyway. "You don't talk like anyone else I know."

"And I am eternally grateful for that. Why should I want to be like everyone else? It's rubbish."

She spins around in a circle, her eyes widening with every step. "This room is incredible."

"It's not just any room. This is the Royal Suite."

She dismisses my statement with a flap of her hand. "Whatever. Like anybody cares about that."

I swiftly remove my suit jacket and toss it onto one of two large, plush sofas that flank the living area. "Take off your clothes now, darling."

She smirks. "I'll let you act like a jackass while we're getting it on. Afterward, it'll be a different story."

"Please only speak if you're screaming 'yes, you're amazing' or 'please make me come so hard I'll think I've died and gone to heaven.' Understood?"

The silly chit bursts out laughing.

And I growl, "Take off your clothes immediately."

While I wage a battle against my own clothing, desperately struggling to shed all of it, she simply unties two straps and lets the garment tumble to the floor in a heap of fabric. I trip twice while struggling to remove my shoes and stumble into a small table, smacking my knee into the hard edge. "Bloody hell!"

"Are you all right?"

"Yes, I'm fine." I gesture toward the wall. "Sit your arse on that couch, the one facing the window."

"Which one? There are two."

I wave my arm again as I peel my socks off. "The one directly in front of that white column."

Suddenly, I remember something vital. I need a condom. My trousers are on the floor, so I quickly grab them and search through my pockets until I find a foil packet. Thank heavens. The pressure in my groin has become almost unbearable. After covering my cock, I return to the woman.

She obediently sashays over to the window and settles her delectable arse on the sofa.

But that's not where I want her. So, I saunter toward the couch and motion for her to turn around and face me. "No, pet, I commanded you to face the window. Then get on your knees with your hands on the sill."

The cheeky chit turns round and wriggles her arse.

I climb onto the small couch, spreading my thighs and grasping her hips. The moment I plunge my length inside her, a sigh of relief rushes out of me as if I were a schoolboy who just shagged a girl for the first time. But I can't think about that or anything else. All my attention is focused on the slick heat of her body as it surrounds my cock. Animalistic grunts and growls emerge from me as I thrust deeply into her velvety channel, completely lost in the moment. The wet sucking sounds of our bodies merging fills the room.

She tosses her head to the side, flinging her hair away from her face. "Harder, please, let's make the couch bounce."

A grunt is all I can muster in response.

The bloody woman tightens her inner muscles around me.

I gasp. And then I lose control, pounding into her with such force the couch thumps and bounces and scrapes across the wood floor. The scent of her cream wafts around me, driving me ever closer to the edge. I grip the windowsill with both hands, framing her body as I pummel her harder and faster whilst she screams and begs for more. When I feel her body tense up, I know she's about to explode.

The sheen of sweat glistens on her skin as she throws her head back and cries out, "Yes, yes, you caveman, don't stop, you rock!"

She seems incapable of forming words anymore, too consumed by the pleasure of her climax.

I can't hold back any longer, and I thrust twice more before my body freezes and my release erupts inside her luscious body. I've never experienced such an intense climax before. This woman has completely shattered my self-control. For a moment, we both remain still. Then I release my grip on the windowsill and carefully ease myself off the couch so I can help her dismount as well. Her legs seem shaky, but her expression is pure contentment.

She molds her body to mine, trailing her hands up and down my chest. "I'm hungry, caveman, feed me. And after that, we need to do it again."

"I couldn't agree more."

We order room service and take turns feeding each other before we shag again, three more times before the night is over. Thankfully, I always carry extra condoms in my trouser pocket. We fall asleep together on the bed. But when I wake up in the morning, I'm stunned by what I find.

The woman is gone.

Do I feel used? Perhaps. But it was just a one-night stand. Wasn't it?

That's what I wanted. And it's what I got. But now, I can't stop thinking about the goddess who captivated me last night. So, I ring the front desk. "Hello, this is Declan Wilde in the Royal Suite. Did you happen to see a stunning strawberry blonde in the hotel this morning? I need to know which room she's in."

"Yes, sir, I did see her. But we can't disclose personal information about our guests."

I'll have to come up with a believable story, then. This will hardly be my first time lying. "She left her purse in my suite. I would like to return it to her personally."

"I don't know..."

"You know who I am. Surely, you realize you can trust me."

The bloke hesitates for a moment. "My apologies, sir. Of course, I'll give you the lady's contact information."

"Thank you...what is your name?"

"Daniel, sir."

"A pleasure to meet you, Daniel."

I quickly get dressed and head down to the lobby where Daniel hands me a slip of paper with the mystery woman's number written on it. I immediately hail a taxi, determined to find her, for reasons I can't fathom. I took a suite at the Savoy to escape from my everyday life and...figure out what I want. The strawberry blonde beauty who stole a piece of my soul has turned my world upside down. How did a hot shag become a life-altering experience?

Somehow, some way, I will find the goddess and learn her name. She will be mine.