Taming Lo: A You and I Novel (4 page)

“
Aren't
we a bit overdressed?” She asks, looking down at her floor
length evening gown that is currently covered by a long black coat, a
shiver running through her entire body just as she speaks. January in
Chicago is just as brutal as Philly. We have been out of the truck a
total of ten seconds and already her cheeks are bright red from the
cold wind.

“
Do
you really care?” I ask on a laugh.

“
Not
at all actually.” Her lips turn up in a full smile as her teeth
chatter together in the cutest fucking way.

Fuck me.

“
Well
then come on, before we both freeze to death.” I laugh, taking
her hand in mine and pulling her through the parking area towards the
front door. “Watch your step.” I pull her into my side as
we step through the revolving glass doors that lead into the lobby of
the hotel, not missing the way she stiffens at my touch.

“
Aren't
you the gentleman.” She says sarcastically, pushing away from
me the moment we step inside. Without a word, she slides her coat off
and drapes it across her forearm before crossing the lobby, her heels
clicking on the marble floor with each step that she takes.

“
It's
this way...” I start to say, but then immediately close my
mouth when I realize that she knows exactly where she's going.

“
I've
been here before.” She throws me a smile over her shoulder
before pushing her way through the double set of wood doors that lead
into the small hotel lounge, that sits along the back wall of the
main floor.

Entering directly behind her, I stop just inside the
door and watch her walk through the room. Taking a deep breath, I
focus on pulling my shit together. I don't know what is wrong with
me. The entire ride over all I could think about was getting her
here, getting her to my room. I have never ached for a woman the way
I ache for her. It's a bit unsettling.

She does not acknowledge even one of the handful of men
that turn in her direction as she crosses the small space towards the
bar. I watch their heads turn as she passes. Watch as their eyes
follow her the entire way to bar that sits along the far wall. Watch
as their mouths drop open as they take in her perfectly rounded
backside as she leans across the bar and rests her elbows on the
counter as she places her order.

Every man in this room wants a piece of her right now.
Every man, including me. Shaking my head as if to somehow right
myself, I quickly cross the space towards her.

“
Teasing
are we?” I slide in beside her at the bar, my hand sliding
slowly across her perfect ass as I do.

“
That
would insinuate that I care enough to toy with you.” She quips,
turning a playful glare my way as the old gray haired bartender
slides two beers towards us. “You like beer right?” She
asks, picking her bottle up and taking a long drink before sitting it
back down on the bar.

Shaking
my head at her, I take a drink of my own beer, grateful that she
didn't order me some
foo
foo
drink.
Pulling out the bar stool in front of me, I take a seat, patting the
stool next to me. Lo's eyes flip to the seat and then back to my face
before she gives me a seductive smile and slides into the stool. My
God this woman has trouble written all over her.

“
So....”
She thinks over her words for a moment before continuing. “How
long have you worked for Bentley?” She asks, swiveling inward
so that her stool is facing towards me rather than the bar.

Grabbing my beer, I mirror her action, turning to face
her before propping my elbow onto the counter and taking another long
drink. “Four years. You?”

“
Nearly
two.” She responds casually, taking another drink of her beer.
“Did you know Bentley before you started working for him?”

“
We
actually went to college together.” I shrug, not giving her
anymore information before changing the subject back. “So, two
years. Do you like it?” I ask, wanting to keep the conversation
on her. I don't do well talking about myself.

“
About
as much as anyone can I guess. It pays well and is the means to an
end.” She stops, finishing off the remainder of her beer in a
matter of seconds before pushing the empty bottle to the edge of the
counter.

“
There,
one drink.” She says, pushing out of her stool abruptly.
Clearly, she's not one to talk about herself either. I can't help but
just stare at her. I am not one to
want
to
get to know people, but something about the woman in front of me has
me more than a little curious.

“
What?”
She laughs, catching my expression. “I held up my end of the
agreement. I had one drink with you.” She quips, sliding her
coat back on.

“
Fair
enough.” I laugh, draining the rest of my beer in one large
gulp before tossing a twenty down on the bar and pushing out of the
bar stool to follow her back out into the lobby.

Without a word, she crosses to the far wall and hits the
button to call the elevator, which doesn't surprise me in the least.
In fact, I think I would have been surprised had she headed for the
front door. Stepping up next to her, I already feel the strain in my
pants just imagining the things I want to do to her right now.

We both remain silent as we wait for the elevator. I
know that she wants this as badly as I do. I knew it the moment her
eyes met mine as she walked down the aisle, that she wanted this. Her
agreeing to have a drink with me was only confirmation of that fact.

We both knew where this night would go. Though I must
admit, I expected her to want to talk more. In fact, she has said
very little this entire evening. Which again, only fuels my curiosity
about her.

The moment we step inside the elevator and the doors
close behind us, she turns towards me. “Before this night goes
any further, there is something you need to understand about me.”
She says. “I am not like most girls.”

“
I
figured that much out already.” I admit, turning to face her,
not able to resist the urge to reach out and touch her. I trail my
fingertips slowly down her jaw, her lips parting on a slow exhale as
I do.

“
Dax.”
She says weakly, taking a small step backwards to put a little
distance between us. “Tonight is it. I need you to know that
this will never happen again. We have to find a way to have a
professional working relationship going forward.” She pauses
for a moment before continuing. “I don't sleep with anyone more
than once. It's my number one rule.”

I can't help the smile that stretches across my face as
I take a step towards her. “I have rules too.” I say,
taking another step and then another, until I have her backed into
the corner of the elevator. “I don't sleep with my dancers. So
as of Friday, you're off limits anyways.” I trail my hand along
her exposed collar bone, feeling her skin prickle beneath my touch.

She gasps slightly at the contact before her hands find
my hips and she pulls my already rock hard erection firmly against
her stomach. “Then we are going to get along just fine.”
I can hear the smile in her words.

Leaning down until our faces are just inches apart, I
lean in like I am going to kiss her but then stop just shy of her
lips. “And I don't kiss. Well, not on the mouth anyways.”
I breathe, as I drop my face lower and my lips find her neck. I
slowly trail my tongue along the base of her throat, not able to
control the urge to taste her any longer.

I let myself explore her neck, teasing myself to the
point that it takes everything I have not to flip her around and fuck
her from behind right here and now. Instead, I pull away from her
sweet flesh and hitch up the material of her gown.

I watch her eyes darken as my hands skate up her outer
thighs and slide around to feel her firm ass, barely covered by a
thin scrap of material. She lets out a soft moan when I clasp down on
her cheeks and pick her up, lifting her into my body. She is so
light, I am able to hold her against me with very little effort.

Her legs lock tightly around my waist and she wraps her
arms around the back of my neck, pulling her body flush with mine.
She buries her face into the crook of my neck and gently sinks her
teeth into my flesh just as the elevator doors spring open, sending
my already slipping control, spiraling downward, and fast.

Spinning around, I carry her out of the elevator and
down the hallway towards my room in record time, wanting nothing more
than to satisfy the urge I have had since the night she danced for
me; to know what it feels like to bury myself deep inside of her.

Chapter
Six

Lo

I can feel my skin burn everywhere his lips touch. My
neck, my jaw, the side of my face. By the time he pushes through the
door of his hotel room, I feel like my body is engulfed in flames.
Every part of me feels the heat.

Sliding my coat from my shoulders and letting it fall
somewhere on the floor, I lean my head back as his lips explore my
neck, his tongue dancing skillfully across my skin.

“
You taste so
fucking perfect.” He growls, pushing me roughly into the wall
as his mouth drops lower, taking advantage of the low dip in the
front of my dress.

Sliding the material to the side, I moan out the moment
his hot mouth covers my nipple, my hands tangling roughly in his dark
hair. He sucks each one into a hard nub, teasing and torturing as he
goes, before finally sliding the straps of my dress down.

“
Fuck.”
The word comes from deep in his throat as he spins around and carries
me through the room. He turns on no lights as he moves through the
space so I can't see enough to make out much, but the sound of a door
opening behind me tells me everything I need to know.

Dax stops and bends forward slightly, my back coming to
rest on top of a soft mattress within seconds. Pulling back, he works
my dress the rest of the way down and then tosses the thin material
to the side, before he begins working on removing his own clothing.

The room is dark, but there is enough light filtering
through the uncovered windows from the city outside, that it reflects
perfectly against his broad chest and sculpted abs as he peels his
shirt from his body. I can see the definition of muscle in his arms
and the dark blotches of ink from his sleeved tattoos, but I can't
make out what any of them are through the darkness.

I have to bite down on my bottom lip to force myself
silent. I knew he would be perfect, I just wasn't prepared for what
that meant. Leaning over, he pushes his pants to the floor and I hear
the unmistakeable rip of a condom rapper, but the lower part of his
body is beyond my line of sight and I can't get a good look at him.

His face however, is somewhat visible. I can see his
smile, feel his excitement in the way his hands slide up my legs. He
hitches his thumbs into the band of my panties and I lift up,
allowing him to remove the last piece of clothing from my body,
leaving me bare in front of him.

Like an animal staking claim on a female mate, the
moment he leans forward and grabs my hips, flipping me to my stomach
with next to no effort, I am his to command. His hands close down
around my legs just below my knees and he tugs me downward causing my
legs to hang completely off of the mattress and my ass to be on full
display from the height of the bed.

I can feel the weight of his erection as he settles in
behind me. “I may only get you once, but I promise baby, you
are going to feel me for days.” He rasps from behind me,
causing me to gasp as he slowly begins to slide inside of me. The
feeling is so intense, it's like I can feel him all the way to my
toes.

He goes slow, entering me inch by torturous inch until
he fills me so completely, it is borderline painful. “Hold on
love.” His voice radiates with his own need as he slowly pulls
out, only the tip of him remaining inside of me.

Rearing back, he enters me on a thrust so forceful, it
scoots me several inches up the mattress. I cry out as he pulls out
and then rams back into me again. Digging his fingers into my hips,
he holds me steady as he begins pounding in and out of me, his pace
hard and fast. I am so worked up from the anticipation, from the way
it feels to have him buried so deeply inside of me, that my orgasm is
climbing within minutes.

His thrusts are relentless. Our bodies slam together so
violently that skin slapping skin is the only sound. It echos around
us, caging us in. I bury my face in the bedspread below me, trying my
best to contain my cries of pleasure as he pounds harder and harder.

I know I am close. I can feel the pleasure building
through me. When my orgasm finally explodes, I cry out loudly, not
expecting the intensity that is pulsating through every inch of my
body. I tremble beneath him, feeling like I have no control over my
involuntary tremors.