Free Movie Merger (Bad Boys Billionaire Bachelors Club #2) by Rachel Angel Page A

and nodded to one of the attendants at the door, who seemed to know what he wanted without him having to say a word. I was so flushed and horny that I didn’t want to take the time to say goodbye to anybody. Not only did I not want anybody to say anything that might stop the sexual buzz I was feeling at that moment, but I also didn’t want to stop Marshall, who finally seemed so willing to open up and give himself to me.
    The entire ride back to the hotel involved hands roaming each other aggressively and rough kissing that showed the urgency that both of us was feeling. I groaned, so wet and excited that I couldn’t stand it any longer. There was no time to listen to that little voice in the back of my mind that was trying to get me to slow down. I was full speed ahead.

Chapter 13
    The limousine finally pulled up to the hotel and Marshall and I got out, making our way into the lobby. I was well aware that my hair was messed up and I had the look of somebody who had either had sex or was ready to.
    Marshall and I made our way to the elevator, longing to get in there and away from the prying eyes that seemed to be watching us in the lobby. Once the doors closed and Marshall put his key into the slot for the VIP suites floor we began to kiss once again. He pressed my body against the glass of the elevator, letting his hands gently glide up my thigh to the place that I longed to feel them. I braced my hands on the brass bars that were on each side of the elevator, clutching them to keep my balance and give me an outlet for the intense feeling I had. I was to the point where his touch alone could nearly bring me to orgasm, something that I’d read about, but had never experienced.
    “You’re so damn beautiful, Becca. I want to get you into that room right now and take you in every place I can find. I need you so bad, but…”
    I immediately started to quiet Marshall by unzipping his jeans and sliding my hand in to feel his shaft, stroking it aggressively and not wanting to hear what would possibly come after that but. There were no buts tonight. It was our night and I was ready. I knew Marshall was ready too. This tension had been building for nearly a week now and it was something that demanded exploration.
    Through my peripheral I noticed that the elevator door had opened, but then it shut again. Marshall must have realized it too because his long arms reached over and pressed the door open button and it opened again. He took my hand and guided me out of the elevator to the room, which was only two doors down. That was a good thing because I didn’t enjoy having his hands off of me. Every place that he’d touched me seemed to leave a tattoo of erotic sensation on my skin. I wanted more and needed more.
    Once in the room Marshall and I headed right toward the bedroom. We remained standing while we undressed each other down. I looked at him, my hair now down and beginning to stick to my neck from the intensity of the foreplay we’d just been going through for the last hours. I studied Marshall’s naked body, thinking of it as the type of thing that was thought of by a sculptor—a perfect work of art and one that you longed to possess.
    Marshall picked me up and laid me down in bed, slowly stroking my entire body, as if he was memorizing every detail of it. I tried to touch him back, but he wouldn’t let me, whispering that he just wanted to experience this, and please don’t interfere. I didn’t. Instead, I felt the passion that was emanating through him through his kisses.
    For the longest time Marshall lingered on my breasts, kissing them passionately, making my nipples grow darker and more aroused with each touch of his lips. I’d never experienced such patient and seductive attention to my breasts for such a long period of time. I couldn’t believe how much I could sense all the nerve endings in them responding to the kisses, strokes, squeezes, and gentle bites. There was no rhyme or reason to it and the