Crazy connection

The hotel

Chapter 6

The hotel

We get to the hotel and the lobby doors open automatically, we fall into the lobby out of the rain. The night receptionist looks up with an exaggerated gasp and says, “nasty weather tonight Don’t know where that rain has come from, it’s been so lovely and mild for this time of year!”

We both smile and Daniel leads us to the elevator, and I can feel my stomach turn at the thought of sleeping in the same bedroom as him. While we’re in the elevator he asks me bemused, “do you Brits use that term a lot?” He sniggers.

I ask, “what term?”

He replies, “It’s mild for this time of year” he mimics the woman receptionist jokingly.

We both laugh before stopping on the 200-230 floor and get out, I feel even more nervous now. I follow him to room number 225. He puts the keycard in the door and it flashes green. He pushes the door open and motions for me to go in. Due to the angle he is standing at and holding the door open around head hight, I have to duck down and squeeze past him as I go in. My heart pounding as I pass by him so closely. I wonder if he can hear my heart because to me it sounds like it’s as loud as a drum. I get excited little shivers up my spine as I brush against his tall frame while he holds the door open for me.

I go in and stand just in the entrance near the bathroom because I’m dripping and wet-through from the downpour. I take my coatigan off and my heart skips a beat as realisation hits me, I don’t have anything dry to wear. I’m soaked through to my pants. Daniel comes in, takes his coat off, takes my coatigan and hooks both up in the bathroom on the shower taps so that they can drip into the bath.

He comes out and sees me standing by the table near the entrance. Shivering now as the cold sets in. He edges towards me, as he comes closer he looks me straight in the eyes and I get nervous flutters as he comes so close that we nearly touch. He leans forward and reaches around me to get to the stack of towels on the desk behind me. As he edges forward I can hear myself breathing harder and faster and as he leans forward our faces nearly touching, I can’t help it, my breath hitches and I let out a little soft whimper.

Shit, s**t, s**t, he must have heard that.

I hold my breath now. He gives me a little crooked smile out of the corners of his mouth.

“I think you need this more then I do.” He passes me the towel, still looking me straight in the eye, looking deep as if trying to see my deepest secrets.

“You were right about getting an all weatherproof coat”. He looks at himself, his jumper is dry and although his trousers are damp he is relatively unscathed but the downpour now that his coat has been removed.

I take the towel and put it over my hair, trying in vein to dry it a little without making it look like I’ve just crawled through a bush backwards. I turn my line of view to the room so as to avoid looking at him while removing his jumper. I really do have to try and curb my imagination more. It’s as if I’m some kind of s*x nymph, and my mind is constantly turning to thoughts of his long, lean, naked body and his big hands doing naughty things to me.

Shit there I go again.... It has been a long six months since I’ve been s****l with a man. My most recent ex was just an average lover and even then I can’t actually recall when we last did it.

I turn my attention to the room. It’s a large family room just like he said. There’s a double bed in the centre of the room with a single bed against the wall near the bathroom door. He has some items of clothing in the open wardrobe hung up. On the single bed there is some paperwork and other bits arranged neatly. The table has the kettle and tea making facilities and the stack of towels. There is a table by the window with two chairs and all in all the room is neat as a pin.

I take my shoes off and put them near the door and I drape the towel over my shoulders as I walk towards the table near the window. I am aware of him going through his wardrobe but I end up standing by the window, daydreaming for a moment while looking out into the darkness in a kind of trance, as I watch the rain fall.

Not realising he was right behind me, I jump when he says, “here, I know it’s not ideal but these should be comfortable and should keep you warm once you’ve had a shower.”

I turn around to find him holding out a bundle of clothes. I take them from him and smile, “thank you!” “I feel awful that I am putting you out like this” I say with my best, big eyed apologetic face. Trying to be sexy but not make it look like I’m desperate. Although I feel like I must be failing miserably.

He takes a step forward, and my heart starts to race. He takes the clothes out of my hands and places them on the table next to me. He takes another step closer and says, “just tell me if I’ve read this all wrong and I’ll stop”, he leans into me and I can hear my heart pounding louder now. My breathing slows and gets heavy and thick at the thought of his touch. My n*****s are tingling with his nearness.

His hand grasps the nape of my neck gently and he pulls me into a kiss. The second his fingers grazed the nape of my neck I feel bolts of electricity rush through my body from where his hands have touched. The kiss is long, gentle and sensual. His eyes, open at first, to gauge whether I’m going to refuse him, or take him in. Once he knows That I’m not going to push him away, he closes his eyes, and so....

I close my own eyes and just melt into his embrace as his warm hands move, one on the back of my neck directing the kiss and the other on my waist. He slightly raises my T-shirt when his hand goes for my waist and I can feel his warm hand grazing my cold clammy skin. He pulls me into him even closer as the kiss goes on and I feel his thick lips taking my mouth into his. Pushing his tongue into my mouth all I can think of is what those lips and tongue would do to me down there. I feel my n*****s harden into tight hard points straining against the wet fabric of my bra. I start to shiver uncontrollably, partly because I’m frozen to the bone and partly because of the exhilarating sensations travelling up and down my body from his warm touch.

He pulls away and stops kissing me, turns and walks away to the bathroom without a word. I feel robbed of his warmth, of his tenderness and wanting in that moment.

I hear him moving our coats and I hear water running from the taps. He takes a while before returning to the room.

I wait, sitting down on one of the chairs by the window. Shivering and teeth chattering now, I wonder if I have done the right thing coming here. Is this the right thing? Have I led him on some how? Why did he say, “if I have read this all wrong, then tell me?” Did I lead him on some how? Was it that obvious that I was hankering after his closeness and his touch all day?