Elsie
“Thank you for dinner. It was lovely,” I smile as Kellan, and I leave the restaurant, “You are welcome, angel.” He returns the smile.
I assume we are heading back to the car, but Kellan takes my hand in his, leading me in the opposite direction, “Where are we going?” I ask. He pulls me into a lightened alleyway, “Because I have wanted to do this all night, and I am not one for public display of affection.” He answers, pressing me to the wall.

I whimper, and he steps into me, trapping me between the wall and his body. Before I could say another word, he crashed his lips roughly to mine, groaning the second our lips connected. I moan, gripping his clothing and kissing him back. He rests one hand on my hip, holding me tightly to him and cups my face with the other. The feel of his lips on mine again is turning me on. I am not the only one; just like the first time, his excitement digs between my thighs.
He backs away after a few minutes, his breathing heavy, and mine is the same, “God, Elsie, what are you doing to me,” he says, “Uh?” I ask, confused. I don’t know if his words are a good or a bad thing.
Kellan reaches in, stroking my hair, “It means you are driving me crazy in a way no one has for a long time,” he answers honestly, “Trust me, I am familiar with the feeling, the only difference being no man has even gotten to me in the way you do, Kellan.” It is the truth.
A smug look takes over his face, “Good to know,” he smirks, “Shall we go?” he adds. I nod, my body still recovering from the kiss. He offers me his hand, which I take, leading us out of the alleyway.
“Are we heading home?” I am not ready for home, not yet. “Do you want or need to go home?” he questions.
“No. I am in no rush, are you?” he shakes his head, “Do you want to go home at all tonight?” Where else am I supposed to go?

“Um, I do need to, at some point, to sleep,” I laugh, “We can book into a hotel for the night and no, nothing needs to happen between us,” he says, the last part firmly.
I thought on for a moment and found myself nodding. I don’t think I would mind if something happened, but I will not share the information with him, not yet. I have never been one to jump into bed quickly with a man, but a simple touch, a distinct look from Kellan, makes me lose my senses. And those eyes, they are beautiful enough to melt the panties off any woman, even with the secrets behind them.
“Okay, I know a place close by where I can get a room easily. We can drop our things in the room, then go out for a couple of drinks if you like?” he suggests, “Yes, sounds good.” I smile.
He helps me into the car before climbing in himself. He gets us back on the road, resting his hand on my thigh as we drive. The journey is not even twenty minutes before we come to a stop. I climb out, my eyes going wide at the beautiful hotel in front of us. It was a four seasons hotel. Surely we aren’t staying here for the night. I glanced around, but I couldn’t see any other hotels.

“We are staying here?” I gasp, “Yes,” he smiles. He rests his hand on the small of my back, guiding us inside, “You go wait by the elevator for me. I won’t be long.” I do as he tells me, going to stand by it.
He chats with the receptionist for a moment before handing her his bank card. She passes him two key cards, flashing a flirty smile at him. I roll my eyes. Could she be any more obvious?
“What did she ever do to you?” Kellan laughs, appearing in front of me, “Nothing. Why would you say that?” I ask, confused.
He leans over me to press the button, “Because you are sending a death glare in her direction,” he laughs. I am? I didn’t even notice, “I was not.” I deny.
Kellan chuckles, shaking his head as the elevator door pings open. He hit the number of our floor, which was six. The second the doors closed, he pinned me to the wall. I gasp, not expecting it, “Admit it; you were jealous because of how she was looking at me. Are you not into sharing, kitten?” he runs his hand under my dress, rubbing my thigh. I close my eyes, trying to control my breathing.
Kellan smirks and pulls back, making my eyes open. He stands against the wall across from me, acting as if nothing happened. The door stops at our floor, and we head out. I follow him because I don’t know our room number. He uses one of the keys to let us in.
The place is incredible! Double the size of my apartment. It is more of a suite than a room. I can only imagine how much it costs, even for one night.
“You didn’t have to bring us here. It is too much. A motel room would be fine,” I say, “Nah, I would rather us be somewhere comfortable and have easy access to everything we need.” He shrugs.
I admire the room and the view. It is breathtaking. Kellan came up behind me as I stood in front of the large glass window, placing his hands on my hips, “Do you want to go out or order room service? We can have drinks and dessert since we didn’t have any at the restaurant.” He kisses over my shoulders.
“Hmm, we can stay in. We may as well make the most of it for the night,” I breathe out. I refuse to look at him because if I didn’t, I would pounce on him, and I am not ready for it, not yet. I would rather relax for a little while and see what happens.
“Whatever you want, beautiful,” he says, turning me to face him. My breath catches in my throat at the closeness between us, “Drinks, we should order, drinks,” I stammer out.
Kellan nods, a smug look on his face. He makes his way over to the bed, calling down for room service. I take a moment to catch my breath before joining him, “What do you want to drink?” he covers part of the phone, “I am fine with anything,” I answer.
He orders a bottle of wine plus two beers, “There should be dressing gowns somewhere if you want to change into one, rather than sitting in your dress,” he suggests.
He has a point. It would be so much more comfortable. We search for them, and it doesn’t take long to find them. I head to the bathroom to change. I strip down, leaving my underwear on and covering myself with it. It felt nice on my skin, soft, warm and fluffy. I stood in front of the mirror, ensuring I still looked okay.
I can’t believe I am doing this, spending the night in a hotel with a man I only met. It is so out of character, but I am okay with it. I can only imagine what the rest of the night has in store for me, for us.