Everything seemed to move in a blur after that. The two of you were now in Namjoon's car, the air thick with promise and anticipation. His hand was on your thigh, and his thumb was rubbing circles into your exposed skin. The air was on full blast, but you were on fire. Your heart was pounding in your chest and your face was still flushed from the kisses he had stolen on the way back to the parking lot earlier. This man would be the death of you. Coming up to a stop light, Namjoon looked over at you, heat in his hooded gaze. He squeezed your thigh and you squeaked and he chuckled. Tease.

Well, two could play that game. You pulled his hand up to your lips and kissed the knuckles, making his gaze soften. Stretching out his pointer finger, you slipped it into your mouth, all the way to the end. You swirled your tongue around it, never breaking eye contact with him. You pulled it back out slowly, so slowly, letting your teeth skim his finger ever so slightly. He hissed and you smirked. His pupils were nearly black now and his jaw was set tightly. His voice was hoarse when he spoke, barely above a whisper. "I swear woman, just you wai-." He was cut off by the sound of angry car horns behind us and he straightened. The light had been green for some time, apparently.

"Eyes on the road, sir." You refused to keep the smugness out of your tone. He had started this, after all. He cleared his throat and shook his head, a small smile on his lips. You giggled quietly to yourself, giddy now. Not long after, the car pulled up underneath a less than ostentatious hotel and Namjoon guided it smoothly to a space in the parking garage. Your eyebrow raised in question. He shrugged, "This is a hotel the paparazzi wouldn't think to look for me in."

You rolled your eyes. "I was less confused about the star rating and more about the fact that you already had this planned out. What if things hadn't gone the way they did today?"

"I'm nothing if not prepared for any and everything." He winked at you before climbing out of the car and coming around to open your door for you. You took his hand and the two of you walked to the hotel entrance. The air was humid and stuffy from the rain and there was a sheen of sweat beading on your arms and legs. The automatic sliding doors led into a cool, clean lobby. The staff greeted you with a smile and you took the chance to look around while Namjoon checked in. It was average looking on the outside, but the fifteen stories circled a stone man-made waterfall in the middle. There was a bar and grill off to the left and several elevated tables were placed all around. There were a few couples eating, drinking, and talking, but it was nice and quiet. Nobody stared, nobody pulled out their phones to snap pictures of your celebrity boyfriend.

Boyfriend.

Was that what he was now? You hadn't technically asked . . . But weren't you a little old for the 'what are we' question? You were overthinking it.

You turned back to the tall Adonis at the counter, listening to him speak kindly to the flustered clerk handing him room keys. He didn't seem to notice the effect he was having on her. He picked up a black duffel bag you hadn't seem him bring in from the floor and handed you the room keys. Seeing the expression on your face, he said, "I had some clothes purchased and sent over to meet us here. I hope you don't think this was too presumptions of me. But again, I'm nothing if not-."

"Prepared." You finished with a nod.

He raised his brow and smirked at you. "I was going to say thorough, but yes, that, too." You nudged his shoulder playfully as you walked to the elevators down the hall. Stepping inside, Namjoon stood in the corner and pulled you so that your back was to him. Now in the confines of this space, the electricity that his touch always sent through you was back in waves. You swallowed as his lips met your ear, his tongue skimming the shell of it. You squeezed the hands that rested on either side of your waist and he bit down on your earlobe, making you inhale sharply. "Behave." You scolded him half heartedly. His hands slid into your pocked, coming dangerously close to your center.

"Make me," he whispered, making your toes curl. No, no, you didn't think you would. His lips travelled down your neck and you tilted your head to give him better access. He sucked on the sensitive skin where your neck met your shoulders and you bit back a moan. Christ, he was barely even touching you. Your body moved on its own and your ass ground slowly against the growing hardness you could feel straining underneath his shorts. He groaned and suddenly you were facing him and his lips were on yours and his arms held you prisoner. Your skin was too hot and you both had too many clothes on. His shirt was in your hands and he kissed you fervently, threatening to swallow you whole. You wouldn't mind.

He cupped your backside and your core begged for some friction but he held you so tightly you couldn't move. You gasped for air and he took that opportunity to plunge his tongue into your mouth. It danced with yours in a synchronized tango and your head was swimming. You barely registered the high pitched ding of the elevator you had forgotten you were still in. All at once, Namjoon released you and took your hand and the discarded duffel bag and pulled you down a long hallway. You would have been insulted by his fast response if he hadn't almost run into a wall and his breathing wasn't so labored.

You pressed the key card over the pad and felt it thrum before it clicked and a green light indicated that you were okay to enter. Pushing the door open, you stepped inside a massive dimly lit room. The dresser took up the entire left wall and you could see the huge bathroom to your right. Further in, there was a writing desk and a few precariously placed arm chairs that looked very comfortable. But your eyes went directly to the king sized bed in the center of the room. The bed was round in shape and took up a surprising amount of space.

Namjoon saw you eyeing the bed. "Tired?"

You shook your head. "I can't honestly say sleep is on the forefront of my mind at the moment."

He came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your chest. "It was a rhetorical question anyway." And just like that, your heart went wild. "Shower with me." You breathed a sigh of relief and nodded. You felt sticky. Namjoon led you to the bathroom which held the biggest walk-in shower you had ever seen. A tiled bench took up the back wall and it had a confusing number of dialed and spouts you definitely didn't know how to use. You helped each other undress, and you struggled to keep your eyes on his. He, however, made no such effort. His eyes roamed hungrily over your body, pausing at your most intimate areas. You felt so vulnerable and exposed, despite the fact that he had seen you naked plenty of times.

He turned the water on and steam quickly filled the space, fogging the mirror and the shower glass. You stepped in with him and he guided you under the stream. You had to let your skin adjust to the temperature but you tilted your head back, letting the heat cascade over your face. You ran your fingers over your hair and sighed in contentment. When you opened your eyes, you found Namjoon's on you. "Beautiful." Was all he said and your face heated. You looked down at your feet and tucked your hair behind your ear.

He pulled your head up with a finger under your chin and his lips slowly found yours once again. This kiss was gentle, sweet, and loving, but still just as devastatingly passionate as the rest. Your hands rose to cup his cheeks and you granted his tongue access to your mouth. It slowly slid against your own like it was memorizing the feel and taste of you. You sighed into his mouth, melting against him. Walking backwards, he led you to the seat next to you. Sitting down, he pulled you over him so that you were straddling his waist. He continued to kiss you, moving in no rush or hurry as opposed to how he was earlier. Your eyes met his still heated gaze, but this was more of a smolder and less of a fire. You ran your fingers through his hair as you tried to catalog the emotions on his face. There were so many; love, joy, melancholy, to name a few.

You bent your head to kiss him again before he cupped your face and stopped you just a hair's breath away from his lips. "Thank you," he whispered, his voice barely audible over the sound of the water pounding against tile, "for choosing me. I won't ever make you regret it." Your heart clenched. You could see the determination in his eyes, and the hint of worry in his tone. You kissed the wrinkles that had formed on his forehead and felt the tension leaving his body. You wanted to tell him that of course you had chosen him. Hell, it hadn't even been a choice you had had to make. You wanted to tell him that nothing he could say or do would make you regret the words you had said to him today.

Instead, you simply pressed your forehead to his and said a soft, "I know." And that was all that he needed to hear from you. He pulled you down for a kiss once more and that was how you stayed for a few seconds until he tilted his head to deepen it. The tile was cool against your shins but his skin radiated with heat. His long fingers slid up your thighs and around to your backside. He lifted your hips, never breaking the kiss, and with agonizing slowness, brought them down, effectively sheathing himself deep inside you.

You couldn't help separating from his mouth as your head hung back, but he didn't seem to mind as he took that chance to occupy his skilled tongue with your breast. Your fingers tangled in his hair and you bit your lip as he sucked on the hardened nub, flicking his tongue over it. With one strong hand, he lifted you again and with that same dizzying pace, brought you back down onto his length. His free hand came up to massage your neglected breast and you moaned as he bit down softly on the other. He continued to move you up and down his cock with a maddening speed, trying to take his time.

This was so different from the hungry animal he usually was when the two of you had done this in the past. This time, he was worshipping you, cherishing you, giving you everything he had and letting you feel his passion in a new way. You were drowning in a sea of pleasure, content to never touch the surface again if it meant staying here with him like this. But then he moved a fraction of an inch, and that drove him into you at a different angle - the right angle - and you swore you'd die if you didn't move at least a little faster. It was too much, and you needed more - demanded it.

This time, when he brought you up to the head of his member, you slid yourself back down with more speed. Your mouth captured his, beseeching him to read the signs your body was putting out. And he did.

He kissed you with equal amounts of impatience, and as he gripped your ass tighter, he really began to move. He made sure not to stray from that angle as he picked up speed, nothing crazy, just enough to scratch the itch. This position made it to where every time he drove himself inside of you, it was deeper than it had ever been before. You bit down on his shoulder as your toes curled and your fingernails dug into his back. You were so close, so fucking close. He must have been, too, because he was going so fast now you worried he may slip. He growled as his fingers dug into your sides, his entire body tensing. "Don't stop," you whined, not caring how that sounded, "don't you dare stop." He thrusted into you until you saw colors flashing behind your closed lids and stars exploded in the darkness as ecstasy crashed into you like a tidal wave.

He found his own release soon after and the two of you rode it out together. He kissed every inch of your face and everything he could reach after. When your breathing was back to normal, Namjoon lifted you off of him and proceeded to wet a cloth with soap. He gently washed away the events from today, his lips following the droplets of water that rinsed you. The two of you air dried on the bed, towels under you to keep the blankets from absorbing any moisture. Namjoon was now tracing the curves of your hips and legs and had a serene look on his face. You kissed the top of his head. "Thank you for this. This was the best day."

He looked up at you through his lashes. "What makes you think that it's even close to being over?" And then he showed you that he most definitely was not done with you yet.