I hop onto the bed, jostling her, and my eyes are wide, watching her tits bounce. I lay down and cozy up to her with my arm outstretched. “Come here.”
“I wouldn’t have pinned you as the cuddling type,” she mumbles and rests her head on my chest. I wrap my arm around her, tucking her into me. Her warmth, the comfort of her touch, and her body pressing against mine have my chest tightening.
“Yeah, I surprise myself,” I say with a self-deprecating chuckle.
“I don’t mind this one bit, but do you really do this with all the ladies?”
Groaning, I mumble. “Never.”
“Never!?” She shakes her head, hums, and turns her body to face me.
Right now, I’d give anything to know what she’s thinking. As she shifts into her spot next to me, she scrapes her nails over my chest. “Geez, don’t make me feel special; I might get attached.”
I’ve learned over the years that women tend to become attached too quickly. Keeping things very casual—no sleepovers, no second times—keeps things simple. Sex, no attachments, no why didn’t you text me…zero expectations.
With Kendall, the plan was the same when I spotted her earlier. But when we sat at the bar, things shifted. I didn’t pay much attention to the shift at the time. The me of earlier today saw her as a woman who could walk out this door and never look back. While I’m lying here now, hoping she won’t.
So maybe her getting attached wouldn’t be the worst thing to happen—having her in my arms, my bed.
I chuckle. “You’re one of a kind, Kendall.”
Her lips meet my chest, but she doesn’t stop there. Teeth drag over my skin, and my cock is rock hard again.
“That I am.”
“Sexy. Gorgeous. Sassy. What am I missing?”
“Confident. Successful. Magnetic.” She leans her head up, looking at me with a smirk.
I kiss her forehead. “My favorite thing is how sassy you are. Keep it up…”
“Or what?”
I slap her ass and then grab her. “Your sassy mouth is going to get you into trouble.”
“Typical of me,” she says as her head rests on my chest.
I trail my fingers along her arm and back up. Leaning my head a little further into the pillow, she feels right in my arms. Her entire body relaxes, and I realize she has fallen asleep. My eyes feel heavy, and then it’s lights out.
The sun is peeking through the curtains, just enough to cast a ray of sunshine on the wall near the bed. We slept tangled together all night. Kissing the top of her head, I slink out of bed and into the main room, intending to order breakfast for us.
Are you out of your mind? First you gave her a T-shirt to stay the night, and now breakfast?
I want more time with her and to get to know her. I guess there’s a first for everything. I’m keeping her here for as long as possible. The hotel phone sits on the side table. I pick it up and dial room service.
“Morning, room service. What would you like to order?”
“I’d like to order the ultimate breakfast for two, please?”
“Give us fifteen minutes and we will be up, Mr. Walsh.”
“Thank you.”
I hang up the phone, head to the bedroom to grab my grey sweatpants and a crisp white t-shirt, all the while watching her sleep. The view is different this morning as the sun tries to creep in between the curtains. She is peaceful, and her red hair is a drastic contrast against the white pillow and sheets. Her beautiful face keeps me staring.
I crawl onto the bed and lie next to her, draping my arm over her body. She moves ever so slightly. I kiss under her ear, pullinga moan from her. She turns her head; I see those green eyes flutter open and stare back at me. Heat bursts in my chest as I lean in to kiss her, feel her; she meets me with a searing kiss. My lips move with hers…
A knock on the door interrupts the moment.
