I search her eyes intently. “Did I say something wrong?”
“No, no. It’s just been a long day.” Her hands move to slide up and down her arms. The relaxed, familiar atmosphere we’ve cultivated throughout the evening has vanished. In its stead, anxiety is sprouting. Because it’s warm as hell out tonight, even for our mountain climate. There’s no way she’s cold.
How have I managed to fuck this up?
“Look. Let me drive you to your hotel. It’s late, and you’ve had more to drink than I have. It doesn’t need to go any farther than that.” Reaching back behind my neck, I massage the tense muscle under my collar.
Do the right thing, Dave. As much as you’d like this night to end differently, you’re not that guy. If it was supposed to happen, it would. “I guess I’m just not ready to end my night with you. But I’ll settle for a few more minutes in your company. Even if it’s merely a moonlight ride in my truck.”
With that, her beautiful body collides against mine with a thud. Her arms fling around my neck, fingers digging into my hair and scalp. Then her mouth is on mine.
Oh, sweet Jesus, this incredible woman tastes like heaven.How did I think I could walk away without more of her sweet mouth? If I died tonight with her cherry flavor on my lips and tongue, I’d go a happy man.
In the moments that pass, I can’t explain how we make it from the parking lot to her hotel. There’s a fleeting memory of holding her hand and pulling it to my mouth as we drove there. But otherwise, all conscious thought is lost once we exit my truck and make our way to her room.
Bumping into the wall beside her door, we frantically kiss and fondle each other through our clothing like two teens on prom night.I think that might be the last time I’ve felt this completely unhinged for a girl. My dick is so painfully hard, the lack of blood flow to my brain is making me see stars. What the hell will being inside her do to me?
“Wait, wait.” She places her palms flat on my chest, pushing me away until both arms are fully extended.
I freeze.Oh, god. If she changes her mind now, I might actually break into tears.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CHAR
“What’s wrong?”
“Okay, I know this is only one night, but…” I bite down on my lower lip, terrified of the answer. Sure, he could lie. But this is a small town. And he’s friends with my bestie’s husband. It’s not like he could hide it. Not for long anyway. “Are you married or in a relation?—”
“No,” he splutters. “I could never do that.”
I let out a heavy exhale, not realizing how worried I’d been until he confirmed what I believed in my heart to be true. It seemed unfathomable that this man could bethat guy. Especially with all of his friends in attendance, watching us spend the majority of the reception together. Heck, part of me still thinks my best friend conspired to seat us next to one another. But I’ve learned the hard way how treacherous people can be. Even ones you think you know. And he’s had more than a few women approaching him tonight. “Whew. I just needed to be sure.”
He stands frozen. Cautious. It’s almost comical. “We good?”
I’m nodding vigorously before I can even get the words out. “Yes. Good.” After reaching into my clutch for my key, we tumble inside in our haste to get the rest of the night underway, nearly putting a hole in the sheetrock as the door slams against the wall.
“Sorry,” he mumbles against my lips as he pulls me against him.With one hand wrapped around my throat, his kisses are a mixture of long and languid alternating with penetrating and passionate. Sweet baby Jesus, this man is like no one I’ve ever experienced. He’s strong, wildly attractive, but with a boy next door playfulness that makes you feel as if you’ve known him your whole life.
Our clothes fly off so violently I have a hard time keeping up with who is undressing who. Once the last item falls to the floor with the rest of the heap, he scoops me up until my legs straddle his hips. The ease with which he carries me to the bed only adds to this man’s appeal. I’ve never been self-conscious about my curves. But having this man handling me as if I weigh nothing is a heady aphrodisiac.
He deposits me on the edge of the bed before quickly turning to rummage through his clothes. Retrieving his wallet, he fishes out a condom and flings it on the bed. I’m not sure which I’m more distracted by. The fact he was in such a hurry to have one at the ready.
Or the fact he’s only grabbed one.
This thought is fleeting, however, as my eyes are feasting on the sight before me. His tanned skin is shockingly free of ink. Not that tattoos are a requirement for a good time, but the majority of his firefighter brothers seem to possess a generous display. No surprise, his pecs and abs are toned to perfection.He’s quite the vision. Sensory overload for any woman, but for a lonely girl starved for the feel of a man… well, this is beyond my expectations.
I realize he’s caught me ogling him when his biceps and quads begin to flex. Biting my lip, I start to smirk at him when I become sidetracked watching him as he fists his hard cock before me. My lower belly clenches in eager anticipation. He’s big, and he knows it.
My gaze bounces from one delectable body part to another, unable to fully process how incredibly hot this man is. Initially, his personality is what draws you in. That sweet, good-natured charm and gregarious laugh. Yet the more I looked at his strong jawline covered in dark stubble and those full lips… well, I was done for.
Coming closer, he cups my face before devouring my lips with his.I’m not sure I’ll ever recover from this night. And it’s barely even begun.
My mind’s going a million miles per hour, trying to digest all the unanswered questions about the man now lying above me. Yet this thought vanishes into thin air as he pulls my arms overhead, binding my wrists together in one muscular hand, before grabbing my asswith the other. I’m already shaking with need, my skin prickled with goosebumps.
His mouth trails down my body, hot and hungry. He stops to brush his lips over the hollow of my neck before continuing on to caress and suckle my breasts, licking the underside of each before pulling back to take me in. My nipples grow even harder under his perusal.“Your beautiful body…” he groans. “It’s going to be the death of me.”
I start to ask why but am cut short when his hand cups my breast, and he returns to nibbling and sucking on each of my nipples. He uses the perfect amount of suction, edging the fine line between pleasure and pain. I let out a low moan as he trails further down and begins gliding his finger in and out of me. The sound of my arousal mocks me. Gah, this man makes me so wet it’s insane.
