When we pulled apart, barely breathing, I looked him dead in the eye.
“Take me back to my hotel.”
We barely made it through the lobby. Every few steps, he was behind me walking close. I fumbled the room key because his hand was on my lower back and his lips were doing the Lord’s work on my neck.
“You good?” he whispered.
“No,” I whispered back. “I haven’t had sex in a year and I’m terrified and horny and your hand keeps touching places it has no business touching in public.”
He laughed and took the keycard out my hand like I was a toddler who couldn’t be trusted. “Let me help you before you pass out from overthinking and lust.”
The second the door opened, my shirt was halfway off. His shoes were kicked off. My poor bra never stood a chance.
“Wait. Hold on,” I said, half-laughing, “I feel like I need a pep talk.”
He paused mid-kiss. “You want a TED Talk or a motivational playlist?”
“I want you to promise me you won’t call me ma’am if anything creaks.”
He smirked, lowering me onto the bed like I was both sacred and slutty. “No ma’am. Just yes ma’am.”
Then he paused again. Sat up slightly. Brushed the hair out of my face. “You sure?”
That one little question felt like a weighted blanket over my nerves.
“I’m sure,” I said softly. “It’s just been a while.”
“I figured,” he said, smiling. “The way you’ve been clenching every time I take off a piece of clothing gave it away.”
“Don’t do that.”
“I’m not. I’m about to do you. Big difference.”
And then it was like… magic. Like my body had been onDo Not Disturbfor the last twelve months and he was the first man to finally figure out the secret password. He kissed every single inch of me like he was doing inventory. Commenting the whole time.
“Did you prepare for this? For me?”
“I’m just hopeful by nature.”
He laughed. “That’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard.”
Every move was fun and flirty, but also… focused. Like he knew it wasn’t just a random hook-up that I do often.
He’d whispered things like:
“Tell me what you want.”
“It’s okay to be loud.”
“Don’t hold back. That’s what this whole trip is about, right?”
At one point I tried to be cute and flip us over… and immediately got a cramp in my thigh.
“Shit—hold up—charley horse!”
He gasped and pulled back like I got shot. “Where?! You need water? An ice pack? Holy water?”
I was crying laughing and holding my leg like I’d just finished running a 5K. “My thigh said ‘baby, we don’t do cardio no more.’”
