She tried to find something to watch, some mindless show that would suck her in until she was ready for sleep, but her mind kept wandering back to the stranger. He was only a few rooms down. She pictured him stripping and getting in the shower and discovered that she liked the thought very much. She didn't think he was too muscular, which was a good thing; that wasn't her type. Lean and tall was sexy, someone that dwarfed her short stature. Not that any of the guys back home cared what her type was. She’d had trouble with dating because everyone saw her as the poor orphan girl. That, and Grant was intimidating as hell. She was positive that she shied away from men with his physique for a reason. Grant was a great big brother, and he’d done a terrific job of raising her from the time she was twelve. He was just a little overprotective.
As her thoughts went back to the possibilities of her stranger naked in the shower, she found her hands roaming over her body in a mimic of washing herself. Over her full breasts, down her sides, to the curve of her hips and further. Shifting on the bed, she pictured his hands in between her legs instead of her own. Her soft cotton sleep shorts were thin, and she could feel that she was wet. She’d experienced her own fingers too often, frustrated that she didn't have a man to help her out in that area. She stroked over herself a few times, then froze when there was a loud bump against the wall behind her head. She rolled her eyes and flopped over on her stomach.
Reagan was going to be a freshman in college and she was a virgin. None of her friends back home were virgins, not by a long shot. Not that she was terribly close with any of them because she would rather study than hang out at some stupid party, but none of the girls she’d spent time with were bothered by having casual encounters. Reagan had reached the point where she just wanted to get it over with.
She sat up. Surely it wouldn't hurt anybody if she went a few doors down and made a not-so-subtle suggestion, would it? Most guys would be game to sleep with an attractive, curvy blonde coed, wouldn't they? She considered herself to be average looking, not hideous, chunkier than most girls, but pretty enough. Already, she felt like she was trying to oversell her attributes. She took a deep breath and stood, decision made.
What's the worst that can happen? He says no, and I go on with my life. It's not like I‘ll ever see him again.
She grabbed her keycard off the dresser and followed her instincts out the door and down the hall. She hesitated in front of room four-twelve. She took a deep breath and blew it out, then knocked before she lost her nerve. She heard some mumbling and the TV from behind the closed door, and then he opened it.
Hudson was stunned to see the beautiful young woman that rescued him standing in the hallway. She was short, curvy in all the right places, and young. Probably too young for him, but shewastraveling alone, so he hoped she was at least eighteen. About the time she opened her mouth was the time he realized he’d been staring and not speaking.
“Do you mind if I come in?”
Her voice sounded throaty, a bit deep for someone her age, and he could see her nipples straining against her thin shirt. She was obviously dressed for bed, making him entirely unsure of the reason for her visit.
He stepped back and held the door open. “Um, okay.”
“What a surprise, your room looks just like mine.” She turned in a circle, and he tried not to groan at the sight of her plump ass under paper-thin shorts.
“So, to what do I owe the pleasure of your company this evening?”
She stopped turning and looked at him. He was wearing a white t-shirt and a pair of red plaid flannel pants. She realized that his hair was, in fact, red. She bit her lip, trying not to doubt herself. “You and I are complete strangers.”
“Yes.” He was unsure where she was heading with this.
“You seem older than me, but not in a creepy way.”
Hudson frowned. “How old are you?”
She grinned. “The million dollar question. I’m eighteen, and have been for a few months.”
Thank God. He swallowed the saliva that pooled in the back of his throat. “I am older than you, though not in a creepy way.”
Reagan laughed as he repeated her words. “As long as you’re in your twenties, I don't care about exactly how old you are.”
He suddenly had a feeling he knew exactly where she was going with this. “Look, Reagan.” He loved the way her name sounded, the old-fashioned southern charm it conjured in his head. “I don't know why you’re here. It was really great of you to give me a ride, and I appreciate it. I’ll even pay you gas money or something if you want.”
“No, that’s not what I want. I was already heading to this hotel anyway.”
He was positive that the longer she stood there, the less he was going to be able to resist her when she got to the point. He’d thought of her in the shower, wondering if she was showering, too, and wanted to see more of her rosy flesh. Then, like an answered prayer, she was there. “Reagan, you’re gonna have to spell it out for me.”
“I want to have sex. With you.” There, she’d had the courage to say it out loud. It was up to him whether anything happened or not.
“I was afraid you were going to say that.”
She frowned. “Why, because you don't want to? I—”
But he had her pressed against the nearest wall before she could complete her sentence. His mouth covered hers, and his hands went to her breasts without second-guessing what he was doing. His knee went between her legs, and she shamelessly ground against him. His tongue found its way into her mouth, and she felt a rush of need as he smoothed it along hers. She’d been kissed before, but not by anyone as exceptionally good at it as Hudson. She moaned when he twisted her nipple, the feeling causing both pleasure and pain to surge through her chest and down to her belly. She didn't complain when he moved his knee and plunged his hand down her shorts, finding her without any underwear on. She was wet and hot, and he couldn't help sinking a finger inside her.
“Are you sure, Reagan?” he asked as he let go of her mouth to let her breathe.
She panted for a second, her eyes glazed over as she stared up at his handsome face. She nodded as his finger moved against her. “Yes,” she said so that he was absolutely clear.
“Good.”
A whimper caught in her throat as he moved once more, his finger finding her clit and flicking it. She was nowhere near as good at that as he was, and she felt heat rise from somewhere between her legs and engulf her entire body. Realizing that she should move, she reached for the waistband of his pants.
