“Sweetmama?”
“Nothanks.”
“Dish? Looker?” Wayne’s grin shifted into an equally suggestive smirk, his right hand inching across the comforter to barely intertwine with her own fingers. Before Jo could respond, she swallowed, clearing the sudden thickness in her throat. Despite the fact that her own smirk was still firmly in place, even she could hear the tightness in hervoice.
“No andno.”
Wayne leaned in, lips brushing against her cheekbone to the shell of her ear. Jo’s heart skipped a beat, her eyes pinned to the painting on the far wall of their hotel room, a gaudy affair depicting a woman sitting in a room that looked strikingly similar to their own. It was very meta, almost a little too much so, and definitely not distractingenough.
“Alright then,” Wayne practically purred into her ear, teeth just scraping against her earlobe. “What about—” Another barely there nip, another hot breath against her cheek that had Jo’s eyes fluttering closed. “Tomato?”
Jo nearly dropped her glass; even her lust-fueled brain stuttered to a sudden halt. Sensing the shift, Wayne looked at her, Jo looked back, and then she lost it. Her laughter was a booming sound that, considering their watches were running, was bound to echo straight down the hallway and into every room inbetween.
“Tomato?” Jo wheezed, shakily putting her glass down on the nightstand so she wouldn’t spill its entire contents onto the bed. “What—what isthat?”
“A vegetable?” Wayne frowned, slightly and obviously disappointed by his advances being thwarted. “And a perfectly respectable way to address an attractivewoman?”
“Tomatoes are fruits.” Jo sniffed, still chuckling. “And either way, that one’s a hardpass.”
This time, Wayne rolled his eyes at her, watching her get out of the bed and walk back over to their spoils from the evening. She could practically feel the stare like a brand against the back of her neck. “Guess ‘doll’ it is,” he said, voice husky and low, still gravelly. It took everything Jo had not to turn immediately around. Still, a shiver ran down her spine at the sound. She’d be lying if she said she hadn’t had the same thought, adrenaline and success making her needy andeager.
“Guessso.”
“Guess so,” Wayne repeated, following her out of bed like a dog on a leash. Jo could feel the anticipation running up her spine like a jolt of electricity, waiting for him to get close, to leanin.
Without warning, Jo spun herself around, wrapped her hands in the collar of his nicely pressed dress shirt, and tugged himdown.
He seemed surprised at first, lips unresponsive for a second, before his embrace tightened, a content hum passing from his mouth to hers. He kissed back with a languid kind of intent, as if he was drinking her in, but when his tongue traced her bottom lip, she decided that that simply would not do. His teasing kisses and low, suggestive tone had gotten them here, and slow, delicate kisses just weren’t going to cutit.
She wasn’t some blushing maid looking for a man to treat her like a porcelain doll. She was a woman with a fire in her stomach and a need between her thighs. She didn’t want slow kisses, like the two of them were lovers. She wanted to blow off some steam, wanted to ride the high oftriumph.
At one point, Jo found herself with her own back against the door, her hands fisted in Wayne’s way too expensive-looking shirt. He’d managed to hoist her up, her legs hooked around his waist, and with every roll of his hips, she could feel his desire, hot and hard and heavy against herown.
Wayne’s lips were on her neck, teeth dragging over the sensitive skin at her pulse. She more felt his words vibrating against her than actually heardthem.
“So what brought this on all of a sudden, dollface?” He purred, nipping at the skin beneath her jaw. Jo gasped at the light sting, head falling back against the door. But not for long. She didn’t want talking, flirting. She wanted mind-numbingsatisfaction.
So instead of answering, Jo bucked her hips against him with more insistence, recapturing his lips with little grace. She tried not to flush when he chuckled into her mouth, but she couldn’t help her whine of frustration when he broke the kiss oncemore.
“You know,” he breathed, words coming in humid puffs against her face. “There’s a perfectly good bed about two feet to ourleft.”
And that, she could definitely get on boardwith.
Jo took the time to kiss him deeply once more, flicking her tongue into his mouth and reveling in the way it made him noticeably shiver. “I like the way you think,” she said, pulling his bottom lip between her teeth andsucking.
This time, when Wayne groaned, it was punctuated by a needy (maybe even involuntary) thrust of his hips. The heat at Jo’s core grew, her own eagerness showing as she let her legs fall back to the floor, her hands scrabbling to make quick work of her hoodie. Wayne chuckled at her again, but when she glanced at him—one arm still in its sleeve and hair half caught in fabric—his pupils were blown wide, expression absolutelyfilthy.
A boost of confidence at his gaze had her stripping her shirt off more slowly, trembling slightly beneath the way his eyes trailed shamelessly up and down her body. He watched her remove her pants with a similar, hungry expression, eyes growing dark and trousers tenting noticeably with hisarousal.
“Well?” Jo smirked, surprised at the steadiness of her own voice. Giving him her own once over, she turned towards the bed. After unclasping her bra and letting it fall to the floor, she glanced over her shoulder at him. He looked perfectly, beautifully stunned. Not to mention incredibly turned on. A spark of excitement ran down Jo’s spine; this was what she’d been needing. She’d done what she’d come here to do, and damn it if she couldn’t get a little something for herself too. “What are you waiting for,Davis?”
Within seconds, Wayne was already behind her, similarly dressed in nothing but his briefs. Strands of hair were sticking up out of their usually slicked back perfection, implying he’d removed his own clothes possibly even more quickly than she had. The thought made a warm stretch of amusement spread across herchest.
As soon as they were within reach, Wayne wasted no more time on words, wrapping his arms around her waist to pull herclose.
If she’d thought his kisses were hungry before, they were absolutely famished now, a wanton display that left Jo reeling and dizzy with her own want. As she kissed back, she ran the fingers of one hand through his hair, the other inching low to cup the bulge between his thighs. Wayne groaned into her mouth, bucking into her touch. Eager for more of his noises, more panting breaths and urgent curses, Jo inched that hand past his waistband to wrap around the solid heat of hislength.
Wayne shuddered at the touch, breaking the kiss to pant heavily into the crook of her neck. She felt him twitch in her hand as she moved, stroking him to fullhardness.
