The butterflies in my stomach and my fast-beating heart are competing to see which can make me feel more ridiculous. I’m in over my head, I don’t know how to do this. I’ve never come on to a man in my life. Frustration and embarrassment warm my cheeks and I pull my hand from his.
“Shit. I’m so sorry,” I reach around and grab my purse to slide my book into it, “I can’t do this.”
Feeling like a childish girl, I avoid eye contact and stand up to pull my jacket off the back of my chair. I must look like the biggest cock tease in the world right now which makes my whole face burn.
He pulls his arms from the table and sits back in his chair as he looks up at me.
As I turn, I meet his confused eyes for just a second to say, “I’m sorry, I have to go.”
“Wait.” It’s a plea and he starts to stand, but I ignore it as I walk away, slinging my purse over my shoulder and myjacket over my arm.
The sounds in the room are drowned out by the sound of my heart beating in my ears, I feel so stupid and inexperienced. I can’t get out of here fast enough.
CHAPTER SIX
SLOANE
THE HALLWAYfrom the hotel lounge to the front lobby doors is empty and the only light is through the floor-to-ceiling windows that line the entire length facing the parking lot. The old pickup from the ranch in my line of sight is my salvation.
“Now just hold on one minute.” A warm hand softly grasps my wrist and I turn as I come to a stop. His eyebrows are pulled together in confusion and his gaze moves over my face.
His voice is soft and low and my body practically purrs, “What just happened? I thought we were going to talk.” There is no anger in the question, instead there is concern which makes my heart hurt because of the situation even more.
Helplessness weighs down my shoulders, I can’t do something as simple as talking about myself. As I’m looking into his eyes to try and find an answer that makes sense toboth of us and doesn’t make me feel smaller than I already do, he takes both of my hands in his and steps closer to me, making my head tip back.
Spicy cologne mixed with the smell of man floats past my nose and the warmth from his body caresses my front making my nipples pucker. His hands holding mine calms the fluttering in my belly and makes everything heat up.
I clear my throat and my face turns beet red, “Uhm, I thought I could be the sexy, flirty type but it’s just not me.” His hands on mine are so warm and his thumb is stroking my skin sending zaps up my arm, and I start to babble nervously, “I’m the boring, quiet type that doesn’t initiate. And, to be honest, I saw that finger stroke on the back of the hand move on TV and I thought it was sexy, but that was all I have in my arsenal.”
The smile that spreads across his face could light up the whole room and his eyes dance with laughter, “Darlin’, there was no way that I could confuse you with the flirty type, however you are sexy as hell, especially since you ignored every man in the bar and read a book for an hour.” He squeezes my fingers and says, “Your secret is safe with me, we can just talk and get to know each other.”
Maybe in another life, we could go back to our table and talk until the bar closes and then I give him my number. I wait for days for him to call me and when he finally does my heart soars when he asks me to dinner, and who knows, maybe we date for a year or so before he asks me to spend my life with him.
But that’s not going to happen in this life. I look over his features, the full lips edged by the sexy scruffy beard, and all I want right now is to feel his lips on mine. I take a baby step closer to him.
“What if I don’t want to talk?” I whisper, my eyes locked on his.
His blue eyes move over my face and pause at my lips, he releases one of my hands and cups my cheek, his palm curling under my jaw. He softly slides his thumb across my cheekbone, “What do you want to do?”
Hunger is pooling in my core and all of my nervousness has been replaced with a need that sends a shiver up my spine. “I’ve heard this is a nice hotel.”
Sliding his hand along my jaw, he pushes my hair over my shoulder. My panties are soaked and he hasn’t even touched me yet. He’s looking at me like he wants to eat me up and all my thoughts are jumbling up.
Lifting his eyes to meet mine, his voice is thick and hungry, “I have a room, I’d be happy to let you form your own opinion.” He’s dipped his head lower and his lips are close to mine.
“I think I’d like that.” The whisper is so soft that I don’t recognize it as my own and before I can talk myself out of it, I roll up onto my toes and press my lips to his. One of his arms snakes around my waist, pulling me into a wall of muscle. His tongue slides across my lip and I open to let him in.
Oh God, he feels so good.
Slipping my hands around his back, I can feel the other side of that wall. The muscles of his back are just as impressive as the ones that his shirt is hugging across his chest and I slide my palms along his spine to loop my fingers over the solid ridges of his shoulders.
The short walk to the elevator and then to his room is a blur of kissing, groping, and me practically attaching myself to his front. When the door to his room closes, our hands move quickly over each other removing clothes while kissing.
I’ve become so wet that the slick warmth is moving to my thighs, never has a man made my thighs wet before we’ve even done anything.
Spinning me around so I’m facing the door, his handsclasp mine, holding them against the door on each side of my head. I groan at the loss of his kiss, but before I can think about it too much, his front is against my back and his hard length is pressing against me.
Using his chin to move my hair, his beard scratches my jaw and his lips are on my neck under my ear so I tilt my head to give him better access. My entire body has turned needy and I press my ass against the large shaft at my backside.
