Her kiss against his lips was light, but there was a promise of what he hoped like heck she’d offer later.
A later he was hoping would be soon.
She broke the kiss and tugged his hand still linked with hers. She walked double-time to get to his rental car, a Corolla that smelled like the previous occupant had made an unsuccessful attempt to cover the scent of cigarette smoke with floral potpourri.
He unlocked and opened the passenger door for her. She took that opportunity to kiss him again. This time, she used her tongue. The only thing keeping them from being totally indecent in that parking lot was the fact that they were both wearing clothes.
He broke the kiss and ran to the driver’s side door so he could get her someplace they could fall into a bed—or not—and she could release that blockbuster-movie-debate tension in a way that would make them both very happy.
He did the quick math in his head. Her place was fifteen minutes away. That’s where they’d been spending the majority of their time together. But he had a hotel room at the Cherry Creek Holiday Inn that was only five minutes out. No way was he coming home and staying with family. He needed his own space, and often.
He and Sadie hadn’t spent any time at the hotel. No reason to when Sadie’s bed was warm and her fridge was stocked.
Still, he wanted to use his time wisely, so he made the instant decision that it’d be an evening at the Holiday Inn.
Her hand splayed against the denim on his thigh, close to the erection pressing against his pocket but not touching it, as he turned over the ignition.
Those were the longest five minutes of his life. Sadie had the patience of a saint as they hit stoplight after stoplight. She was totally nonplussed by the ridiculously long five-minute drive. Every time they hit a red, she used her fingertip to trace the head of his erection over the fabric of his jeans and drive him utterly bonkers.
For the first five lights, Sadie didn’t say anything. She let her hand talk for her.
When the sixth light turned red as they pulled up to it, her hand continued whisper-tracing his dick while she dove into an oral dissection of Denver traffic signals and her theories as to why they cockblocked him. Her argument was 100 percent worthy of the Supreme Court. Sadie covered her ass and the fine print even with pretend arguments.
By some miracle, and it wasn’t thanks to Denver’s traffic engineers, they made it to the hotel. Up the elevator. Into his room.
Sadie wasted no time, and neither did he. His dick shed a grateful tear when the door to his room shut behind them and Sadie dropped to her knees, unbuckled his belt, undid his fly, and let his erection fly free.
He groaned deep in his throat.
Thank fuck.
She could use that mouth of hers to create an argument where none existed. He thought that was cute. She could also use that mouth of hers to take his already hard dick and make it swear allegiance to whatever argument she wanted to make at that moment. From blockbuster movies to traffic lights, he totally agreed with whatever she had to say about anything right then.
Hand to the base of his shaft, she sucked and licked until he nearly fell to his knees. That wouldn’t do, so he sagged against the heavy metal hotel door behind him. The emergency exit map bit into his shoulder, theDo Not Disturbsign hanging from the doorknob pressed against his hip, but he didn’t give two shits. His entire focus was on the magic Sadie’s mouth could perform without even a word.
He dropped his palm to the crown of her head, lightly tracing down to her cheek. Wanting to give something back, but unable to do anything except revel in what she was doing below his now unzipped fly.
The white phone on the nightstand let out a shrillriiing.
His mind, his body, his dick all begged it to stop ringing. He’d shut off his cell when the movie had started earlier that evening and never turned it back on.
The fucking phone didn’t listen to his mental begging. It kept on ringing, cockblocking him like the traffic lights before.
Sadie lifted her gaze, drifting it up to his in a silent question as to whether he needed to get that. Even as her eyes met his, her mouth didn’t stop working him.
Thank fuck, the phone stopped ringing.
Sadie smiled a cat’s-got-her-cream grin.
Yes, Sadie Howard was the kind of woman he could get used to in his life.
And not just because she gave phenomenal head.
Not just because he could worship her body for hours. No, Sadie had it all. She was smarter than he’d ever hope to be. Filled with spitfire he never knew he was into, she made his blood hum and his nerves fire. The way she picked a fight with herself? That was a turn-on he’d never expected.
The phone rang again.
Damn.
