I snatched the bottle from her hand, gulping several swigs. “No matter what you’ve heard, I’m not that kind of man. However, isn’t that why we’re here? To get to know each other?” Using caution, I placed the bottle next to where she’d dropped her purse, twirling the glass on the dresser’s surface to draw her attention. While I accomplished my task, she wasn’t ready to give in to her carnal needs just yet.
A series of firsts with her, including enjoying the pregame before the main event. She was certainly worth waiting for.
“Perhaps. But sex is only learning about someone’s desires and their imperfections.” She resumed dancing, tossing her long hair in front of her.
“Then I must know everything there is to learn about you since you have no imperfections.”
She seemed pleasantly surprised, stopping long enough that when I yanked my shirt off from the neck, she took several deep breaths. She’d seen me before as well, but perhaps the heat of the moment had masked the slow dance of foreplay.
Watching her chest rising and falling, I pitched the unwanted material aside, taking a single long stride in her direction. “Your turn.”
“My turn? What if I don’t?”
Her gall in teasing me added to the excitement. There was nothing quite like when women refused to follow clearly laid out rules. A dare issued. Soon, I’d collect on my winnings.
“Then I’ll have no recourse but to provide you with that punishment I mentioned.” Her eyes never left me as I unfastened my belt buckle, taking the time to do so.
As soon as I started to slide the thick strap through the belt loops, her breath hitched just before she skimmed her bottom lip with her teeth. A sexy little move. Did she not understand she was tempting a beast?
Once the belt was free, I dangled it in front of me for several seconds, enjoying the combination of amusement and desire in her eyes. Yet she wasn’t obeying me. With another smile crossing my face, I cracked the strap onto the floor.
Her laugh brought sunshine directly into the room, so full of life that I stopped moving altogether. Seeing her long curls swishing back and forth, I did nothing more than enjoy watching her for a few minutes.
“Kenzie.” The single word was low and throaty, finally capturing her attention. She finally offered me an olive branch, tugging her shirt from her jeans. After pulling it over her head and shoulders, she tossed it in my direction, which I caught.
The teasing continued, which did allow me to enjoy the striptease act.
“Continue,” I commanded, not bothering to look where I placed her blouse.
She turned to face the other direction, exaggerating the sway of her hips. Every move she made was hot, so much so beads of sweat had already formed along my hairline.
She tossed her head over her shoulder, and I thought for certain she was preparing to unclasp her bra. No such thing. When she turned around, she blew me a kiss and made her way toward the liquor bottle.
I allowed her the time to take a swallow while closing the distance between us. The air in the room was already insufferable, the back of my neck clammy while my dick was still pressing hard against my jeans.
This time, I was barely able to wait until she’d removed the bottle from her lips, yanking it away. I struggled to find a spot to place it, both our hands needed to keep the liquor from spilling onto the cheap-ass thin carpet. This is where I showed my lack of interest in romance, wrapping both arms around her waist and dragging her against me.
“What do you want, big boy?” she dared ask while tossing her arms over my shoulders.
“Easy answer, Palomino Girl. Everything.”
What little gentleness I’d had was gone, tossed aside as I dropped my head and captured her mouth. I threaded my fingers through her long strands of hair, winding several around them before fisting a handful.
I held her head in place while feasting on her mouth, savoring the way she felt in my arms. When she pushed me away gently, I heard her breath catch just before she dived in, thrusting her tongue inside my mouth.
The kiss was brutal, hard enough our teeth gnashed together as the desire continued to swell. But I was at the point of no return, incapable of thinking clearly or stopping what we were doing. I continued holding her still as I swept my tongue back and forth, finally using her curls as a leash. With her head jerked back, I dragged my tongue from one side of her jaw to the other, taking my time to do so.
The urge to fuck her was strong, enough so I could easily take her on the floor or against the wall. Ignoring rules of decency. Shoving aside any concept of comfort. But she deserved more. Shitty motel room or not, we were making love on the goddamn bed tonight.
I nibbled on her chin while she kneaded my shoulders, her eyelids half closed. With her breathing rapid, I sensed she was already in rapture. Little did she know what was coming.
As soon as I disengaged my fingers from her hair, she lifted her head, darting her luminous eyes back and forth across mine. I had no intention of allowing her any sense of continued control.
I slid both hands down her back, finding the soft curve of her hips. When I squeezed, she uttered a single moan. My fingers crawled to her bottom, lifting her off the floor. She wrapped her long legs around me, entwining her feet together.
I’d forgotten how she adored boots, even wearing them with dresses long before the trend was fashionable. My little cowgirl who’d turned into a big city girl.
Only she wasn’t mine. I was only borrowing her.
