Brakkor’s reflection grinned, a quick flash of teeth. “All the time.”
“Oh.”
I told myself I wasn’t disappointed. It wasn’t like I was expecting our night together tomeansomething. This was about mutual satisfaction, that was all. I’d signed up for MonsterSmash for this exact reason, and he’d been the one, down in that bar, to tell me I was doing the right thing.
This was about embracing pleasure. Embracingme, and dammit, Icoulddo it for me.
I deserved it.
It wasn’t like I was looking for aforever. No, Chad had cured me of those sorts of longings for a good long while. This kind of arrangement was exactly what I needed: no strings, no expectations, no confusion. I was going into this with both eyes open, and I was going to enjoy the hell out of tonight.
“You ready, Kitten?” Brakkor asked as he pulled out his key card.
I took a deep breath, and admitted in a shaky voice, “No, but I want to be.”
He chuckled and turned the door handle. “Don’t worry. It’s my job tomakeyou ready.”
When I stepped into the room, I sucked in a breath. I’d known this chain was one of the nicer hotels in the area, but I hadn’t expected the chilled champagne or the chocolate-covered strawberries or all the decorative pillows or the soft lighting.
It looked like…like a love nest.
Maybe I was standing there in the middle of the room like an idiot, because I felt Brakkor step up behind me and slip the handles of my bag from my shoulder. Swallowing, I turned around…only to realize how close I was to him.
Close enough to kiss.
I didn’t back up but tipped my chin so I could peer up into his dark gaze, and the rest of the room—champagne, strawberries—narrowed to just him.
And the way his tongue brushed against one of his tusks, like he was tasting something particularly delicious, as hereached up to brush a strand of hair away from my cheek.
“You look beautiful, Jocelyn. I should have told you that earlier.”
I felt the blush starting somewhere around my boobs and working northward. “Oh.” My gaze dropped to his mouth. “Thank you. You look…”
Perfect.
Wicked.
Like all of my naughtiest fantasies come to life.
When he huffed out a little bit of air in what might’ve been a laugh, I wondered if he could read my thoughts. His fingers lingered on my cheek. “Doesn’t matter how I look, just how I can make you feel. You, though? Damn, Jocelyn, you’re sexy tonight. I thought those pictures you sent me were hot, but…”
His hand left my cheek to land on my bare upper arm, then slid down to my waist, then lower to my hip. His fingers brushed the hem of that too-short red dress, and I shuddered, every inch of my body seemingly hyper-focused on that touch.
Brakkor leaned forward, his lips near my temple when he whispered, “I touched myself, looking at those photos, Kitten. I fucked my own hand, thinking of what it would feel like to sink intoyou.”
With a whimper, I felt my knees go out.
I would have fallen had I not reached for his chest at the same time his free arm caught me, pulling me against his hard chest. I could feel somethingelsehard and thick,straining against his jeans, and unconsciously I gyrated against him.
His fingers inched beneath the hem of my skirt, pulling it upward with excruciating slowness.
“I’ve never done that before,” he murmured harshly against my temple, his breath stirring the little hairs that were used to being pulled into a messy bun. “I’ve been looking forward to this—toyoufor a while.”
God, I was so horny, when I pressed my thighs together I couldfeelthe way my undies were soaked through. He might be bullshitting me, but it was so unbelievably sexy.
“You…” I swallowed, trying to play it cool. “You probably say that to all the girls.”
He huffed a bit of air—another laugh?—as his fingers curled, exposing more of my hip to the air. “I don’t have to lie, Kitten. I like the app for that reason—we can be totally honest with each other, what we want.” Now he flattened his palm against the skin of my hip, branding me. Claiming me. “We have an agreement, and you were clear:I want you to fuck me.You still want that, Joss?”
