The lock on the door makes a clicking noise, and my heart starts pounding in my chest as the handle turns. The door inches open slowly, and I swear, my heart is about to explode.
A second later, I find myself staring into the eyes of my handsome, mystery man. He’s even more tall, dark, and tantalizing than he was in the bar.
As soon as the door shuts behind him, my pulse quickens, and I let out a deep breath I’m holding. A flurry of flutters builds in my stomach, knowing what’s about to happen.
“Hi,” I say with breathiness in my voice. Really? Hi? That’s the best you can come up with?
“Were you leaving?” He takes me in curiously.
Yes. “No…no…I was just…” My fingers fidget with the items in my hand.
“It’s okay if you changed your mind.” He takes a few steps toward me, and I shift from one foot to the other as he inches closer. “Change your mind, Fireball?”
“I…” I focus on the floral print in the gold carpeting.
He stands in front of me, reaching up to lift my chin with his finger, forcing me to look into his irresistible warm eyes. I flinch from his touch and his eyes turn serious before he quickly drops his hand. “It’s fine. I can leave.”
“Don’t go,” I whisper, clutching his jacket’s arm when he starts to back away. “I mean…I want you…to stay.”
“You sure?”
“I’m just…nervous. I’ve never done this before.” My shoulders sag with my hands at my side. My body is wound so tight from nerves and arousal, I’m afraid one touch will unravel me.
“Sex?” The corner of his mouth lifts up.
“Sex…with a stranger.” I give tiny eye roll.
“You’re so beautiful, sweetheart,” he says in a low, husky voice, stroking my cheek with his fingertips. His touch sets my skin on fire. His deep brown eyes are dark and wanting, revealing so much, making me hungry for more. I want to get lost in him for tonight. Right here, it's only him and me in this world, and I want to feel…need to feel. “If it makes you feel any better, I don’t normally do this either. But I can’t resist you.”
My cheeks flame. “I’m not sure…how to break the ice.” My lower lip trembles as I gaze up at him. I take a deep breath, his intoxicating masculine scent enveloping me, heightening all of my senses.
His full, lush lips, I’m dying to taste, hover inches away from mine. “Maybe like this.” He rakes his hand through my hair, leaning his head down, crushing his mouth over mine.
His lips are soft against mine, and he tastes like warm cinnamon. His smooth tongue glides across my lips, and I groan when it sweeps into my mouth. My clutch and my shoes drop to the floor as he devours me.
A soft whimper escapes my throat as he wraps his hands around my waist and pulls me flush against his hard chest. His tall frame and broad shoulders cage me in, easing my anxiety.
Despite the war going on in my head, I welcome his touch. It’s exhilarating to be in this man’s arms, and I want him to make me forget the outside world tonight.
His kiss ignites my entire body. I wrap my arms around his neck, tugging him closer. He groans into my mouth when I scour my fingers through the back of his hair, scraping my nails on his scalp.
My breasts have never felt this heavy, aching to be touched. Underneath my dress, my already hardened nipples tighten to the point of pain, begging for attention. I’m wet and throbbing between my thighs. I’m a live wire. Jesus, I haven’t felt this alive since, maybe never.
A low moan escapes my throat when he grips my ass, pulling my hips closer, causing his unsubtle hardness to jut into my belly. I shamelessly grind against his thigh to gain more friction.
He loosens his grip, removing his jacket and tossing it to the floor—my hands fist in his shirt—needing him closer. Our mouths are still connected as my hands travel underneath his shirt, caressing the tight, rippled muscles of his abdomen.
“Is it okay to get you out of this?” His fingers find the zipper at the back of my dress. “I need to see you.”
“Yes…please.” I nod. The thin material quickly slips down my body to the floor, and a shiver runs down my spine.
He flashes his dark eyes down my body, over my black floral lace bralette and matching boy shorts, as I step out of the material pooled around my ankles. He looks like he wants to eat me alive.
I turn my head away, a little self-conscious. I’m confident in my body, but I haven’t been naked in front of a man in a long time. I refrain from crossing my arms over my chest, feeling exposed while he’s still dressed.
“God, you’re fucking gorgeous.” The desire in his voice soothes my anxiety. “I never wanted anyone the way I want you. From the moment I saw you in the bar…I knew I had to have you.” I move closer to him, my fingers tugging his dress shirt from his pants, as he smooths his hands up and down my arms. “I’m not a gentle man.”
“I don’t need you to be.” I don’t want to be treated like a piece of fragile glass tonight.
“What do you need?”
My entire body vibrates with desire. “I need you to fuck me.”
We collide, his lips finding mine, kissing me long and deep. His mouth consumes me, kissing me everywhere: my mouth, my neck, my shoulders. His hands travel down, massaging my breasts through the lace bra.
His body is hard, and I’m hungry for his skin on mine. I quickly work the buttons on his shirt with trembling fingers and help him remove it.
He unclasps my bra, sliding the straps down my shoulders, pushing it easily to the floor, exposing my breasts. A shiver runs through my body when he cups them in his warm hands as he traces kisses over my collarbone. I moan when he rolls my peaked nipples between his fingertips, sending a jolt of electricity straight to my clit.
His touch is exhilarating, and I can’t think straight as I mindlessly work to undo his belt and zipper. He’s hard and thick as I caress his erection through the material of his black boxers. Good God, he’s big. I want my hands on him. I hunger to feel him everywhere. I have at least one hundred dirty things running rapidly through my brain that I want to do to him, and him to me.
“Oh.” I draw a breath as a fire crackles through me. Dirty things must be running through his mind as well when he dips his finger beneath the waistband of my panties, parting my slit. “Oh, God.” Okay, maybe it’s two fingers.
“You’re so wet for me.”
“Yes.”
“I can’t wait to taste you.”
“Yes.”
“Were you wet like this in the bar? Wet for me, some stranger you just met, you dirty girl,” he growls, walking us back until the back of my legs hit the bed.
“Yes.” I’m already so on edge at this point, I’m saying yes to everything. I don’t care what he says or does. I groan in frustration when his fingers slip out of me.
“On the bed,” he demands, quickly stripping off his jeans and boxer.
I fall back on the bed and wiggle my body up to the center. Propping up on my elbows, I give him a smirk of appreciation as my fingers itch to touch him. His body is the perfect embodiment of masculinity.
His skin is perfectly bronzed, his shoulders broad, his chest solid. His chiseled abs are godlike perfection, leading down to a captivating V. He’s not lacking in the area below it either because his cock is long and thick, making my mouth water. I never wanted to suck a man so badly.