I initiate a kiss.
Without reservations, my lips press against his, committing the feel of them to memory.
Chapter Two
Trevin
Her lips are fire. Soft and sweet like candy as they press against mine. I need her closer. Sliding my hand behind her neck, I deepen the kiss. She opens, willingly allowing me to explore her mouth with my tongue. Gripping her hip, I hold her body close to mine. I don’t give a fuck that we’re in the middle of a club, damn near in the center of the dance floor. All I care about is this pleasant surprise of a woman in my arms and having every inch of her body pressed against mine.
When I came here tonight, I was just trying to get out of the house. I’m in town visiting my sister, who is recently married. The newlyweds kept making eyes at one another, and nobody wants to see all that. So I left. I told them I was meeting a friend and ran from their apartment like my ass was on fire. The reality of my situation is that I wasn’t meeting anyone. I’ve been working my ass off for the last year, and I’ve lost touch with most of my friends, well, except for my best friend, who married my sister—the same one who was making eyes at her, and the reason I had to flee. I walked around town and ended up here. I told myself I was coming in for a quick drink, and then I’d head back. However, the minute I saw her sitting at the bar, I knew I had to say hello. I couldn’t explain it if I tried.
Something pulled me toward her.
Now, here we are, her in my arms, our mouths devouring each other, and I want more. I can’t seem to get her close enough. I can’t seem to kiss her deep enough. My heart is beating in my chest, and my palms, I’m sure, are sweaty, but I refuse to let go of her to find out.
She’s intoxicating.
When the song changes to Keith Sweat’s “Nobody,” I grind my hips into hers as we move like a well-oiled machine to the beat. I can’t stop my hands from roaming over her body. My pulse pounds in my ears when she turns and places her back to my front, rubbing her ass over my hard cock. Bending over, she sways, her hips causing me to bite down on my bottom lip. It’s been a long damn time since I’ve been this turned on. In fact, I don’t know that I’ve ever been this worked up.
We find our rhythm with the slow, sexy grind of the song. We might as well be in this crowded club all alone because there is no one I see but her—just this gorgeous, enchanting stranger who’s making me feel reckless and out of control.
And horny as fuck.
As the beat of the song transitions to another, my lips find her ear. “Come home with me.” It’s not so much as a question as a demand. I’d never force her, but I don’t really want her to take the chance to refuse either. I have to have her. I need to be inside her. It’s a need deep in my gut that I can’t explain, but it’s there, nagging at me, telling me that no amount of time spent with her would ever be a regret.
“Spontaneity,” she mumbles, pressing her lips to mine.
“Spontaneity, need, desire, want, I don’t care what you label it. I just know that being inside you is as much a necessity as breathing.” Trailing my lips down her neck, I’m hit with the reminder that I’m staying with my sister. We’ll have to get a room, which honestly, is better. I can take my time with her.
“I don’t do this kind of thing,” she tells me, chewing on her lip. I start to speak, to say anything that will make her change her mind, but she beats me to it. “But I want to with you. I don’t know—” She shakes her head as if clearing the fog. “I don’t have an explanation other than I don’t want this night to end.”
“Music to my ears, dream girl.” With my arm around her waist, holding her as close as I can get her without carrying her out of here, I lead us out of the club.
“Dream girl?” she asks once we’re outside on the sidewalk.
Turning, so her back hits the side of the building, I cage her in with my hands braced over her head against the wall. “You’re my every fantasy come true.” I give her no other explanation as I fuse my lips with hers. I let my body do the talking as I move in close, pressing my hard cock against her belly. Showing her precisely what she does to me.
Her nails dig into my biceps as I slow the kiss, resting my forehead against hers. “I want you.”
Her chest heaves for breath. “I want you too.”
“I’m in town visiting family. Hotel room?” I pull my forehead from hers so that I can gauge her reaction.
“I— Yes.”
Sweeping her hair from her eyes, I make sure I have her attention before saying, “We don’t have to. There’s no pressure. I can see you home if that’s what you want.” While I say the words, my cock throbs at the idea of never being inside her.
“No. I-I want to. This is just a first for me,” she replies, looking down at the ground.
“Hey.” With my index finger under her chin, I move her eyes to mine. “It’s been over a year for me, and I promise you that you’re safe with me.”
“I believe you.” She gives me a shy smile. “I don’t know why. You’re a complete stranger, but I believe you.”
I feel ten feet tall and bulletproof from her admission. I don’t deserve her trust as a complete stranger, but the fact that I have it has me wanting to show her she made the right choice. “We’ll get a room, and we can just talk or kiss.” I run the pad of my thumb across her bottom lip. “More kissing isn’t a bad thing,” I say, wanting to feel her lips against mine more than anything else in the world.
I watch as her fingers fly across the screen of her cell phone. I assume texting her friend, letting her know where she is. That’s smart, and I’m glad. No matter how much she trusts me, she needs to be safe. Sliding her phone into her purse, she laces her fingers with mine and nods. I don’t say anything. I’m afraid my words could make her change her mind, and that would be a tragedy. My heart thunders in my chest as we walk two blocks to the closest hotel. Silence lingers between us, but the electricity sparks as if we both could ignite in flames at any second.
It doesn’t take long before we’re checked in and I’m sliding the card into our newly rented room. I push open the door and motion for her to walk in ahead of me, with me following her, making sure to push the door closed and twist the lock, tossing the keycard on the dresser.
My eyes follow her as she walks toward the window, pulling back the curtains to peer outside. “Nice view,” she says, her voice shaking.
“The best,” I agree.
She turns to look at me over her shoulder. “You can’t even see it.” Her lips tilt in a shy smile. She knows exactly what I’m referring to.
Her.
“I can see everything I need to.” I stand still, hands shoved in my pockets when all I want to do is rush to her, rip her clothes off, and devour every sexy fucking inch of her. But something holds me back. It’s more than the fact that I told her she set the pace. It’s— I’m not ready for my time with her to end, and I’m afraid that once I’m inside her, once our bodies have come together, she’s going to leave, and yeah, I’m not ready for that to happen.