The hitch in her breath and the shiver running through her is enough to make me painfully hard.
She guides some of her dark blonde hair that’s fallen from her messy bun behind her ear and surprises the hell out of me when she says, “I’m sure that can be arranged.”
We stare at one another and I swear an electricity bolt of lust and desire crackles between us, heating up the vibe of what’s to come. And we will come, the both of us multiple times, I’ll make damn sure.
“What’s your room number?” I croak and wrap my fingers around her elbow to guide her to the elevator.
She rattles off her room number and I instantly recognize the number as being the honeymoon suite. My steps falter and my voice comes out a bit harsh as I say, “Mind explaining why you’re inviting a stranger up into the honeymoon suite? Your husband won’t be pleased, and I might as well add the fact that I’m not up for a trio when it comes to adding another dude into the mix.”
Her eyes go wide again but they flash to mischief as she releases a chuckle along with it. “No husband. I just wanted the nicest suite but the presidential suite was taken and this one was the only one left.”
“Well then.” I feel a smirk spreading my face.
I want to give a remark but she tilts her head and says, “But you are a complete stranger. A nameless stranger. Mind giving me your name before we take this any further?”
Shit. When I tell her my name she’ll know I’m the owner. Even if I’m extremely attracted to her, I’m not ready for her to know who I am since she’s booked a suite and even wanted an expensive one. Maybe to up expenses or some other money angle.
Without thinking I give her the first name that comes to mind, which happens to be of a friend and colleague of mine. “Grady. Grady Scott Malone.”
A sensual smile tugs her lips. “A stranger no more, Grady. Or do you prefer Scott?” she questions as the both of us step inside the elevator.
I let the doors slide closed and hit the button to take us to the correct floor. Leaning into her personal space the moment the elevator starts to move, I tell her, “Whichever you decide to scream during the many orgasms I plan to give you.”
All the papers she was holding slide yet again to the floor as our bodies collide in a frenzy of hands on, mouth crashing, tongues fighting, as insane lust takes over. The clearing of a throat makes me rip my lips away from her. I see the manager standing in the opening of the doorway, his hand slightly raised to prevent the doors from closing.
I never really liked the guy and hearing Leontine mention his outburst when she bumped into him only makes me dislike him even more. Not to mention the judgmental look on his face which is directed at the woman I’m still holding in my arms.
Taking a step away, I let my arm slide to her lower back and guide her out of the elevator. Stopping right next to the manager I snap, “Pick up those papers and leave them on my desk so I can find them tomorrow morning.”
“Yes, sir,” he says through gritted teeth.
Dismissing him, I stride to the door of the honeymoon suite and practically drag her along with me.
“Open the door, Lee,” I tell her, while I can easily grab the card from my slacks and open it myself. I can open any room in this hotel for that matter since I own the damn building but fuck if I want her to know.
This night is between us; two people who burn to take advantage of each other. Well, that’s my opinion and the way her hands are all over me once the door slams shut behind us, I’d say she’s on the same page.
The buttons that were stitched to the fabric of her blouse go flying and bounce on the floor when I rip it open to expose the sexy as fuck lace bra keeping her breasts in line—not for long they won’t, I need to set those puppies free.
First, I need to know something seeing as my dick is itching to get inside her, and the way this feels is different than any woman I’ve held, I’d like to experience it all without a damn barrier in between.
With both my hands I cup her face and stare into those liquid silver depths. “I’m clean, you?”
“Clean,” she breathes.
“Are you on the pill? Do we need protection? I’d rather feel all of you but I’ll grab a condom if you want—”
“No, no condom,” she cuts me off a little too eager and it makes me pause but when her tongue slides over my bottom lip, biting down slightly before she devours my mouth while her hands tear at my slacks, all sanity evaporates.
I do know one thing for sure as I sink myself bare and deep into her tight, hot body; I’m going to be spending the rest of the night inside this woman. One night might not be enough to get my fill and I already regret not giving her my own name. Come morning I will set her straight and give her my real name along with an explanation. And I’ll be sure to ask for her number before I have to head back to Sunnyville.
Though, when I open my eyes the next morning, all there’s left are cold sheets beside me and memories of the best night in my life.
CHAPTER ONE
Present day
– LEONTINE –
Tears sting my eyes but I refuse to let them spill. Another flare of stabbing pain shoots through my ankle at the same time a window shatters. I swallow hard as I see thick smoke swirl angrily inside my house while firefighters are shattering the windows to let the smoke out in an effort to save the house. The house Deni, my three-year-old daughter, and I moved into a mere few days ago.
It was more of an escape, an effort to reboot my life. My father died three weeks ago and the walls of my old house started to close in on me. I simply had to do something that would completely rip me out of the state of mind I was dragging myself deeper into. Hence the spur of the moment—pack everything up—and move to Sunnyville action.
Why did I pick Sunnyville? Because of sentimental reasons as this is where my daughter’s biological father lives or lived. Who knows if it’s true because he lied to me. I tried to contact him one single time after our one-night stand. I had to reach out when I knew I was pregnant. That’s when I realized he lied to me. Another harsh reminder hits me since her biological father doesn’t know of Denise’s existence.
It’s not that I didn’t want him to know, I really did. I knew his name and the fact he was a firefighter in Sunnyville. Not as hard to track down, so I called the firefighter’s station and asked for Grady Scott Malone. I was told his wife had an emergency and that he was out for the day.
Great, right? Have a one-night stand with a guy—best night of my life—only to find out he’s a cheating asshole. He must have thought the whole cliché about whatever happens in Vegas was a great excuse to get his rocks off without his wife knowing.
Okay, I might have a few secrets of my own, but come on, he cheated on his wife. A freaking wife. If I knew he was married I never would have ended up in bed with him. Needless to say, I instantly hung up the phone and didn’t bother to try and contact him again. I decided right then and there I would raise Denise on my own.
I’m honest enough to admit it had been my plan all along; to become a single mom. Well, I didn’t exactly plan to land in bed with Grady, it was more like a tiny window of opportunity, a spur of the moment, last minute decision. A fifty-fifty shot of getting pregnant. And I did reach out to him to let him know, but yeah . . . married. Shocking. Even more shocking than the whole pee on a stick and realizing I was in fact knocked-up thing.