by Peggy Jaeger
“It’s gotten great reviews.” I omitted telling him I knew the owner and, because of it, was able to book the event prior to the doors opening.
He nodded and took another sip of his coffee.
“Won’t your friend be upset you blew him off?”
Those lips curved into the most heart-stopping smile I’d ever seen, and it took everything in me not to reach across the table, grab his face, and lock his mouth to mine.
“Right now, I couldn’t care less,” he said. “I’d rather be sitting here with you instead of in a loud club.” He intensified the pressure on my hand with his words. “There’s no place else on earth I want to be right now except here. With you. Well,” he added, dropping his gaze to our joined hands and then coming back to mine, “maybe one other place.”
In a nanosecond, I made up my mind. Good sense be damned. I answered every one of those questions galloping through my brain, and every one of them gave me the same answer.
“Oh? Where?”
He leaned in, and I could feel his warm breath graze my face as he stared at my mouth and looked deep into my eyes. With a gentle tug on my hand, he brought me in closer. His lips dangerously close to my ear, he whispered, “In the biggest bed I could find. With you. Under me. And with me inside you.” He took my ear lobe in his mouth and gently bit down on it.
A bullet of profound want almost shot me out of the chair.
When he pulled a fraction away and asked, “Do you want that too?” I nodded.
Never letting go of my hand, he took a few bills from his suit jacket pocket and threw them on the table.
When he rose, he pulled me up with him. “You’re sure?” he asked, watching my face as I answered.
“Yes.”
We walked out of the bar, my hand in his. A few of the women seated around the room checked him out as we went by.
Sorry, girls. This one’s taken.
Chapter Four
Out in the lobby, we walked toward the elevator bank.
I stopped short as reality washed through me. Buddy turned, smiled, and said, “Please tell me you’re not having second thoughts.”
I shook my head. “But we can’t use my room. I’m doubling with my girlfriend, the one you saw me with.”
He moved in close and dropped a kiss on my nose. “I’ll meet you at the elevators.”
I nodded and pulled away. He wouldn’t let my hand go, though. “Promise?”
My heart turned over a smidge at how adorable he looked. With my gaze never leaving his, I moved in and lightly kissed his lips. “Promise.”
With a quick squeeze of my hand, he let me go.
While I waited, I jotted off a quick text to Nell.
Me: I’m in the hotel and not leaving, so don’t worry. Go to sleep. I’ll see you in the morning.
I hit SEND then turned my phone to silent mode as Buddy joined me, a key card in his hand.
He laid a hand across the small of my back, and through the material of my thin cocktail dress, I swore, I could feel my skin singe from his touch. When I leaned back and our bodies came into full contact, I heard him hiss in a breath, and his hand went from the small of my back to encircle my waist, keeping me in place. There were three people at the elevator with us, and I was thankful we weren’t alone, because all I wanted to do was vault up on his body and wrap my legs around him. Their presence kept me publicly restrained.
The elevator arrived, and he pressed the button for the seventh floor.
Our floor was first to arrive.
Buddy took my hand in his as we walked down the hallway to room number 777.
Talk about signs from above.
Karma? Who knew? Who even cared at this point? All I could think was what I was about to do.
At thirty years old, I was a one-night stand virgin. I’d never met a man one minute and had sex with him the next. In all my years of dating, no man had ever tempted me the way Buddy had.
He glanced down at me as he ran the card through the electronic lock. I didn’t know what he saw on my face, but on his, all I could see was desire and anticipation mixed with such an incredible aura of sex appeal, my knees went watery as he held the door open for me.
A quick flick of the light switch, and I discovered we were actually in a suite. A living room, complete with a separate eating area, and a door off to one side indicating the separate bedroom surrounded the room. The curtains were open, the bright and shimmering city lights shining through them.
“Nice room.” I turned back around to face him.
All he did was smile and open his arms.
The air occupying the space between us buzzed with electricity. I tossed my purse on the nearby couch and walked into his outstretched arms.
I was engulfed by heat and strength when his hands wove around me, pulling me along the length of his massive torso. His hands spanned my back, one above my waist, the other trailing down to cover my ass. He gave the area a quick squeeze then pressed me in closer. The length and hardness of his erection jutted against my stomach, restrained within his trousers.
I’d wondered what else on him besides his hands could be big.
Now I knew.
Staring up into a pair of eyes whose color knew no mate in nature, I could see myself reflected in them. I wound my hands up his jacket lapels and around his neck. With a practiced move, his leg pushed through my thighs to settle between them. A knife of desire slashed through my pelvis when his knee came to rest across my mound. I grew wet in a heartbeat as he subtly molded his body against mine and let me feel all he had to offer.
And it was plenty.
Emboldened, I threaded my fingers through his luscious hair and lifted on my toes. I nuzzled his jaw, my lips working their way back to his ear and the delicious, intoxicating, male scent centered there. When he started to bunch up the hem of my dress, and his bare hands—strong, hot, and probing—started to work their way under my thong, I lost my breath.
“You have the softest skin,” he whispered in my ear. “It’s like silk covering sin.”
“Moisturizer,” I said, sucking his earlobe. “Vats of it.”
The low drub of his chuckle made my stomach flip. The sound was so damn erotic.
His hand did a little dip down, much lower this time.
“Jesus. You’re drenched.” His mouth trailed a slow line of wet, open kisses down my neck while I felt his penis jump against me. Maddeningly, he drew his finger along the inside of my panty, down the cleft, then back again, the tip barely pushing inside me.
I almost came, simply from the pressure of his finger.
Buddy’s hands moved up to the back of my dress, found the zipper, and in one smooth and practiced movement, opened it to my waist. In the next instant, it fell to puddle on the floor at our feet.
His hands encircled my upper arms, and he pushed me a breath’s distance away from him.
A whimper escaped me when our bodies were no longer touching.
Holding me, his gaze trailed down from my neck and across my breasts, which were aching and straining against my strapless black bra, lower, and then back up to my eyes.
“Perfect.” He pulled me back into his embrace. “Absolutely perfect.”
Before his lips could capture mine again, I placed my hand across them. “This isn’t fair,” I said, breathless, when his tongue licked across my palm. “I want to see you too.”
“You didn’t get enough of a view this afternoon?” he asked, that devilish grin coming back quick and powerful.
Nailed.
Heat doused my neck and cheeks. “I thought you’d gone to sleep.”
He wound his hands around me, resting them along the bend in my back. His head dipped down, and he pressed his lips gently, so intoxicatingly gently, against mine. “Almost. But not before I heard that sexy little gasp you let out. I realized you’d caught a glimpse before I got under the sheets.”
“Not enough of one,” I admitted, while his teeth tugged on my bottom lip.
“There.�
� He pulled back and smiled down at me. “That sound. I heard it in my dreams. I’ve gotta tell you, it’s way better in person.”
His tongue slipped into my mouth, claiming it as a prize. With my nearly naked body pressed against his, the whisper-soft material of his jacket as it slid against my skin was tantalizing.
I yanked his tie undone and popped the first button of his shirt while his tongue tugged at mine, sipping, drinking.
With a push, I shoved his jacket off his shoulders and levered it down his arms to join my dress at our feet, while his hands came up to cup my breasts through my bra. The tips of his fingers twirled across my swollen nipples, and I stopped moving and just stood there, delighting in his touch
His mouth never left mine as he bent, placed an arm under my knees, and scooped me up as if I weighed less than a feather.
“Wow,” I said, tingling thrills traipsing down my spine.
“My thoughts exactly.” He kicked open the bedroom door.
His words from earlier came back to me when I caught a glance at the bed.
“Why am I not surprised you got a king?” I asked as he gently helped me to a standing position again, one arm holding me against his body.
“I told you, Cinderella,” he tugged his shirt out of his pants, “I wanted you in the biggest bed I could find. It’s more fun when there’s room to spread out and roll around.”
He pulled his shirt, still buttoned, over his head and tossed it on the floor. Somewhere in the back of my mind, a little voice told me the shirt was going to be ridiculously wrinkled unless it was hung up.
When Buddy reached out and grabbed me back to him, I told the voice to shut up.
He pulled me into a long, slow kiss that made my back arch. There wasn’t an inch of our bodies not in contact. He reached around and undid my bra, freeing my breasts. They bounced a little against his hard, broad, and bare chest right before they were crushed to him. The chest hair peppering his pecs danced over my already swollen and touch-tender nipples. It felt so damn good, I shimmied a little against him and was rewarded by the deep, throaty groan that welled up from within him.
His hands ran down to my ass again, kneaded it, his erection rock hard and pulsing through his pants. I snaked a hand between our bodies and rubbed up and down the length of him, marveling at how big and solid he truly was.
His breath hissed in as he took his lips from mine, bent, then sucked one of my nipples into his mouth. When he started to gently tug on it with his tongue, tiny waves began undulating inside me, crashing and flowing through my system. I pulled at his belt buckle, undid it, then pulled the zipper of his pants down as slowly and as deftly as he’d done to my dress.
His penis jutted out against his boxers, and I smiled when my hands came in contact with pure, raw silk.
“I love a man in boxers,” I said.
He smiled against my lips as I slid my hands underneath the waistband and squeezed his ass, no easy feat since it was as granite hard and rigid as the rest of him.
“Let me guess,” I said, scratching a nail along the space between his cheeks. “You do squats. Lots of them.”
He laughed aloud, and the sound was as rich, vibrant, and thick as the part of his body I’d moved my hands around to. The laugh died, to be reborn as a deep, guttural moan when I fisted him and gently tugged upwards. He sucked his stomach in, making his already divine abs more defined when my hand lowered then snaked back up again along the unreal length of him. My other hand reached down and cupped his scrotum, now almost as rock hard as his penis.
“Stop,” he said, putting both of his hands over mine, holding them prisoner. “I’m gonna come right now if you don’t.”
“And the problem with that would be?” I asked, moving in closer and rubbing my breasts against his chest again and giving myself a mini-orgasm at the feel of my nipples sliding across his pecs.
Before another heartbeat passed, he scooped me up and sat me down on the bed, my legs dangling over the edge.
With the wickedest grin I’d ever seen, Buddy bent over me, took my face in his hands, which I must admit was the biggest turn on for me, then mated with my mouth. He kissed with such devotion, such tenderness, I almost came undone. He pulled back, his gaze zeroed in on mine, and said, “No, problem, Cinderella. Gentleman’s code is all.”
His fingers trailed down my collarbone and across my nipples again, and like he had, I sucked in my stomach at the heat in his touch. With his index fingers and thumbs as guides, he pebbled each swollen tip and rolled them with such immeasurable care, sparks of shooting light were all I could see in front of my eyes.
“G-gentleman’s code?” I was shocked I could even get that much out. A calliope of colors exploded and twinkled in front of my vision with every little move he made against me.
Another smile as he then dropped a soft kiss to each breast before gently shoving me down on the mattress. “Ladies first.” His face disappeared, and I felt the warmth of his tongue as he dragged a wet trail down my ribcage, under my breasts, and across my stomach. It dipped into my navel, laved the skin around it, then moved downward.
He skimmed over my mound and kissed each thigh so tenderly, I sobbed out loud. I not only heard the small chuckle break from him but felt his hot breath along the V at the top of my thighs. With his hands under me, he lifted me up and pulled my thong off with his teeth. Then he draped my legs over his massive shoulders. I all but shot off the bed when his mouth, his wicked, fabulous mouth, found its way to my core, claimed it, and destroyed me in one move.
Lots of things in life made me happy. A baby’s giggle; kittens and puppies playing; my first taste of morning wake-up coffee; how five less pounds looks on my hips.
Yup. All those things were smile-worthy. But nothing, nothing, ever made me as happy or felt as good as when Buddy’s mouth and tongue moved over and into me, licking and nipping every inch of wet skin he touched.
With my eyes closed, I laid there, just…feeling.
When two of his fingers slipped inside me, scratching and swirling against my inner walls, joining the rhythm of his tongue against me, I stopped breathing. Instinctively, I arched against his mouth, making the pressure of it, and his fingers, shoot up to a thousand on my orgasm-scale. I came so hard, so soul-wrenchingly hard, I knew if he hadn’t been holding me in place, I would have slid off the bed into a muddled mass on the floor.
While wave after wave crashed and built again, Buddy kept up his pace within me until I started to lose my grip on consciousness.
When my body calmed and I could breathe, see, and hear again, I lifted up on my elbows. He was on his knees in front of me, a smile on his face chock-full of arrogant pride. With his eyes locked onto mine, he pulled those two talented fingers from within me and slid them into his mouth.
Another mini-orgasm hit from just that little motion.
Buddy reached around for something from his discarded clothes then skimmed his body over mine, tugging me upward on the bed. My head found the pillows, and I stretched out fully, my arms and legs wet noodle-limp, like after I’d done an hour of hot yoga.
Buddy settled next to me. With his head propped in his hand, elbow bent on the bed, he stared down and asked, “You good?”
Words couldn’t describe how good I was, so instead of using them, I answered him another way. Going up on my knees—no easy feat since they were still shaking with post-orgasm shivers—I wrapped my lips around his pulsing penis.
He threw himself back, flat on the bed, spread eagle, as I’d been a moment ago, and groaned when I took him, all the long, thick length of him, into my mouth.
I moved up, then down, in a slow, steady glide. His stomach was doing that fluttering thing guys did when they’re being worked this way. Quick, swift breaths going in and out made his abs contract and flex each time I reached up to his tip then started down again. His fingers wormed their way into my hair, and he pulled it back off my face.
“Fuck.”
Smiling, I knew exactl
y how good this was feeling to him when I heard his little explosion.
“Next on the menu,” I whispered with a smile. I replaced my mouth with my hand and fisted around him. When I looked up, I caught him watching me. The light from the living area spewed straight through the door and onto his face, illuminating those dazzling green eyes. Dragon eyes. Hot, smoldering, soul searching.
“More?” I asked, my hand going at the same tempo my mouth had.
He shook his head and pulled up on his elbows, those beautiful orbs never shifting from mine. Again, hypnotized was the only way I could describe how I felt every time he looked at me.
From his fisted hand, he produced a condom. Now I knew what he’d reached for. He opened it and was about to roll it on when I took it from him.
“I want to.”
His eyes turned to smoke when I tucked it gently between my teeth and then scraped it down and over him with my mouth.
“Sweet Jesus.”
His head flung back to the pillow, and I smiled again. I threw one leg over his abdomen and then lowered myself down, slowly, tormenting the both of us.
The second he was in me—all the way in me—we both stopped moving. I knew I stopped breathing, and I was pretty sure he did too, because the room grew totally silent.
Then his hands went to each of my hips, gripped my skin, his fingers stabbing into my flesh, and in one thrust, he went in even further.
I threw my head back and arched. The moan I heard escape him made every little nerve ending right down to my soul quicken. I shifted and impaled myself on him again, and he cried out.
As God was my witness, I felt reborn at just the sound.
In the next instant, we established a rhythm we both could dance to. There wasn’t a sound in the quiet suite except for the slapping of our skin together as Buddy drove into me again and again and again, until we both pretty much drained our bodies of all energy and life and came at the same time, our mutual cries reverberating around the room.
Heaving heavily, I fell onto his chest. His warm, soothing fingers trailed along my back, skimmed over my jaw, and fisted into my hair, holding me in place against him. The quick thumping of his heart against my ear showed me he was as undone as I was.
