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If I had realized that making a job offer and getting turned down would have ended up with a sexy omega practically jumping my bones, then I would have...well, probably done exactly nothing different because I couldn’t think of a single other person I wanted both working for me and working on me other than the man beside me right now.
My car was safe at Nick’s. Or as safe as it could be in this town. And since the motel was only a few hundred yards away, I couldn’t see the point in chancing the drive when every cop in town was either at Nick’s or on their way there to finish paying their respects to Ms. Betsy. I felt a twinge of conscience, leaving Ms. Betsy’s memorial to get it on with a man I’d just met, but Ms. Betsy would have forgiven me. In fact, she may have walloped me over the head for being a blockhead if I hadn’t pursued the opportunity.
I slid my hand under Michael’s shirt, resting my hand on the small of his back, enjoying the heat of his smooth skin. He shivered underneath me. I could tell this was out of character for him. Was he regretting the impulsive kiss?
I stole a glance at him, the moon just barely illuminating his face. No, that was definitely anticipation. A frisson of thrill ran through my body from tip to toe. I wanted to run to the motel, dragging him with me, but I forced myself to keep to a steady pace.
I held the door open for him—no automatic doors here—and approached the counter. “Can I get a room, please?”
“Credit card and driver’s license,” the bored receptionist intoned, not even looking at me.
I slid both across the counter, and he entered the information, printed a receipt, and slid it over for me to sign.
We had to go outside to access the room, and when the door closed behind us, Michael giggled. “I don’t think he took his eyes off his phone at all. What do you think he was watching?”
“Porn,” I said, not even half joking.
Michael looked at me in shock then laughed. “Is that what you do at work?”
It was my turn to look shocked then laugh. “No, but I enjoy my work.”
I used the key to unlock the door. An actual key, not even a cheap magnetic card. I flipped on the light and my enthusiasm for the night dimmed slightly. Even the hazy yellow light couldn’t hide the age of the room. Michael ducked under my arm and set his warm hands on either side of my face, pulling my attention to him. “No take-backs,” he teased. “We’re in one of your fancy hotels now. We had to put in a special request for a full-size bed. I just can’t handle getting lost in those giant king-size beds they prefer.”
I laughed, thinking of the king-size bed I had all to myself at home. He took a step backward and tugged me with him.
“Come on, now. Play along.”
“Ah...” It had been forever since I’d played pretend. It had been a survival mechanism when I was a kid, but now, if I wanted or needed something, I bought it. “And we sent away the champagne so it wouldn’t ruin our beer buzz?” That was lame, but it made Michael laugh.
“The lighting was a nice touch on their part,” he countered. “Setting a romantic scene.”
He used one hand to find the bed and sat down, his fingers trailing from my cheek as he did. He pulled me to sit next to him on the bed, and I leaned in for a kiss. I had meant to keep it soft, almost an apology that we were in this kind of room, but Michael had no patience for that. He pressed into me, the touch of his skin burning my body everywhere they met. I buried my fingers in his hair and kissed him equally as strong my tongue asking for entrance, which he willingly gave. As I explored his mouth, he melted in my arms. This man was driving me to distraction, soft but fiery, determined but dreamy. I’d known him but a couple hours, and already I was entranced by all the contradictions he teased me with.
“You’re thinking too much,” he whispered against my lips. “If you don’t stop thinking and start just feeling, you’re going to get me started thinking, and then this night will be over before it’s even begun.”
“What if I keep thinking, but I change the topic?” I asked, letting my hand run down the front of his shirt, lingering over his taut nipples.
“Oh?” he gasped. “If that’s the kind of thinking you’re going to be doing, then please, carry on.”
He was right. I was thinking too much, and we were talking too much. I picked him up and placed him in the middle of the bed, rolling him to his back so that I had more access. His hair was wild from my fingers, his eyes bright with desire. “You’re sexy,” I murmured, reverently.
He blushed and looked away.
“Oh no you don’t,” I said. “I’m going to show you just how fucking sexy you are.”
Chapter Seven
Michael
I was really doing this. We were really doing this. I grabbed onto my own advice not to think so much as he slowly removed my T-shirt. I waited for the panic moment, the one that was bound to come being in a crappy motel with a complete stranger, showing him my scrawny body for the first time.
But that was just it. He didn’t feel like a stranger. He felt safe. If that didn’t send me running out the door, Porter kissing my abs, undefined as they might be, as he pulled up my shirt and then, using his teeth, lowered the zipper of my rattiest jeans should have.
Except it didn’t send me running. It had me clawing at the buttons of his shirt, needing him to be as naked as I was quickly becoming. Removing his teeth from my pants, he stretched up enough to allow me to push his shirt over his shoulders before he returned to work, pushing my jeans down, kissing the path along the way.
I put get a better look at those abs on my to-do list for the evening. Sue me. I was a mapper in all things. I planned not only to get a better look at his abs, but to taste him, and let him taste me in turn, and beg him to fuck me until morning, filling me with his knot. I wasn’t about to fool myself into believing this was anything more than that, even if the reverence in his voice was compelling evidence to the contrary.
As he made his way up my thighs, his fingers hooking onto the sides of my extremely tented boxers, I wanted to hide. He was having none of that.
