Whoa. I’d be lyingif I said I didn’t think about kissing her. If the idea of taking her back tomy hotel room and kissing that little trail of freckles down her neck didn’tcross my mind as we talked over dinner. I just didn’t think it would happen. Ididn’t expect it, and I didn’t want to even ask for it. My mom raised me right,as she would say. I respect women.
But this woman justpulled me into her hotel room. And I will respect the hell out of that.
My hotel roomsmells just like a regular hotel—clean but not quite like home. Alexa’s roomsmells like vanilla, a heavenly scent that transcends my senses. I breathe itall in as she kisses me, her soft pink lips pressing against mine in a somewhatfrenzied make out session. I don’t push her to do anything more than what she’soffering me. She kicks the hotel room door closed behind us, and then walksbackward, her arms still around my neck, our lips still pressed together, untilher legs hit the bed. I pull back a bit and look her in the eyes. We’re both alittle drunk, but I’m still in possession of my mind. Is she?
Her eyes are darkchocolate brown, a perfect match to her silky hair as it runs through myfingers. “Is this okay?” I ask, my voice soft in the darkened room.
She nods eagerly.“It’s way more than okay.”
She leans in tokiss me, and I run my hands down her back, over her perfect round ass. It feelsexactly as good as I had imagined it would, but I keep moving, sliding my handsdown to her thighs. Then I pick her up, pulling her legs around my waist as Ilower her back onto the bed.
She giggles betweenkisses, her hands tightly wrapped around my neck. With my body on top of her, Ifulfill my fantasy of kissing that little freckle on her neck. There’s anotherone above her collar bone and I trail kisses down to it, reveling in the wayshe squirms underneath me. I run my hand up her side, cupping her breast as Inuzzle against her neck. I kiss her earlobe and she sighs, her breath ragged.
“You areridiculously beautiful,” I whisper as our bodies press against each other.
She opens her eyesand gives me the hottest look ever as her lips twist into a smile. “You’re notso bad yourself,” she says.
I can taste thealcohol on her lips, and as we make out, it starts to bother me. She might betoo drunk for this. The last thing I want to do is get her caught up insomething she’ll regret. This is a one night stand after all. It’s not likewe’ll see each other again.
I pull back alittle and lean on my elbow, letting my eyes drift over the beautiful curves ofher body. My hand slides down her thigh and back up, and her eyes close. Asmuch as I’m turned on right now, it occurs to me that this would be a one nightstand for me, too. I’ve never done anything like this. I’m more of a committedrelationship kind of guy. And honestly, I feel like this isn’t me. I shouldn’t bedoing this, letting myself get caught up in moment with a gorgeous girl I’llnever see again.
But my dick, ofcourse, says differently. It wants me to continue. Despite my better judgement,Iwant to continue.
“Why’d you stop?”Alexa says in a little whimpery voice that turns me on. Her eyes are open nowand she’s giving me a puppy frown. She takes my hand and pulls it back on topof her breast.
“Are you sure youwant to keep going?” I ask. I need her to allow this because I know I don’twant to stop.
Her eyes meet mineand she is so damn sexy it sends a shiver down my whole body. “Yes, I’m sure,”she says.
She reaches up andunbuttons my shirt, pulling quickly but accurately as she undoes each one. Ifigure if she was too drunk to make decisions, she wouldn’t be so precise withmy buttons. I guess if she won’t regret the night, then I won’t, either.
When my shirt isundone, she slides it back and I lift up, pulling it off my arms and tossing itto the floor.
She lays back, eyeswide. “Damn,” she breathes. “You’re like, super hot.”
I resist the urgeto flex and show off, but her candid comment sure gets my blood flowing. I workout every single day after work, and I’m glad my efforts are appreciated. I wasa scrawny loser as a teenager, and I’m glad I’ve made myself into somethingbetter as a man.
We’re lying next toeach other now, and Alexa sits up on her elbow and slides her fingers down mychest. Then, without breaking eye contact, she throws her leg over me andstraddles my stomach. The only way she could be any hotter is if she werenaked.
I slip my handsunder her shirt and slide it up slowly. She takes my lead and pulls off hershirt, tossing it playfully over my face.
“Hmm,” I say. “It’slike a blindfold but it smells good. I’m down.”
She laughs andpulls the shirt off my face. “Oh hush. I’m not good at this.”
“At what?” I sayplayfully. I grab her hips and rock her body against mine. She’s wearing ablack bra and has the softest skin ever. I want the bra gone. I want all of ourclothes gone so that I can feel her skin against mine.
She leans forward,her bra pressing against my chest. “At … this stuff,” she says, kissing me.“I’m not very good at being sexy.”
“Baby you don’teven have to try,” I breathe. I let my hands roam up her back and then Iunlatch her bra. “You are sexy as hell just doing nothing.”
She rolls her eyes,but she lifts up and lets me pull off the bra, then she lays back down on topof me, and I was right. Her boobs feel amazing against my chest. She is softand delicate, and everything I didn’t know I needed. Suddenly this is not justa one night stand. I need it to be more than that.
I take her face inmy hands and pull her lips to mine, taking my time with the kiss. It’s slow andsensual as I slide my tongue across her lips. She parts them, and her tonguefinds mine. A ripple of pleasure rolls through me and I grab her hips, diggingthem against mine.
She rocks againstme, letting out a soft moan as our bodies grind together. But there’s still toomuch clothing between us. I grab her boobs and flick my thumbs over her nippleswhile she kisses me. Her breath hitches. I break away from the kiss and slidemy tongue over her nipple. She freezes.
“Gabe?”
