CHAPTER 15
Hot wet kisses.
Kisses on my mouth.
On my neck.
Snaking up to my ear.
We barreled into my room, wrapped up in a flurry of fast, hungry kisses.
Yeah, yeah!I know! This was practically anonymous sex. Don’t judge me, okay? I’m a grown-ass woman and,yes, I have had a few one-night hook-ups. Nothing wrong with that!
Kisses. More. Harder. Faster. Crazier and more frantic as the energy between us became explosive. Like petrol to a fire, a match to a stick of TNT, two live wires . . . You get the picture. This was like nothing I’d ever experienced with anyone before. Never had I felt this level of hunger and desire, and never, as he ran his hands over my body for the first time, had anything felt so, so—
But suddenly he stopped kissing me.
“Wh . . . wha . . . what?” I asked, quite breathless.
“Oh. My. God! So this is what one of these rooms looks like,” he said, looking around. “Wow.”
“I know,” I replied.
He looked back down at me and our eyes met. “Well, this is a first for me,” he said, bringing his lips to mine. He kissed me again, and then pulled away quickly. “Just to clarify: it’s a first for me in terms of being in this room, not . . .you know?”
I chuckled and pulled him towards me. I couldn’t get enough.
I started peeling his T-shirt off.
Rock-hard abs. Steel-like, yet warm to the touch.
T-shirt slipping higher and higher.
Oh God—his chest! Hard and smooth, like polished marble.
T-shirt coming off.
Strapping shoulders that bulged and demanded that I dig my nails into them!
He moaned as I did, and I held on tighter as he lifted me off the ground.
I wrapped my legs around him as he pulled at my shirt, pulling it over my head in one move and cupping my ass in his big hand.
He tossed my shirt on the floor and then dropped me on to the bed and climbed on top of me.
Bra off.
His hands on my breasts, his lips, tongue, teeth pulling at them.
I arched my body towards him . . .I needed him.
He raised himself up on his knees, sitting over me, and started undoing his belt. I helped him out and unzipped him.
A moment.
A pause, as if we were catching our breath, and then . . .
Hands everywhere again.
