The name fits too comfortably not to be real. Initials or could be a nickname? “DK,” I repeat, letting it roll over my tongue. “Nice.”
He looks into my eyes and takes my hands in his—nothing like the earlier handshake. This is intimate. Sensual. “How would you feel about me booking a room here for us? No pressure. I’d be disappointed if you say no, but I’ll respect your decision and take it like an adult.”
I fight the urge to kiss the hell out of him. “I have a room for the weekend, and my bag’s already there, if you’d like to join me.”
“Full disclosure…” He grins. “I lied about taking it like a grown-up. I woohd’ve wept in a glass of whiskey.”
God, he’s adorable.
“Do you want to stay here a little longer?” he asks. “Order another drink?”
“No thanks. I’m ready to go now, if you are.”
“More than ready.” He kisses my cheek, giving me a nose-full of his delicious scent.
Measured and subtle. Like cedar layered over clean skin with something warm and spicy beneath it. The kind of scent that lingers on a pillow and ruins your self-control.
While he settles the bill, I grab the back of my chair—because the way my body’s swooning, my legs cannot be trusted.
Chapter Four
DK
Idon’t usually let down my guard this fast or jump into bed with a stranger. Though Luna doesn’t feel like one. That explains why I gave her the nickname only used by those closest to me.
It takes two elevators to get from the bar to the lobby, then up to the seventh floor. Aware that her need for discretion is important, I resist making any advances while we’re in a public space. Not that anyone is in the hall, but I still want to wait until we’re alone.
“Room 702,” she says, taking the key fob out of her purse.
We check the wall plaque and follow the arrows to the very end of the hall. A corner suite. Luna gets the green light, and I push the door open. There’s a small living area—couch, armchair, desk, and TV. The bed must be in another room, but I’m not in a rush.
Her heels click across the floor, matching the tempo of my pulse.
“Make yourself comfortable while I freshen up,” she says. “I won’t be long.”
“Take your time.”
She smiles, then disappears into what must be the bedroom. I shrug out of my blazer and lay it across the arm of the sofa.
The last time I had a one-night stand was a year ago while I was working in Maryland on a zoning project. It was impersonal and devoid of any real connection. Sex doesn’t have to be deep, but it has to be something. I know it’s going to be different this time—better—with Luna. It already is.
I grab a mini water bottle off the desk and guzzle it down. That’s when the bedroom door opens, and Luna appears, lighting up the threshold… and everything in me.
She’s changed into a dark-cherry robe. Satin, floor-length, cinched at the waist. It parts, flashing a soft, plump leg.
I set down the bottle. “You look exceptional.”
“I was hoping to wow you.”
“You exceeded wow long ago.”
Luna steps to me, satin whispering against her skin, and laces our fingers. I give her a little spin that lands her back against the wall.
“Ooh.” She startles, but the glint in her eyes tells me she doesn’t mind.
I angle my body in front of hers. Not touching. Just close enough to feel the hum between us.
Luna slips my glasses off and puts them on the desk. Happy to let her take the lead—for now—I remain still, except for the quick rise and fall of my chest. She lifts into me, one hand cupping the back of my neck, her warm breath brushing my lips. “I’ve wanted to do this all night.”
