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“Where to?”
I just give him a look. What does it matter? I don’t believe he’s really interested in seeing me again. Certainly not enough to travel across the country.
“Fair enough,” he says. He thinks I want to remain anonymous. I wait for him to say goodnight and walk off in the opposite direction.
He doesn’t. “So,” he says, “Catie-with-a-C. What do you want to do now? Do you want me to call you an Uber?” He holds my gaze. “Or would you like to come back to my hotel room?”
My face warms. Wow, he’s got balls.
He chuckles at my blush. “You must have expected that.” He tilts his head, his gaze sliding to my mouth. “Or is what I’m feeling all one way?”
I inhale, conscious of the desire radiating from him like aftershave. “No, it’s not one way. It’s just… I’ve not done this before.”
He looks slightly alarmed. “You mean…”
I give him a wry smile. This guy is looking for fun; he doesn’t want an innocent, bashful virgin. “Don’t panic,” I scold. “I mean I’ve never had a one-night stand.”
His eyebrows rise. “Seriously? You don’t use Tinder?”
“No.”
“You’ve never slept with anyone the first time you’ve met them?”
I shake my head.
“Hmm.” He’s still looking at my mouth. Eventually, though, he lifts his gaze back to mine. “There’s a first time for everything,” he says, amused.
My heart is racing, banging on my ribs. This gorgeous guy wants to take me back to his hotel and have sex with me. I almost laugh out loud as I think about Nancy and Petra, and the look that would appear on their spiteful faces if they knew. I think they’d actually pass out from jealousy.
I can’t. I mustn’t. I shouldn’t.
And yet, all week I’ve been telling myself that Saturday will be the first day of the rest of my life. Couldn’t it start on Friday night?
Another group of people walks behind us, and he leans on the wall just above my right shoulder. Our bodies are only an inch apart now, although he’s still not touching me.
“Maybe we should start with a kiss,” he murmurs. “Can I kiss you?”
That makes me melt. I’ve danced with him for, what, over an hour? And we’re talking about me going back to his hotel room. Yet still he asks me, oh so sweetly, if he can kiss me.
I feel like the nerdy, bookish girl at school who’s been asked out by the cool captain of the rugby team.
Holding my breath, I give a little nod.
He looks back at my mouth. Tilting his head to the left, he leans forward until his lips are a fraction of an inch away from mine, and his breath whispers across my lips. Everything clenches inside me in anticipation. To my surprise, he stops and moves back. Lips curving up, he tilts his head to the right, then moves closer again until his mouth hovers above mine once more. The tease. That one gesture tells me what he’s going to be like in bed.
Slowly, he lowers his lips to mine.
I stand there, hardly daring to breathe, my hands still in the pockets of my jacket. He takes his time, giving small butterfly kisses across my lips, from one corner to the other, before touching his tongue to my bottom lip. Willingly, I open my mouth. As he slides his tongue inside, he cups my face with his hands and closes the distance between us so he’s pressing me up against the wall. Taking my hands out of my pockets, I slip them inside his coat to hold the lapels of his suit jacket, and we indulge in a long, luscious smooch that sends my heart hammering and makes every hair on my body stand on end.
All my senses spring to life—in the distance I can hear people talking and laughing, cars driving past, and the beep of a horn by the traffic lights. I can smell warmed bread from the Subway down the road, and the musky, manly scent of his delicious aftershave. I can taste the whisky he’s been drinking. And when I sigh, and he murmurs his approval with a deep, “Mmm” that’s almost a growl, a shiver runs all the way down my spine.
By the time he lifts his head, I’m like warm caramel inside.
His eyes have slid to half-mast, sleepy, sexy. “So?” he murmurs. “Will you come back with me?” I hesitate, and he says, “I’ll keep kissing you until you say yes.” He touches his lips to mine as proof. “It’s a nice hotel room. Warm. Quiet. I’ll even put on some Barry White.” That makes me laugh, and his lips curve up against mine. “How about if I promise you at least…” he pretends to think about it, “…three orgasms?”
My eyes widen. “You’re damn sure of yourself.”
“It’s not rocket science,” he says, amused.
