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“Half right,” I grinned. “I was from West Texas, Sparenberg to be precise, but I moved away a long time ago, an’ no, sweetheart, it’s not Houston.”
Rayna pouted. “I suppose I lost then.”
I leaned in, and our forearms nearly brushed each other. Holding Rayna’s gaze with mine, I said, “Yes, but it’s not a bad thing to lose. What are your plans for tonight? Have you had a room lined up?”
She shook her head. “I was hoping to find a comfy bench to wait the night out.” A slow smile curved her lips. “Why? Are you offering?”
“I am,” I replied, dropping my tone. “I told you, I’m looking for company, and on a rainy night like this, what’s better company than with a sweet lady?”
“Well, John…” Her hand rested over mine, and her fingers traced an unknown pattern on the back of it. “I’d like to take you up on that offer, with one condition…”
“And what’s that?” I asked.
“That you don’t think less of me for beingcompanywith a man I just met,” she replied.
“I would never do so,” I replied. “You’re not one of those people who forgets a name ten seconds after they’re told it, are you?”
“No,” Rayna replied, “Why?”
“Because…” I leaned in closer, voice going to a hush, “…I want to hear you scream it over and over again.”
ChapterTwo
Rayna
Ishould have known John was not an ordinary man.
When a chauffeur came and whisked us into a sleek black limo, his sharp suit and spotless beige Stetson, aside, should have been clue number two.
He didn’t check in when we got to the Hilton; the concierge showed us to a private elevator, clue number three.
We’d flirted in the car, with me sipping champagne and brushing hands, with heated looks and suggestive whispers until the vehicle stopped at the hotel. I didn’t go home with men I had just met, but there was something different about John, so I took a chance.
“Where—”
The moment the hotel elevator door dings closed, John’s hand slid behind my head, and his lips crushed mine in a frantic kiss. I grabbed his shoulder and had to tip on my tiptoes to meet him. He backed me against the wall as his mouth moved masterfully over mine.
He tasted like Irish Whiskey and strong coffee—it was heady.
We were in our sliver of reality as we kissed each other hungrily like we’d been starving all our lives. John’s tongue was plunging between my lips, thrusting in and making me hope that another part of him would also be thrusting deeply.
The stubble on his cheek scraped my cheek while a guttural groan vibrated from his chest, making my pussy grow slick with need. I whimpered as his lips parted from mine to take a breath, and the next moment, his tongue found mine, and I sucked it hungrily, my body begging to be horizontal with this man.
John broke the kiss again and met my eyes, his pupils wide and dark, with a bare rim of blue around them—static electricity sparked when his lustful eyes fixed on mine.
“I can’t wait to get you into my bed,” he growled.
“Well, get me there, cowboy,” I sucked in a breath.
The elevator stopped, and John took my hand and led me down the hallway to the single door. He slid the key in, got the door open and inside the lush hotel room, and dropped the keycard into a bowl before having me up against the wall again. “Tell me what you like, sweetheart?”
I could barely concentrate, “Like?”
“What do you like in bed?” John asked. “Lips, tongue? Touches, teasing? Do you build up or go off like a rocket?”
“Tongue and teasing,” I replied. “I take a while to get there, but when I do—”
His mouth latched on my neck, right over a sensitive spot, and I arched under his harsh kiss. John pulled away from me, and the next thing I blinked, I was in the large bedroom and was pulling, ripping, and shucking clothes away.
