“So you’d rather not get busy then?”
“Hell, no! I mean, yes, I want to get busy.”
He stood up next to her. Lord, he was tall! So tall and handsome and hot. The heat between their two bodies was palpable. “I can’t think of anything else I’d rather do, beautiful.”
“Good.” She picked up his scotch and handed it him. “My room then.”
He took her arm and guided her toward the elevators. “You sure about this?”
Stacy smiled, channeling Starr once again, “I’ve never been so sure about anything, handsome.”
“God…” He led her into an empty elevator. “Which floor?”
“Fifteen.”
Michael pressed the button and then leaned toward her. “I’ve been dying to kiss those ruby red lips of yours.”
She curved her lips into what she hoped was a coy smile. “Nothing stopping you that I can see.”
He gently brushed his lips against hers, first in a slow slide and then a tiny nibble across her lower lip. They were both still holding their drinks, and though each had a free hand, only their lips were touching. Very sensual and erotic, even though it was a light teasing kiss. Stacy’s insides quivered.
She might be next to a novice when it came to sex, but she did know how to kiss. Luckily, she had done lots of making out before David. She loved to kiss, and she was definitely going to make the most out of kissing such a gorgeous male specimen as Michael Moretti.
When her introverted self threatened to surface, she consciously told herself to bury it. Tonight she was Starr, and Starr would give Michael Moretti a kiss he’d never forget.
She sensed a hint of tightly harnessed control. At least that’s what Starr would sense. Stacy had written about such control numerous times. So like Starr in the same situation, Stacy decided to unleash Michael’s passion right here in the hotel elevator.
She pressed her lips to his, exerting more pressure, touched her tongue to his upper lip. Such gorgeous full lips! A true pleasure to kiss. The tickle between legs intensified. She could almost feel her labia swelling, her juices accumulating. Oh, this was going to be a wonderful night. A wonderful, pleasurable night. All she had to do was be Starr.
A slow burn of lust curled through her. She tasted the tang of his scotch on his tongue as its tip touched hers. His mouth opened against hers, as if asking permission to take more. With a thrust of her tongue, she granted it, and what had been a light and teasing kiss became passionate, raw, and primal.
Tongues lashed and dueled, lips nipped and ground against each other. Teeth nibbled and bit. She sucked at his lower lip, at his upper, at both together. Her mouth was demanding and greedy, taking all she could with this one kiss.
His groan reverberated against the back of her throat, exciting her even more. Open-mouthed and wet, the kiss went on and on. Liquid spilled from her martini glass and trickled down her arm, and when the elevator dinged its arrival at her floor, she hardly heard it.
Michael tore his mouth from hers, breaking the suction with a loud smack. “We’re here.”
“Where?”
“Your floor, your room.” He pressed his lips to her cheek. “That was some kiss, sweetheart.” He took her cosmo. “I think we lost some of our drinks.”
“I have more in my room.”
“Oh, I don’t think we need any more.” He winked at her. “I want you completely coherent for what I have planned.”
Right, she didn’t need alcohol. Starr Shannon didn’t drink. Stacy didn’t need to drink tonight either. She was feeling warm but not buzzed. Just as well, as Michael said. If this was going to happen, she wanted to remember every single, solitary detail of making love to the hottest man on the planet.
“This way,” she said, leading him to room 1543. Quickly, she slid her keycard into the slot and opened the door.
Michael set their half-empty glasses on a table and grabbed Stacy, forcing her against the wall. His mouth opened against her neck, and he sucked her flesh against his lips.
The sweet pressure made Stacy crazy. Her pussy pulsed in time with her heartbeat, and her head swam. Michael’s hardness pushed against her belly, and he ground it into her as his lips moved upward. He traced her jawline with tiny kisses and nibbled over the same path.
Nectar gushed between her legs. Her body was on alert. Every sensation seemed magnified.
“You’re so amazing, sweetheart. So beautiful.”
His words were a slow caress, adding to the sensual agitation already flowing through her.