When he stands up, I can see the bulge of his cock straining against the crotch of his jeans. He could pull the tails of his flannel over it, to hide it, but he doesn’t. He lets me look. He wants me to look.
My mouth fucking waters.
“See you in a minute,” he says.
I lift my drink to my lips, watching him go, my body just about on fire to follow him. Instead I down the rest of my drink like he did and take out my phone, opening up a text chat to Leigh.
Manda: Met the single dad tonight. Super hot. Meeting him in a hotel room in five minutes. Fuck, Leigh! I’ve never done anything like this!!
Three dots appear instantly, and I can almost hear Leigh’s squeal all the way from Seattle.
Leigh: You slut! ?? Ha ha! You need this, baby! This is what I’m talking about. Use protection and have the best time!
Manda: Done and done. Call me in the AM?
Leigh: You got it!
I drop the phone into my purse, stand up from the table, and try to look like I’m taking my time as I beeline to the elevators.
Luke
I’ve never done anything remotely like this.
My hands sweat as I give the hotel clerk my credit card and watch as he charges me $204 for a last-minute queen room.
When he slides the receipt to me for my signature, I pause with the pen hovering over the dotted line. Is this a mistake? What the hell am I doing?
Then I think about Amanda’s breasts in the rain yesterday and again, tonight, at the table, when she arched her back and thrust them forward. My God. My dick hardened as though she’d commanded it. I sign the receipt quickly, avoiding eye contact with the clerk. He gives me a small envelope with a keycard and tells me to take the elevator to the second floor. I scrape it off the counter, glancing at the room number before shoving it in my back pocket.
I don’t even know her. I mean, barely.
But when I get to the elevator bank and see her standing there against the wall in her snow-white sweater, my body takes over and my mind shuts up. We lock eyes as I push the up arrow.
I want her. Damn it, I want her all night long.
I can’t ever remember wanting someone as badly as I want this woman.
I’ve never experienced lust like this before, and the way she wants a short-term and purely sexual relationship? It’s so hot, I can barely breathe through my hunger. It needs to be fed. Now.
When the elevator dings, she moves away from the wall, standing beside me without a word. The door opens and she steps inside first, leaning against the back wall in the small booth. I press the two button, then stand beside her. Our hips touch and it makes my balls tighten.
“We’re in, uh, two-oh-six.”
“I didn’t know if they’d have a room.”
Her voice seems lower somehow. Softer. Is she scared? Is she having second thoughts?
“You should know—I mean, I’m not some pervert. I don’t do this—I’ve never—”
“Me neither,” she says. “I’ve never done this. I haven’t been with anyone since Bryce.”
“How long ago was that?”
“We broke up in March.” She looks up at me. “You?”
I shake my head. “No one since Wendy. Over two years now.”
She breathes out and it’s audible. “Whoa.”