“I love it that you’re so hot for me.” He takes the glistening finger and licks the juices off. “Tasty.”
My cheeks heat. But the need crackling between us burns away any mild embarrassment. “I bet you are too.” I stroke my index finger across the tip of his cock and pull the fingertip into my mouth.
His blue eyes grow so dark that they’re almost black. Deep red colors his cheeks. “Skittles, I don’t think I can wait.”
“I’m not asking you to. We can do the slow stuff later. I want to take the edge off now.”
He laughs, the sound light, happy and just a little bit wicked. A small part of me does an ecstatic dance that I can make him like this. He puts on a condom and glides into me, big and hot and thick and Oh My God good. My vision blurs, and I clutch him hard. He braces his weight on one hand and uses the other to caress my ass and leg, all the way down to the ankle and back up. “Sexy and sweet. All mine.”
I smile up at him. He’s all mine too—for the night.
He puts my calves over his shoulders and drives into me. With every thrust, pleasure builds exponentially. He seems to know exactly how hard to push and what angle to hit. The bliss swells until I think I’m going to explode, and it finally rips through me, burning me inside out.
I scream. Then I crest again, harder and faster than I’ve ever done before. He shudders over me, his cock jerking inside my still-spasming pussy.
I manage open my eyes and see his beautiful face, ecstasy twisting his sublime features.
A vague regret surfaces. I wish I knew his name, so I could scream it…or call him by it softly in afterglow.
But as our breathing settles and he wraps himself around me, I tell myself that it’s better this way. All I can commit to at the moment is this single glorious night.
Chapter Five
Court
I stir, feeling the soft, luxurious cotton sheet under my nude body. I stretch an arm to my left, then frown when I feel only the other side of the sheet.
Which is chilly.
I crack open an eye and glance over. No one.
Maybe she went to the bathroom. I close the eye and shift until I’m more comfortable. I can feel a huge grin spread across my face.
Last night was amazing. We had this connection. And I came five times, which is a record.
As for Skittles? I lost count after ten. My grin grows wider. I seriously love how responsive she is, and I can’t wait to start the morning off right.
Another half-dozen orgasms between the two of us should do. Then a leisurely champagne brunch—I know the Aylster has it on the room service menu. Exchange phone numbers. See each other again. I can’t remember the last time I felt something like this with anyone.
We should definitely explore what we have between us. Have a very normal and nice relationship. No drama, no crazy people. Just me, Skittles and our awesome chemistry.
Thinking about that makes me heat up. The bitter and slightly sour knot in my chest is now gone, and my heart is at peace, beating normally. The small pit in my stomach that felt like a burning acid pool? That’s gone, too.
And it’s not just the sex. There’s something more.
Hmm. Wait a minute. It’s too silent. No sound from the bathroom. No TV.
Women are never quiet for this long.
I open the eye again and look at the bedside clock. Damn. Already ten o’clock. I open the other one and sit up. Did she have to leave? I don’t have any plans, but some people have to do stuff, even on Saturdays. For all I know, she has to work today. We didn’t talk about anything like that last night. Something to rectify soon.
I get up and look around. Sure enough, her belongings are gone. Guess she really did have to go. A little seed of disappointment wedges deep, just under my solar plexus. She could’ve at least said goodbye. I wouldn’t have minded being woken up.
Maybe she left a note. I look around. The suite is too damn big, but I’ll find it.
A good five minutes later, I glare at her side of the bed. She didn’t leave a note! There’s nothing on the coffee table in the living room or the counter attached to the built-in bar. Sad to say, but Skittles has skedaddled.
Then I see a stiff green rectangle, almost hidden under the sheets. Oh, no way. I snatch it up. It’s a fifty-dollar bill.