“Hey,” he said in that smooth, sexy voice, full of mischief.
A tingle went up my spine. “What are you doing here?”
“I’m here for my jacket.”
“Oh. Right.” I numbly went back into the room. It was folded neatly on the table, though I didn’t remember putting it there. I carried it back to the doorway. “Here.”
A grin came to his handsome face. “That’s not all I came for, Charlotte.”
The door closed behind him as he stepped into the room.
Our lips connected with magnetic attraction, warm and full and soft. His hand danced around the side of my neck to hold me against him, even though nothing could have stopped me from kissing him in that moment. Fireworks exploded in between my legs as he drove me backward toward the bed. I fell to the sheets, which were wonderfully soft against my back as he stepped up between my legs.
“I’ve dreamed about you,” Jayce said softly in the darkness. “I’ve dreamed about nothingbutyou, Charlotte.”
My name sounded perfectly sweet on his lips, like a chocolate-covered cherry he wanted to bite into. I held my breath as he stood before me, arms bulging with muscle and tattoos dancing as he readied himself.
He ripped off my pajama bottoms with magical ease; one moment they were there, the next they were gone, like steam evaporating from a pot of boiling water. I gasped as Jayce buried his face in my panties, pulling them aside and then inhaling me like I was a drug he’d been craving, his breath hot against my wet lips.
“I want to taste you,” he rumbled into me. “I want to make youmine.”
His tongue was impossibly long as it moved toward my clit. It touched me with the barest amount of pressure, but even that was enough to make me gasp and arch my back against the sheets. He stared up at me with his eyes, his beautiful blue eyes as I accepted his tongue into my wet heat, wedging me apart and licking up and down, exploring me for the first time.
“Fuck, you taste good,” he growled into me. “I’m going to eat youup.”
“Yes,” I whispered as he used his fingers to pull apart my lips. “Yes, yes,yes.”
His dark hair moved back and forth as he tasted all of me, deep inside my slit and then up and out to swirl around my clit. Back into my sex he went and then out again, a circuit of powerful pleasure that left me groaning, and curling my toes into the impossibly soft sheets.
“Taste me,” I begged, though he was doing exactly that. I put a hand on his head and held him against my quivering walls. “Yes, there, right there, don’t stop,yes…”
*
I woke to the sound of my phone alarm going off, soft but persistent.
This time my groan held no pleasure. Sunlight peeked through the curtains and splashed across my face, making me wince and shield my eyes with an arm. There was a persistent throbbing in my head, and my tongue felt swollen in my mouth. Finally I could stand the alarm no longer, so I yanked it from the charger and mashed my thumb on the screen until it went silent.
I opened my eyes. Six empty beer bottles stood on the dresser across from me in an unstable pyramid, three-two-one. Did I finish the six pack? I remembered finding a Natalie Imbruglia playlist on my phone and cranking it up while dancing by myself in the motel room. I could have sworn I only drank three. Or maybe four.
I held my phone close to my crusty eyes. Seven-fifty.Wow, I slept in.Normally I was an early riser, my body always up and ready at five in the morning while Scott stayed in bed. He would have made fun of me if he were here. “Who’s the lazy one now!” he would have said, tickling me awake until I fought him off. He would make a day of it, constantly reminding me of the fact while we prepared the food truck and began serving customers.
Scott is gone, I remembered with sadness.He’s seeing someone named Tammy. He doesn’t want me.
A memory tickled my mind. Seven-fifty? That was dangerously close to eight o’clock, which was when I had to be somewhere…
Suddenly I remembered where I was. This was Eastland, not Savannah. I was in a motel room.
I had community service.
“Crap!” I shouted. “Crap crapcrap!”
I rushed out of bed and threw on fresh clothes. Could I get there in time? What else did I need? My mind felt as thick as honey as I looked around the foreign motel room. I grabbed my purse off the dresser, knocking the pyramid of beer bottles over in the process.
Shoes, I managed to think through my pounding head.I need shoes.
I sifted through one suitcase, then another. By the end I was tossing my neatly-folded clothes on the floor in a rush to find my sneakers. Where were they? IknewI saw them yesterday when I arranged all my clothes. But they were nowhere to be found.
The Sheriff told me not to be late. That was the most important thing. If I hurried, I could still get there on time.