She straightened off the sofa and followed him.
“Where the fuck are you?” she heard him mutter under his breath from deeper in the dark room.
“Me?” she called on a laugh from the door.
“My toiletry bag,” he called back. “I can’t— Ah-ha! Got it!” The sound of items clattering onto a surface filled the darkness. Zeta smiled, picturing Mick upending his toiletry bag onto the bed. “Where…” More clinking and rustling. “Are…you, you…little…fuck— Yes!”
And just like that, the power came back on.
The distinct sound of electrical appliances activating buzzed through the room. 00:00 flashed on the room’s bedside clock, announcing it had returned to life with bright-green happiness.
“Hey! Did the…” Mick’s outline moved to the left, and the room filled with a soft warm glow as light from the bathroom spilled through the open door.
Zeta stood motionless at the end of the bed, finally able to see him naked.
She swallowed.
Dio, he was a fine specimen of the human male. Toned muscles, the most exquisite lats she’d ever seen, sculpted pecs, corded thighs… She bit her bottom lip, admiring his erection for a second before raising her attention to his face.
Her breath caught.
He studied her, hunger and desire and something she wasn’t prepared to analyze—yet—burning in his eyes. His nostrils flared as her stare found his, and his jaw bunched. “You are the most gorgeous, sexiest woman I’ve ever met,” he declared, slowly walking toward her.
She tilted her chin. “Of course I am.” Why was her heart racing so much?
He stopped a mere foot in front of her. “Of course you are,” he echoed on a murmur. One side of his mouth curled, and he lifted his hand to beside his face, presenting her the condom. “Ribbed. For your pleasure.”
She closed the distance between them and plucked the small square packet from his fingers. “As it should be.”
His nostrils flared again, and she was hauled off her feet and thrown on the bed. She landed on her back, in the middle of the soft mattress, laughing.
Her laugh melted into a moan as he shoved her legs wide, crawled onto his knees between her ankles, and took possession of her sex with his mouth. He brought her to the precipice with his tongue, only stopping when she begged him to.
Settling back on his heels, he gazed down at her, his lips and chin glistening with her juices. Dio, she could come just looking at him.
“I want you inside me,” she stated, dancing her fingers over one of her nipples as she parted her thighs a little farther. She wriggled the condom packet at him. “Chop-chop.”
He laughed, snatched the condom from her fingers, and with a skill and speed that took her breath away, covered his cock—long, erect, and demanding attention—in bright-purple latex.
“Love the color choice,” she said, trying not to giggle.
He grinned, first at his condom-covered erection and then at her. “To be honest, I had no clue it was a colored one.”
The confession set off a little squiggle of delight in her. Mick Blackthorne confessing to not knowing something? It was as if he was letting his guard down. What else would he reveal? What else would she discover about him? She couldn’t wait to get to know him more.
Couldn’t wait? No, no. Thereisno more, Zeta. This is a one-and-done situation. It’s just sex. Just a crazy, got-an-itch-to-scratch one-night stand. Not even a one-night stand. A one-momentstand. Not the beginning of a relation—
Mick planted his hands on either side of her ribs and slid himself up along her body. “Hello,” he murmured, the tip of his erection kissing her folds. A slow, warm smile stretched his lips as he gazed down at her. “My name’s Dr Blackthorne. How can I help you today?”
She stared up at him and snaked her arms up around his neck. “Make me come, Dr Blackthorne,” she ordered. “Fuck me hard and fast and make me explode.”
He frowned. “Hard I can do. But fast? Isn’t that the opposite of what I’m meant to be doing?”
She laughed, and he sank into her with one long, slow, powerful thrust.
He filled her. Stretched her. Embedded himself completely in her.
Pleasure washed through her.