by Raine Miller
Oh my God, his smile went one step beyond dazzling, all the way to knock dead gorgeous. Wow! He looked like a birthday present to her. Chest bared, he wore a tight pair of jeans and a smile sexy as hell. Tousled dark hair held a bit of a curl, and his sky blue eyes brightened with desire. What a package.
“It’s your birthday?”
“Yeah,” he said in a deep voice that had her squirming. “And my lucky night.”
“Oh, did you hit the jackpot?”
With eyes as hungry as woman on a six-day cleanse, he smiled. “Oh, yes. I hit the jackpot all right.”
“Good for you.” She remembered the outfit she wore then looked at the bottle in her hand. Holding up the champagne, she asked, “Want a drink?”
He took the bottle and downed the rest of the contents. Turning briefly, he put the bottle on the dresser then leaned down and captured her lips in a kiss that sent her desire from maybe a ten to ten-thousand in warp speed. Nothing exciting like that had ever happened to her before, and certainly she’d never been kissed so raunchily. Even her toes went all kinky.
She wrapped her arms around his neck. Unable to help herself, she pressed closer against his warm muscular chest.
Yummy, he tasted of champagne. And sex, if sex had a flavor, it would be this tantalizing kiss that had her heart zinging faster than a zip line and her head spinning like the rinse cycle in a washer. Or was that the liquor? His lips stroked her in a slow torturous grind that had her panting. When he licked her mouth as if she was an ice cream cone and it was August, she nearly melted.
Hands on her back, he pulled her closer. Long, strong arms had her completely wrapped in an embrace she didn’t want to escape. Strong biceps flexed and tightened the hold. They were so close she felt his bulge against her stomach.
With his hot lips on hers, he stroked his way right into her mouth. Fire and wanton desire shot through her veins with astonishing force. She groaned shamelessly and sent her own tongue deep into the recesses of his moist mouth.
This time he groaned, and she felt wonderful and light. She knew better than to make out with a stranger, but this guy was so delicious, and he helped ease her pain of being tossed over the bridge by that loser Howard. Just the creep’s name popping into her thoughts made her hungry for the stranger, who obviously knew his way around a woman. And it was his birthday.
After he broke the kiss, he leaned back against the door, staring at her in the dim light. “Man, tomorrow I’m going to kiss Roger and Spencer. They really outdid themselves.”
Hungry for his lips back on hers, she said, “You’re going to kiss two guys? Are you gay?”
Hand in hand, he led her to stand next to the bed. “I’ll let you decide that later.”
Lexi felt completely aroused as he slid his hands down the sides of the sexy teddy to playfully finger the black lace. It would’ve been proper to tell him normally she’d never wear something this revealing, but the thought couldn’t make it from her brain to her mouth.
Instead, she leaned her head back and allowed him to trail scorching kisses down her neck to her beasts. Chills danced on her skin like snowflakes.
Fingers clutching his hair, she bit her bottom lip to keep from begging him to hurry and get to the good part before she completely sobered up and darted from the room.
Right now, she didn’t want to do that. No, if she had her way, they’d be here for days. As impractical as it sounded, Lexi loved the idea.
When his hands reached between her thighs and unsnapped the crotch, she gasped. “I don’t normally do this kind of thing. I don’t know you, and I’m…”
He kissed her mouth so powerfully she grew wobbly, and they both fell back on the bed with a bounce.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, and he looked down at her, a predatory gaze in his blue eyes. “I don’t normally either, but it is my birthday.” He raised a wicked brow and grinned.
Smiling, she said, “Yes, and everyone deserves a good birthday.”
The intimacy between their warm bodies quickened her breath. As if time meant nothing and they had all night, he leaned down and slipped the strap off her shoulder while her gloved hands stroked his muscular back.
“I wouldn’t want to have a bad birthday.”
“Oh, no,” she said, kissing his strong jaw. “We can’t let that happen.” He smelled absolutely tantalizing, like a fresh morning on a misty lake. Clean, wholesome with a hint of musk. In all her life, she’d never been with a man this way, and much to her surprise and stunned belief system, she loved the wickedness of being with a stranger.
Warm lips glided hot across the top of her shoulders, and lightning soared through her body like a bolt of electricity. Similar to that time she’d accidently stuck a fork in the toaster, but this was better. Much better.
Then he nibbled all the way to the top of her satin glove. “I like these.” He chuckled. “Damn, girl, you’re about to drive me insane.”
This was a man all right, and his eyes teased her with a sexy promise of a night she’d long remember. No one had ever said that to her before. Inwardly, she giggled like a sixteen-year-old, while quivering into a pool of heated flesh.
His hand came between them, and he slowly tugged at the satin ribbon holding the teddy together. The unraveling made her heart pound. She shivered from pure anticipation as she glanced down between them. Her breasts sought relief from their torturous bonds.
A pink-tipped nipple popped out, open to his scrutiny.
Lexi wrestled with the urge to cover up, but the alcohol she’d consumed earlier stoked her boldness. Not wanting to fight the sensations, she stretched out and relaxed. With her thinking mired and pure mellow warmth engulfing her body, she managed to wrangle her conscience to the ground.
CHAPTER 2
With this woman in his arms, Jack pretty much thought he’d ascended to a higher plain. Regardless the cost, he was going to enjoy this generous gift from Roger and Spencer. Never one to buy sex, he inwardly grinned. At the moment he didn’t care, but his buddies had risen to the position of gods. Man, he loved those guys for this sweet present.
She was perfect in so many ways. He loved her ginger-colored hair, tiny freckles across her nose, and a curvy body for a change. Recently, he’d grown sick of women with bodies like boney skeletons. Now, he wanted a real woman with curves. Give him ass and tits any day, especially for his birthday.
Who needed a cake when he could feast on this piece of female flesh and enjoy every morsel. She smelled so damn good he wanted all of her. If his friends hadn’t paid for an all-nighter, he’d gladly pitch in any extra money needed to keep her in his bed. Hell, he might go for the whole weekend if his dick had anything to say about it. It throbbed like a fucking heartbeat.
Testing the little red string, he tugged until red and black lace parted to reveal tantalizing flesh. Tiny moans sent his body into overdrive. Every fiber in him urged him to bury himself inside her until he couldn’t see straight.
Thank God, he hadn’t drunk too much. Liquor and sex sometimes didn’t mix well with him, but not the case tonight.
He cupped her right breast in his palm and tweaked the nipple until it contracted into a hard nub. Leaning down, he captured the prize with his teeth and gently nibbled until she squirmed beneath him.
His mouth captured the other breast and sucked hard. So hard that she arched her back, offering him more. The way she pulled at him implied she wanted it rougher.
For the sure joy of it, he licked her breast while squeezing the other nipple until he grew close to popping out of his jeans. Lifting his head, he rose over her and pulled open the sexy negligee. Her flat belly begged to be stroked, and his tongue obliged—all the way down to the blondish red hair between her legs.
A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth as he spotted the Brazilian wax job. The little strip of hair was just enough to conceal his target. He dipped his head and tasted her saltiness. This sexpot was soaked, hot and wet. He lapped her like a kitten would a
bowl of warm milk.
She pulled at his hair. “Oh, God,” she begged, “don’t do that,” even as she thrust closer.
Lifting his head, he said, “I’ve only begun. Tonight, we’re going to set off the fire alarms in the hotel.” He stuck his finger inside her, and she tightened like a clenched fist. “Look at me,” he said. “Watch me finger fuck you.”
Propped on her elbows, she spread her legs wide, her eyes glistening with heat. Dark desire drove him wild and had her panting. Still holding her gaze, he removed his finger and gently began to lick her wet slit. Long, slow licks that drove her closer and closer to a climax.
Groaning, she threw her head back, and he admired her long slim neck, her full ripe breasts, and her curvy torso. Her legs were a mile long, toned and tanned.
Wet and ready. He buried his face and sucked on her little nub. In seconds, she screamed out as he gently nibbled until her release practically threw him off the cliff. Nothing had ever tasted so delicious.
Feeling like the luckiest guy in the world, he stood and removed his jeans. Once naked, he lay beside her and kissed her until she came down out of the clouds. Her lips reminded him of the champagne he’d consumed earlier.
She rolled over to face him, put her palm around his dick, and slowly stroked up and down. She rubbed her thumb over the most sensitive part and spread the bit of cum on the glistening top. Now, it was his turn to moan.
Then she kissed her way down his chest and right to the perfect spot. Her tiny tongue flickered over the very tip of his throbbing mass of flesh. She did it again until Jack thought he’d come any second.
When she slipped her mouth down his shaft and sucked, he sat upright and pulled her into his arms with a powerful kiss. “You’re going to make me come, honey. Then the fun will be over for a while.”
On her hands and knees, she smiled, her hair tousled wildly about her shoulders. “We don’t want the fun to end, do we?”
“Not yet, anyway.” He kissed her again then slowly removed the red and black satin piece of sin from her body and threw it across the room. He decided for some reason he liked the gloves.
They’d stay.
With them both naked, he rubbed his hands across her breasts and down her hips. “Damn woman, you have a body made to love.”
She kissed his nose. “I’d like to lose a few pounds.”
“Hell, no. You’re perfect.”
Much to his delight, she narrowed her smoky brown eyes and looked at him seriously. “You mean that?”
“Damn right. You’re perfect.”
A spicy smile dressed up her pretty face. “Well, maybe we’d better put this perfect body to perfect use.”
Jack reached down and grabbed his jeans. From his wallet, he took out a condom. Before he could stop her, she snatched it from his hand. He leaned back and folded his hands behind his head. “Have at it, sweetheart.”
She tore the foil packet open with her teeth then slowly unrolled the condom down his dick, which was close to exploding.
Grinning, she looked at him with those sexy eyes. “You’re hard as stone. I sure hope you plan to put that thing to good use.”
Instantly, he closed his eyes and hoped he didn’t burst before he even got inside her. The way his body hummed he wondered how much longer he could hold out. Fire surged through his veins, and his legs trembled with need. “Oh yeah, we’re both going to put it to good use. Hopefully all night long.”
She surprised him by straddling him. He usually preferred to be on top, but right now, he just wanted to bury his cock so far inside her he could feel her tonsils.
Lifting up, she guided him slowly. He didn’t move. He was comfortable with her being in the driver’s seat. Her full breasts gently swayed within the reach of his hands. Cupping them, he mentally measured them and they were perfect in every way. Everything about this woman drove him mad with the need to fuck her until they were both exhausted.
He groaned as she slid to the bottom of his dick and sat there for a moment before rotating her hips, grinding him deep inside her. She tossed her hair back, exposing her long, elegant neck. “This is so naughty.”
“This is the best sex I’ve had in a very long time,” he said, moving his hands to her hips to hold her still. He knew if she kept teasing like that, he’d blow his wad way too early.
Instead, he carefully guided her up and down. Not too fast, but in perfect rhythm. Then she tightened around him, and Jack thought he’d die from the sheer pleasure.
He flipped her over, stroking faster and deeper. She bit his neck and clawed his back, but he kept at it. Sweat formed on his forehead, but he was close to falling over the edge. Then she screamed, burying her face in his shoulder, and pulse after pulse created such a build-up in him, he’d erupt liked a geyser.
His climax shot through his whole body, paralyzing him momentarily as the deep muscles of his crotch throbbed. Then he pounded until he’d finished.
Putting his weight on his elbows, he looked down into the most beautiful face he’d ever seen. Who was this woman? Pleasure brightened her skin and eased all the tightness from her body.
Happy fucking birthday to me.
***
Lexi opened one eye then quickly slammed it shut. The drape hung just enough to allow a sliver of light to filter through and hit the in the eyeball. Crushing the pillow around her head, she lay still, gathering her thoughts. Every muscle in her body felt like she’d just had an all-day massage, but her crotch ached like she’d had sex with King Kong.
Immediately, she opened her eyes and lifted her head from the pillow. Squinting against the dim light, she glanced at her surroundings. Hotel room, bed, clothes, but that’s all she could see. What she felt was a whole different matter. A sleek, muscular body had her in a bear hug and didn’t show any signs of releasing her.
Howard?
No friggin’ way. This body belonged to a powerful man with a tan.
Her heart revved, and she realized in varying degrees that she wasn’t in her hotel room. Visions of how she’d spent the night had her closing her eyes and praying she could escape from this guy and spare them both a mountain of embarrassment.
But how could she untangle herself without waking him? Still trying to make out the dark shadows in the room, she leaned over to get a better look. Raising the sheets slightly, she was very impressed. Oh, he was as good looking as she remembered and probably had given her the best sex on earth, but she had to get out of his room before he woke and discovered her still there.
With her hip leading the way, she carefully worked her body to the edge of the bed, only for him to clasp closer with a mumble.
Again, she waited a few minutes then moved. This time her foot hit the floor about the same time as her rear. Biting her upper lip, she stared up at the white ceiling.
After a hefty gulp of air, she quietly flipped over onto her stomach, crawled to the foot of the bed then headed in the direction of the door.
That’s when she noticed she still wore one satin glove and nothing else. God, how could she leave completely naked?
A noise came from outside the door. Maid service. Lexi looked up and saw a man’s white shirt draped on the back of a chair. Still crawling on her hands and knees, she grabbed the shirt, her stilettos, and continued inching her way toward the door.
From the bed came a mumble and a smack. A hand landed on the pillow she’d just vacated.
Please don’t let him wake up and get a perfect view of my ass.
Silence returned, and she made it all the way to the open closet, when she heard him get out of bed. Mortified of getting caught and making them both very uncomfortable, she hunkered down and held her breath. She watched as his toned butt disappeared into the bathroom.
Lexi jumped up and shot for the door.
“Damn.” She’d stubbed her toe on the dresser and swore it was broken. Hobbling the rest of the way, she turned the knob and almost yanked her arm off.
He’d obviously put the safe
ly lock in place. She quickly flipped the lever, slipped on the shirt, and stepped out into the hall.
The door closed behind her, and she stood practically naked in the hall. From out of nowhere, a tall man walked toward her. Lexi lowered her head and stayed completely rigid until he passed.
Great, Alexis Ryan caught doing the walk of shame .
Looking around, she saw a maid with her cart. Lexi ran to her. “I’m so sorry to inconvenience you, but I’ve been locked out of my room.”
The maid, a tall woman with long brown hair looked at her with non-judgmental eyes. Obviously, a woman running around half-naked must happen every day in Vegas. “What room is yours?”
Lexi pointed. “733.”
The maid took out her master keycard and walked to the room. Lexi looked at the door across from her and cringed. God, please don’t let him walk out.
The maid opened the door, and Lexi quickly stepped inside. “Do you need to see my keycard? It’s right here in my purse.”
“No, that’s okay. Have a nice day.”
The door closed and Lexi fell back on her bed and let out an accomplished sigh. That was close…too close.
Knowing she couldn’t stay and run the chance of bumping into Howard or the stranger, Lexi jumped from the bed and grabbed her phone. Checking departing flights, she selected the one leaving in two hours.
After removing the stranger’s shirt, she jumped in the shower and scrubbed her body clean. Then she immediately dried, put on conservative black slacks, a green silk shirt, and slipped into a pair of comfortable flats.
Unconcerned about her belongings, Lexi threw everything into the bag and zipped it shut. After pulling her hair back and holding it in place with a clip, she looked at her glowing face. Aspirin would ease her headache, but nothing would ease her embarrassment.
Refusing to relive last night, Lexi took the handle of her suitcase and inched open the door. It was barely daybreak when she carefully wheeled her suitcase out of the room.
In spite of everything that had happened, Lexi buried her face in his shirt for one last remembrance before hanging it on the doorknob and practically running to the elevator.