“Oh, a girl who likes to read. What else do you like to do?”
I guess a little light conversation can’t hurt. I take a sip of my drink before I respond. “Zumba,” I tell him. “Dancing, stomping, and wiggling around to music makes me feel like I’m in a music video. I always leave sweaty and with a smile on my face.”
Why did I say all that? I definitely said too much. Damn my mouth!
“Funny, that’s my motto. Always leave them sweaty and with a smile on their face,” he teases.
I can’t help but wonder how the light scruff on his chin would feel pressed against my skin ... behind my knees, between my breasts, between my legs. Holy shit, I bet he would feel amazing between my legs.
I’m smiling. And he’s smiling back.
“Finish your drink,” he tells me in a very direct tone. “I’m taking you dancing.”
“What? Where?” I look around. “No one is dancing,” I argue.
“Of course they are – right over there by the lagoon.” He stands up and again, holds out his hand. “Coming?”
“Not yet,” I mumble under my breath.
Shit. What’s wrong with me? I hope he didn’t hear that.
This is a mistake.
“Listen, Cole, you seem like a really nice guy,” I begin to explain.
He puts his hand down and leans closely, just a few inches from my face. “Do I?”
I can’t do this.
“See, I just broke up with my fiancé. You don’t know me, but if you did, you would know that I’m not the kind of girl that crashes weddings and I’m definitely not the type to hook up with some random guy for a one-night stand. My life is very complicated right now and I have a big day planned for tomorrow.”
I have more to say, much more. But Cole puts his finger against my lips, stopping me. “It’s a dance, Kenny. Nothing complicated about it. And we’re not crashing, I’m a guest.”
“Look at me, I’m not dressed for a wedding. Especially not that wedding.” I look down to examine myself. I’m wearing a white eyelet dress, strapless, with a hem that flares out just above my knee. My hair is down in loose beachy waves and the only makeup I’m wearing is some lip-gloss. I am, however, wearing the cutest pair of strappy sandals with a considerable wedge heel.
He ignores my protest and gently pulls me to my feet.
His crystal-blue eyes are sharp and assessing as they take a slow stroll down my body, then back up to my face. A slow, sexy smile spreads across his lovely face, and I’m rendered defenseless as my insides melt.
“You look perfect to me. Come on. Let’s go,” he insists, again holding out his hand for me.
What am I fighting against? A dance? I’m an adult and I’ve danced with boys before. Lots of them. This one is no different.
I stand and place my hand into his as he leads me away. Together, hand in hand, we walk across the beach. The music grows louder as we get closer to the dance floor.
I contemplate the wisdom of starting down this road.
One dance, no problem. But I already know that one dance will lead to two, two will lead to three, and after that – who knows? This isn’t smart. It’s not too late to change my mind.
“Forget it. It’s too crowded. There’s too many people. And I don’t belong here,” I try to explain.
“Kenny?”
“Yeah?”
“Shut up and dance.”
Cole leads me to the center of the dance floor. “Oh. Okay.”
The dance floor is packed tightly, but we squeeze in. He places his hands on my hips and begins to move. More people crowd the floor. We squeeze closer together. I put a hand on his firm chest as I move with the music.
Everyone and everything around us fades away. All I can think about is the way his chest rises and falls with each breath and how I can feel his heartbeat, keeping perfect time with my own.
He wraps his long arm around my waist and pulls me tightly against him. Our bodies begin to move as one. The way he moves ... the way we move together ... holy crap, he knows how to move his body. Men who know how to move on the dance floor know all the right moves in the bedroom. That’s my theory anyway, and I’m ready to do a little research on the subject.
Great. Now I’m hot, sweaty, and all I can think about is ripping the clothes from his body and feeling his skin pressed against mine.
When the next song starts, I find enough room to turn around and press my back against him. My breathing speeds as I rest my head back against his chest, looking up at the open sky above. This feels good. It feels right.
Again, he wraps his long arm around my waist, holding me firmly against him. In this position, I can feel his hardness pressed against my back. His free hand slowly moves the hair off my neck and he breathes into my ear, “Oh, God Kenny – do you know what you’re doing to me?”
I can feel his breathing growing ragged as I move my hips against him in answer to his question. I smile knowing that he’s thinking the same as me.
He leans down and presses his lips against the exposed skin on my neck, where he lingers. His tongue begins to explore, journeying up my neck and pausing to nibble on my ear. I lean into him – it feels so ... electrifying. Everywhere his lips contact my skin burns in the most pleasurable way.
And damn, he smells good.
Slowly, I turn around in his arms, my heart racing even harder.
The light from the full moon illuminates his cheek in the darkness. My fingers reach to trace the light on his face. He looks down at me with smoldering eyes.
Slowly he leans toward me and presses his lips to mine. I feel his lips part as the soft tip of his tongue joins in with his kiss. His mouth is soft, wet, and completely hypnotic. Desire for him shoots through every cell in my body, consuming my every thought.
I throw my hands up and knot them in the back of his thick hair. His hands run up my back and hold me tight.
The heat, the throbbing music, his strong hands, his fast breath, his scent, his taste, his soft lips and exploring tongue— all of it is driving me insane.
My eyes open and I pull away from his lips, panting softly, his face breathless but unreadable.
Two words come to mind.
I surrender.
My mouth goes dry and I get the sudden urge to wipe my lips with my tongue.
The atmosphere between us abruptly changes. He smiles a dark sultry smile.
“I need to get you out of here before we make a scene,” he growls.
He drags me towards the hotel. In this moment, he could lead me anywhere and I would follow.
The moment the elevator doors close, he pins me against the wall and we’re pushing and grinding against each other. I’m glad there’s no one else in the elevator— although at this point? I’m really too far-gone to give a damn.
Both of us are tipsy from a long night of drinking. I can taste it on his tongue— bitter with a touch of honey. Between the rum, the dancing, and the elevator, I’m completely turned on. Needy.
Desperately, I slide my hand under his shirt and make contact with the flesh on his back. He groans into my mouth as I rake my nails up and down his perfectly smooth skin. My hand slips down lower and grabs his perfectly round ass, squeezing and kneading.
His kisses become more urgent and demanding. The elevator doors open, and he steps back from me. My eyes are immediately drawn to his impressive erection.
Taking me by the hand, he leads me quickly down the hallway. When we arrive at his room, he fumbles with his wallet, swipes the card, and pushes the door open.
I take a few cautious steps into this stranger’s hotel room. It’s a small room with nothing more than a few chairs, a dresser, and a bed. This does not look like the hotel room of a professional football player.
Who is this man? All I know is that he’s hot, he can dance, and I like the way he kisses. Tonight, nothing else matters.
I watch as he turns the locks on the door. When the last lock snaps, Cole turns and moves towards me.
/> In one swift move, he slips an arm around my back and pulls me against him. I open my mouth to make one final feeble attempt at a protest, but he covers my mouth with his. Only a deep groan escapes my lips.
I sink deep into his kiss as his tongue begins a gentle onslaught against mine. His touch and kiss shatter the last bit of self-control I have left. Despite the confusion weaving through my mind, my body finally makes the decision for me.
I. Need. To. Have. Him. Now.
My breath hitches in my throat and my heart rate kicks up, fluttering to soaring heights, as he tenderly cups my cheek. “Please say yes,” he whispers.
I look up into his expressive blue eyes and his gaze flicks down to my lips. All the air in the room disappears. I take a long, deep breath, trying to force air into my lungs and I push out a breathy, “yes.”
I throw my head back as his mouth glides to the side of my neck, tracing the slope of my collarbone and pressing kisses against my tender flesh. As he holds me tightly, my body presses against his, wanting more, needing more.
A groan rumbles in the back of his throat as his roaming hands reach under the back of my dress and he discovers nothing but a thin strip of lace where panties should be.
I move my hands quickly down his broad chest and make quick work of opening each and every button and pushing the fabric aside, providing me with room to explore. Firm, hard lines are etched across his middle. My fingers trail down his chest to his stomach. His body quivers lightly under my touch.
I grab a fistful of his shirt as he walks me backwards a few steps closer to his bed. When I can move no further, I sweep the shirt off his shoulder and down his arms. He allows the shirt to slip off his arms and fall to the floor.
Cole slides his hand along the back of my dress and slowly unzips it. The strapless dress falls in a puddle at my feet. The sudden rush of cool air on my naked skin causes my breasts to swell and tighten into hard peaks, burning with need, desperately aching.
"Oh God, Kenny," he says, looking at me in just my Brazilian thong, almost all of me now completely on display to him. I can feel his hot gaze burning my barely covered sex and his cock straining against his pants.
Gently, Cole lays me on the bed and hovers over me, gazing down upon me. He trails his fingertips down my neck, across my shoulder, and across my breasts. The touch of his large, powerful, hard hands sends tingles down my spine. A powerful jolt shoots into my belly as his lips replace his touch. At first, it’s just a testing, teasing nibble first on one, and then the other breast. He licks a glistening sheen along my pebbled flesh, and adds well-timed flicks of his tongue until I am throbbing.
I am a bundle of raw nerves as he draws one nipple into his mouth while gently pinching and plucking the other. My fingers comb through his hair and I press his face into my breast just a bit harder.
I rake my nails up, down, and across his back and I am rewarded with a deep, sexy groan. Slowly, he moves, placing open mouth kisses between the valley of my breasts and down my stomach.
He slips his hand into the space between my skin and the little bit of panty I’m wearing. He looks up for my permission. I arch my back and wiggle my hips, helping Cole peel them off me, tossing them to the side.
He trails his fingertips up the inside of my leg, driving me a bit closer to insanity. I gasp and shudder under his touch. When he brushes against me in just the right way, it feels like I just might explode.
Cole stands up and gazes down at me, making me feel more than just naked, I’m completely vulnerable. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he growls.
The waist of his pants hang low showing off his flat stomach and the sexy v-cut of his muscles there. I bite my lip. I want to touch him – everywhere. My eyes follow his six-pack up to a strong chest and broad-shoulders. And it is all nicely wrapped up in unblemished golden skin.
His eyes never leave mine as he pushes his jeans and boxers down his legs, his hard-on saluting me as he kicks himself free of his clothes. He stands before me completely unabashed by his nakedness, and I take a moment to appreciate his perfection. The deep cut in his abs make my throat suddenly dry.
Cole is draped in darkness and shadows. The only light in the room comes from the moon reflecting on the crystal blue ocean. He is honed and toned and fighting fit and I almost climax just looking at him.
I can’t take my eyes off him and the way he moves. I watch transfixed as he stalks across the room, opens a drawer, and finds a small gold packet, which he places on the bed beside me.
Thank God one of us is thinking clearly.
He steps closer and I sit up reaching for him, watching the expression on his face tighten as I enclose my hand around him. He grits his teeth as I stroke him slowly. He abruptly pulls away. “Not yet.”
He pushes me back gently by the shoulder, hovering over me and mapping my body with his hands, making me squirm. My undulating hips bring his right hand sloping down my ribcage, dipping into my hipbone before meeting the slick flesh between my legs.
I buck at his gentle touch, setting the fire in my stomach roaring. I breathe sharply as he slides a finger between the fleshy folds, running up and down teasingly, stopping short, and making me huff in frustration.
Without warning, he slides a single finger inside, stretching me open for him before adding a second. I can feel the heat of his intense gaze on my face as he sets a steady rhythm that has me helplessly bucking and keening against him.
He doubles his efforts, moving faster, angling his fingers to hit a spot inside me that I hadn't known existed. I let out a cry as he moves his thumb for added pressure while his mouth attacks my breasts, making my legs quiver.
It is all too much, the mass stimulation sending me into a body wracking orgasm. Head tipping backwards, I scream his name as I come undone.
When I come back to my senses, I find he has removed his fingers, and is kissing and sucking the underside of one of my breasts, watching me with great interest. I stare right back at him with a huge grin, having never had an orgasm so quickly before. I definitely made the right choice in allowing Cole to be my first one-nighter.
Just looking at him, I feel the spark of arousal flicker back into life, and with shaky hands I encourage him back over me, wrapping my arms around his torso and leaning up to kiss him slowly.
I lifts my hips a little so that my arousal rubs against him, "I want you inside me," I whisper into his ear, my cheeks turning scarlet at the words, having never said something so filthy before. Cole lets out a huff against my neck.
He leans back, slips on a condom, and gently guides himself inside. I tense, expecting it to be painful from the sheer size of him, but he slides in slowly and painlessly, inch by incredible inch. I moan as I feel myself stretching around him, feeling only pure pleasure as he fills me.
He slips an arm under my back and lifts me up. I wrap my legs around him, completely open to him. He presses further until he is completely inside me. No one had ever been so deep inside me, opened me up so much.
Once I relax into him, he begins to slowly glide back and thrust into me. I can see the strain in him as if he’s fighting the urge to go fast and hard. My eyes close as I take deep pleasure in the fullness inside of me, my nails digging into his back, my hips rising to meet his.
Together, we begin a slow dance as we get to know each other’s body. He takes his time with long, slow strokes. Until he stops, motionless, pausing long enough to pull out with excruciating slowness, and then flutters his engorged tip against me in a way that sends wildfire scorching through me and making my toes curl.
As our movements sync, Cole sets a more frenzied pace, his hands roaming every inch of my skin he can reach. He throws my legs around his shoulders, and then pushes into me even deeper than before. He grips my legs and pumps into me hard. "Fuck." I hiss out as he set a brutal pace— a pace that has me all but screaming.
White flashes of light dance behind my closed eyelids at the force of his thrusts. Add that to the heat that his bod
y is giving off like a furnace and it felt like the sun had taken residence in the room. His guttural groans and grunts mingle with my own moans and whimpers. The mixed scents of our arousal hang in the air like a thick fog.
Whether it’s the liquid courage or simply Cole, I suddenly feel brave enough to take what I want. So I push him to the side, rolling with him so that I land on top with him still inside. Cole is momentarily shocked, before appreciatively looking up at me, sliding his hands along my smooth thighs. I lay my hands flat on his chest, and slowly begin moving on top of him, letting out a breathless whimper, my head tilting back in pleasure as the angle changes, my clit grinding against his pubic bone.
Cole keeps his eyes on me, his hands clenched on my thighs. Our eyes are locked as I ride him, lifting up and gliding down so slowly I can feel every inch of him invade me.
His hands move to my hip, lifting and lowering me against him, and I love the feel of his strength and power commanding my body to do as he pleases. And he definitely knows exactly what he’s doing.
As I pick up the pace, he sits upright, startling me a little, and settles his hands on my backside once more. I wind my arms around his shoulders, crushing my breasts between us as I start moving again.
Cole muffles my moans with his kisses. He helps guide our thrusts, pulling me onto him more and more quickly as my walls start shuddering around him. I feel his lips on mine and his strength radiating through my being. I run my hands through his hair, and in that instant I cry out as the orgasm rolls through me in waves and I pulse around him, until finally I am a limp rag doll. Cole takes over and with a few sporadic thrusts, he groans my name as he comes, too.
We pant together for a moment before Cole collapses back in bed, taking me with him, leaving me lying boneless and sated on his chest.
CHAPTER 2
SLOWLY, I BEGIN TO WAKE, ONE SENSE AT A TIME. The first to register is my hearing. The sound of water running in the shower echoes on the walls in the bathroom. I’m confused. Who’s showering in my hotel room?
Next, I slowly begin to recognize the dull throb in my head that quickly escalates to a full-on pounding headache. Shit, I definitely drank too much.
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