I reached around and grazed the small of her back. “Do you want to know what I think of you?”
“I can feel it. When you were approaching us at the bar, a heat moved through my body, and when you stood there with my friends, it happened again. And now, I can feel it once more. There’s nothing simple or secretive about your stare, Mr. Boston. I don’t know if just any girl could feel it, but I certainly can.”
I gazed at her glossy lips—their roundness, fullness—and pulled away a piece of hair stuck to them.
“Am I right when I say you can’t stop thinking about devouring me?”
A sound came out of me that was half growl, half chuckle. “Yes.”
“Well, you have me here. What are you going to do with me?”
I took a step back, shaking my head. “I’m going to spend as much time as I can admiring you because one, I can’t believe you’re finally in my presence, and two, you look even more incredible than you did in that photo—something I didn’t think was possible.” When I stepped toward her again, my hand dived into her hair, holding it, squeezing the locks into my palm. That was when my dick started to fucking throb. “And sexy. Love, you’re so goddamn sexy.”
“I’m blushing. The lace is just hiding it.”
My hand moved to her face, palming her cheek, tilting it up toward me. “You know, since we Hooked, there’s something that’s been eating at me.”
“Yeah?”
“I think I mentioned—or maybe I didn’t—that it’s almost statistically impossible to match at one hundred percent.” Was that a conversation we’d had through text or one that had taken place only in my head? I couldn’t remember—she was making everything fuzzy and impossible to recall. “That means we’re perfectly compatible, and I’d wondered what that would feel like when I finally met you.”
Her hand landed on my chest, dropping as low as the center of my abs. “How does it feel?”
“It’s hard to describe.”
I saw the whiteness of her teeth, the nipping of her bottom lip. “How about I take a stab at it?” She paused. “There’s this tingling in your chest that’s moving low, low, low, but it doesn’t disappear. It restarts like a constant loop. And this flutter, like the feathers from the ceiling are tickling every inch of your skin.” Her chest rose and fell, visible only because the top of her dress was so fitted. “And there’s this constant urge to touch me.”
“Yes.” I nodded. “All of that. Every bit.”
“Mr. Boston, do you know what I find interesting?”
Her voice was like this mesmerizing song, one I could listen to forever. “Tell me.”
“This app was created for hook-ups, one-night stands, where you get what you want and move on. So, technically, after tonight, there’s a chance I’ll never see you again. Never talk to you again. We’ll share something so wild and passionate . . . and then be done.”
Hearing her define a night of sex, using wild and passionate, was so fucking hot.
And before Love, that was all I had wanted.
One night.
But the need to see her again, touch her again, before I even had her, was overwhelming.
As those thoughts resonated, they shocked my system.
I’d developed Hooked for the opposite reason—the reason Love had just described. Why was I suddenly making this so complicated?
Why was I craving more?
She was the answer to all those questions.
The feeling in my body, the tightening in my chest. Two things that would have happened even if we hadn’t matched so high.
“Love, there are no rules. We can do anything we want, even if that means seeing each other after tonight.”
She drained what was left in her glass. “I like that.” She glanced at the watch on her wrist. “But before we decide anything, let’s see how good we are together. Mr. Boston, you have exactly fifteen minutes. What are you going to do with me?”
“Fifteen minutes? Now that’s not a lot of time.”
“Time, unfortunately, just isn’t something I have much of tonight.”
Why was I disappointed with that answer?
Why did it hit so hard when I realized that once those minutes passed, she would be gone? Out of my hands. When, in my mind, I’d planned to spend the whole night with her, and that was a thought I liked much more.
Or maybe it was just the thought that I’d be able to have sex all night long. That it had nothing to do with her at all.
Shit, I didn’t know.
I was so far outside my usual territory, everything felt jumbled and confusing.
“But fifteen minutes . . .” I laughed. “That’s barely even enough to get me started.”
“It’s something.” She shifted her hair from one shoulder to the other. “And it’s all you’re getting, so how are you going to spend those minutes? How will you make me never forget you? Or, I guess in this case, want to reach out to you again?”
My hands clutched the air, closing into fists, then releasing. “Can I use my mouth?”
“You can use anything you want.” She traced a finger down my chest.
“Anything?”
She nodded.
“And I can take you anywhere?”
She looked at her watch again. “You’re down to fourteen minutes. Ticktock.”
I had a room upstairs in the hotel, but it would take a few minutes to get us to the elevator and onto the high floor, and that was time I didn’t want to waste.
But fourteen minutes? Hell, I’d planned to spend at least that and more just going down on her.
I took the glass out of her hand and placed it, along with mine, on a nearby table, and said, “The first thing I’m doing is getting you out of here.”
I led her out of the ballroom and into a stairwell.
I wouldn’t have known this spot even existed had I not been here earlier, when the decorator and her staff were setting up the ballroom. This was the entrance they had used to bring everything in from the parking lot. When I’d passed through several hours ago, I’d noticed the small alcove under the staircase.
Now that I was getting us closer to it, I noticed the space was just high enough that I could stand. Wide enough that I could hold her back against the wall. And hidden just enough that if someone were to walk in, they would have to really look for us.Once I had her in position, she took a look around the tiny area. “Creative.” Her eyes landed back on mine. “But the question remains: What are you going to do with me now that you have me here?”“It’s not what I’m going to do with you.” I lowered my face, my lips landing on her neck. “It’s what I’m going to do to you.”I didn’t need to ask for permission—she’d already given that to me.What I needed was a taste before I could go any further.My hands went to the wall on both sides of her and I dived toward her mouth. Even though I was in a rush, I didn’t immediately kiss her. I hovered over her lips, waiting, breathing.Fantasizing.Taking in her scent, which was a mix of a tropical breeze and a piña colada and a coconut macaroon.And
I wanted it rolling down my throat, where I could store it forever.So I gave her more, a fierce combination of my hand and tongue, until I sensed she was getting to a point where she wouldn’t return, and that was when I rose. I didn’t bother taking my pants off—time was far too limited at this point. I just unzipped them, my hard-on popping through the hole of my boxer briefs and out the fly of my pants. With an urgency I hadn’t felt before, I tore off the corner of the foil with my teeth, and once I had myself covered in the latex, I growled, “I need you. Now.” I lifted her legs, wrapping them around my waist. And while I continued to aim the back of her shoulders against the wall, I slowly thrust in. My head fell back. My balls clenched. “You’re so tight.”“And you’re huge,” she hissed. “Jesus, Mr. Boston.”I stayed buried, not moving at all to allow her to get used to me.While she constricted around my shaft, her breathing turned labored, her nails now digging through my jacket a
She laughed. “Ruthless.”“Maybe when I get that second shot, we can negotiate.”“I’m up for that challenge.” Her hand went to my chest softly. Our stares locked, her holding my gaze like she didn’t want to let it go. And then she rose on her toes, her mouth eventually reaching mine, where she gave me the gentlest kiss. “Ticktock.”The moment her mouth and hand left me, I looked down to pull off the condom and zip myself up, and before I could say another word, she was gone.CHAPTER FIVEMe: Love, I can’t get you out of my head, which means I’m ready for that second shot with you. But, this time, I want the mask off. I want to see your whole face. I want to see what you look like while I’m making you scream.SaarasLove: Hiiiii.SaarasLove: Hottest text award goes to: youuuuu.Me: Is that a yes?SaarasLove: Mr. Boston, it sounds like you’ve missed me.Me: I had a good time the other night, so yes, I’ve missed you. And, like I said, I’ve thought about you a lot.SaarasLove: Just curious,
I exhaled. “What I’ve tasted so far, in person and through the app, has only made me want more.”“You didn’t crave those things with her?”“No. I didn’t even know her, Love, nor did I take the time to know her.”“Ohhh.”I laughed. “You like that answer?”“Mr. Boston, must I remind you that this app is for the kind of man and woman who don’t want a second round. It’s for adults who have the ability to move on without getting involved.”Her tone told me she was teasing, flirting, trying to draw a reaction out of me.A side of her that was completely adorable.I couldn’t hide my smile. “Are you shooting me down, Love?” I didn’t wait for a response and continued, “Are you afraid I could give you everything you’ve ever wanted and you might develop feelings that are incredibly strong? I’m talking all-consuming, mind-blowing love, and suddenly . . . you want to run?”“Ahhh, two can play that game, huh?” I heard her grin. “I’m not afraid of anything, especially not love—I just don’t know that
A way that would hopefully take care of this raging hard-on she’d already given me.“Why don’t you tell me what you’re wearing, Love.”There was a brief pause. “Well, I just got back from a run, so I’m in a pair of running shorts and a tank top. Sneakers. Socks. I wish I could say I was in something sexier, but this is reality.”“Athletic clothes are one of my favorite things on a woman, so I would guarantee you look sexy as fuck right now.”“What’s so hot about running clothes?”“Well, for starters, I’m sure the shorts are cropped high, showing your unbelievable legs.” I grabbed my dick as I made my way over to the bed. “I’m hard just thinking about the way you look in them. And then there’s your tank top that gets more see-through as you sweat, showing those perfect tits and the curve of your waist and dip of your ass.” I took a seat on the bed, leaning back against the headboard. “I bet your nipples are hard, and I bet you can see them through the tank.”There was movement, rustlin
“I’m”—she pulled in air—“soaking.”I wanted to see that again.I wanted to taste it.I wanted to swallow it down my throat.“How easy would it be for you to slip in a finger?”“I wouldn’t even have to try. It would go right in.”“Goddamn it.” I was stroking harder, faster. “I want you circling, staying on the outside. Go all around, spreading your wetness. And while you’re doing that, add more pressure to your clit.”“Ah!”“Feels good, doesn’t it?”“I . . . want it.”“Tell me what you want.”“My finger. I need it.”“Because you want to come?”She moaned, “Yes.”The image of her legs open and wide, her hand between them, her finger on the verge of entering—there was nothing hotter.“Do it,” I ordered. “But just one, not two.”“Ahhh.”“Is it all the way in?”“Yesss.”“Are you dipping it in and out?”Her breath came out labored when she said, “I’m moving quickly. I can’t stop. It feels too good.”So was I.My balls were already tightening as I fisted my dick. I normally used lube, lotion
“More.”I turned off the water, staring at myself in the mirror. My cheeks flushed. My hair half-dry. My pupils expanded, almost dilated.But underneath those physical changes was something else.A feeling.A feeling that equaled exactly what she wanted.More.What is Love doing to me?I shook my head, returning to the moment, and said, “Are you telling me I’m the best you’ve ever had?”“Yes.”“You know, the more I learn your body, it’s only going to get better.”“I’m afraid of that.”I still focused on my reflection but paused my movements. “Says the girl who isn’t afraid of anything.”She was quiet for a moment. “I wasn’t . . . until you.”CHAPTER SEVENMe: Good morning, gorgeous. I’m back from Manhattan and I’d love to see you. Are you free tonight? Tomorrow?Me: Or maybe this weekend?Me: You there?Me: Shit, you really are playing hard to get now, aren’t you?Me: I’m going to stop bugging you. Call me when you return.SaarasLove: Hiiii!Me: Wow . . . long time no talk, sexy girl.
CHAPTER EIGHT“I swear you just walked by me,” Love said as I held the phone to my ear.I chuckled as I rushed to keep up with Grayson, who had now gained a lead since I’d stopped to answer my phone. “What makes you think that?”“I’m sitting outside a coffee shop in the Back Bay, sipping an espresso, and this guy passes my table. He has a heavy amount of scruff on his cheeks, strong jawline, sharp nose. Just like you. We catch eyes at the very beginning, you know, when he approaches the start of the sitting area. It can’t be more than ten or twelve paces long, and the whole time he gives me this soft grin. The kind that spreads across your face when you know something about someone, but you don’t want to let on. Do you know what I’m talking about?”“Yes.”“He continued to look at me that way during those ten paces, holding my gaze until he was gone.”A weird, unexplained, unfamiliar pang hit my chest.A feeling that came out of nowhere.I’d never been jealous of another man . . . unti