7

Tingles remained, my pussy clenching and releasing. Even a single bead of perspiration trickled down the back of my neck.

After finishing the five olives from both glasses, tossing back a solid half of the second drink, I asked for the check, leaving the man with the reprehensible name a huge tip. Then I headed for my room, a little tipsier and less in mourning than before.

As I rounded the corner, heading down the corridor, I couldn’t help myself, stopping long enough to remove my heels. There was something decadent about walking barefoot toward my room. I was surprisingly more relaxed than I’d been in a long time.

All because of a kiss, but not just any kiss. One so powerful I remained lightheaded.

A sudden flash occurred out of the corner of my eye and before I had the chance to make a single sound, a warm body was shoved against mine.

Correction, a body as ablaze as mine.

I dropped my shoes as the man thrust me against the alcove wall, pressing the full weight of his frame against me. I was instantly driven back in the moment of rapture, my senses finally awakened. Where I’d acted like a frozen statue, this time I was more aggressive, pawing at his tee shirt until I was able to slide both my hands underneath. I’d been right. The single touch of his skin against my fingertips was almost too much, overwhelming in both heat and vibrations.

The man was like a primal beast, the look of him even more predatory than it had been in the bar. I was lost in the moment, trying to control my actions and failing miserably.

“You want me,cherie.”

“Of course not.”

“You’re not a very good liar.”

“You might be surprised.”

“With you, nothing would surprise me.”

The shocking moment of wanting nothing more than to let go became overwhelming.

And so, I became someone else, a girl who had no inhibitions.

Still flustered, another wave of shooting current snagged my breath all over again. There was a frenzied need the two of us shared, but while I was tugging at his clothes, he’d planted his hands on either side of me, allowing me to take a few minutes of control.

Somehow, I knew that was short lived.

His tongue deep-throated me and all I could think about was sucking his cock. I wasn’t certain what kind of person that mademe other than accepting the possibility that Jenny had also been right about needing to get laid. I honestly couldn’t remember the last time Matt and I had been intimate, which was telling all on its own.

We’d been a bad fit. Now, kissing this man, this incredible stranger who’d started a fire that refused to be squelched had awakened Sleeping Beauty. I wasn’t certain where the moral lines began and ended any longer and I honestly didn’t give a hoot. When he eased his hand under my dress, I was profoundly thankful I’d worn my sexiest thong, bold and bodacious red in color.

He rubbed his finger down the outside of my thigh before crawling his fingers to my damp mound. The lingEricag scent of my desire was already wafting between us, which would normally be embarrassing, but right now I was far too aroused to care. When he rubbed his hand across my mound, I moaned into the kiss, startled at the additional electric sensations.

No man had created this kind of reaction inside me, and I was torn between shoving him away for fear of never being able to let him go and the fact for all I knew, he could be a serial killer or rapist. I’d always valued my sixth sense about people, and it was as if it had been shut down completely.

Should that be a red flag?

He didn’t allow me any additional time to reflect, wrapping a single finger around the thin elastic of my thong. Using the same arm and the power of his wrist that he’d used on the smarmy guy, the light snapping sound was followed by a solid rip as the material was torn from my body.

I reacted more appropriately, using both hands to shove him away. My usual reactions kicked in and I overreacted, slapping my hand across his face, gasping as soon as I did.

He took the brunt of the blow by turning his head and closing his eyes. As I pressed my hand across my mouth to try to squelch the squeal ready to push up from my throat, his chest rose and fell several times.

Then he turned his head once more, the deep growl he issued inhuman.

Predatory.

The word fit him perfectly, the small light in the alcove highlighting the twinkle in his eyes as they faded into darkness.

“You will pay for that,cherie.” He ripped the hotel room card from my firm grip, not bothEricag to pay any attention to what he was doing as he slipped the card into the slot. The slight click came seconds later, and he twisted the handle, yanking me off my feet as he pulled me inside.

“Meaning what?”

“Meaning I will punish you.” He spun me around and all I could think about was that I was grateful for leaving the light on by my bed. Then he tossed me in the middle of it, immediately yanking off his tee shirt.

I scrambled to get up, his quick actions preventing me from doing so. I jerked to my knees, swishing my hair back and forth. “How do you think you’re going to do that?”

He had yet to crack a smile, the smoldEricag looks he gave me tearing apart the last of my inhibitions.

“I’m going to punish you first with my tongue. Then with my hand.”

“Your tongue, huh? And how do you propose to do that?” I marveled at his chest, the way bold ink covered the upper portion in ornate designs. I was also grateful for the fact his stomach was devoid of any covEricags, which allowed me to bask in his sculpted abs, the deep beginnings of a V falling from his hips to what I knew had to be nirvana.

Without any hesitation and to my utter surprise, he yanked my aching body free from the dress I’d painstakingly selected prior to heading to the bar. Now all I could think about was that I was happy I’d taken the time to change instead of remaining in the bridesmaid’s dress.

Then I was forced to drag my mind back into some sense of reality since I was on my knees in the middle of a hotel room bed completely naked in front of a stranger.

And I didn’t even know his name.

The reality was sinful, enough I drove my hand against his chest once again. “You didn’t answer the question. What do you have in mind?”

He took a deep breath, holding it then expelling the explosive heat across my cheeks and jaw. Then he cupped both sides of my face, the look in his eyes downright carnal.

As if the man was going to feast on me for days.

“First, I’ll give you a tongue lashing. Then I’ll spank that sweet bottom of yours.”

“Then after that?” I dared ask as I rolled my finger down his chest.

“Then I’ll fuck you, my cherie. Raw, heated passion that will haunt you for days.”

“And what if I say no?”

He issued a dark, demanding growl. “Is that what you want?”

“No.”

“Then tell me exactly what you need,cherie.”

The hesitation was all about the good girl inside of me doing everything to drive aside the really bad vixen who’d fought for far too long to stay hidden. However, what could it hurt to toss aside the woman I’d been for a single night? After all, I’d never see him again. What the heck.

Be a bad girl…

“Fuck me. Please. Just fuck me.”