Josh wasted no time in locking the door and pulling off his shirt. They were finally alone, really alone, and they had all the time in the world. Or the next twelve hours, which was practically the same. He burned with the need to feel her skin against his.
“Now you’re in a hurry,” Rose murmured.
“Just being responsible. Here.” He grabbed a bag from the closet. “Drop your clothes in. You should have your curry-free skirt back in a couple of hours.”
She reached for a zipper on the side of her skirt. “But what will we do for the next few hours without our clothes?”
He pulled her close, bumping their noses together. “Watch the channel that tells us about all of the hotel amenities?”
“One of my favorite pastimes. Sold. Unless… You were you hoping to do something else?”
A mix of frustration and desire pushed his breath out in a growl. “Just get naked, woman.”
Rose suck out her tongue. “Ordinarily, I do not put up with pushy men. On the other hand, I do need to get the curry sauce out of my clothes.
She pushed the skirt to the floor, followed by a sleek V-neck top. There she stood in nothing but a bright red thong and a matching bra. All satiny and lacy and pulling him toward her like a bright beacon.
He stopped short, taking her in. The generous curve of her hips, the sexy swell of her belly and breasts, the pure femininity that was Rose, was a sight to behold. All nothing, though, compared to her dark eyes and wicked smile.
He committed her to memory, burning her image into his brain. Their last time, he hadn’t known it would be his last chance with her. This time, he did know. She didn’t want a relationship with him anymore, and he was relieved that she’d said something before he’d made a fool of himself asking for more. Now, he intended to enjoy this night with her to the fullest.
He stepped forward but his foot hit something. One of Harrison’s stuffed animals. He nudged the ratty bear under the pullout sofa with his foot and hoped the naked woman in front of him hadn’t noticed.
Rose put her hands to her hips. “Hey. Are you all right?”
“Absolutely fine.”
No, he wasn’t fine. So much shit spun around in his brain. Harrison. Dave. His upcoming meeting that he didn’t want to think about but couldn’t afford to forget. Rose.
He didn’t want to say goodbye to her again.
You have a mostly naked woman right in front of you. Move, for fuck’s sake.
“Okay. New plan.” He clapped his hands together. “On the bed. Now.”
She frowned. “You sure you’re okay?”
“Never better. I decided I wanted to kiss every major and minor erogenous zone on your body, and I’d like to begin sooner than later. Do you object?”
“Well, kind of. I don’t have my bra and thong off yet.” She swiftly removed them and tossed them into the laundry bag. “That’s better.”
He removed his own clothes and added them. The five seconds it took him to slip the bag into the hall were some of the longest in his life. “Great. Bed. Now.”
“Okay.” She mock-sighed as she climbed onto the bed. “But if this is how you talk to all of the women you get naked, then I think I know why you don’t get laid too often.”
He wrapped his arms around her from behind and captured the edge of her ear between his teeth. “You sound a little bored. Should I go get your clothes back?”
She turned, licking the tip of her tongue along his bottom lip. “Just kiss me.”
“If I have to.”
He fucking loved her laugh. Loved kissing her, too.
He loved everything with Rose. Everything then. Everything now.
He kissed her again, hard and slow, running his fingertips over the goose bumps that peppered her upper arms. He pulled away to meet her eyes. “You’re chilly?”
Her right eyebrow lifted. “Air conditioning. It happens. Maybe I wouldn’t be if you were pressed up against me again.”
“Then I guess I have a job to do.” He pushed a strand of hair behind her ear before pulling her close, kissing her, sliding his tongue along hers. Diving deeper into the heat of her mouth, he trailed the backs of his fingertips over her jaw and her throat as he tried to pull more gasps and moans out of her.
Her breasts, insistent and warm, pushed against his chest. He wanted to touch them but didn’t want to pull away. So he brushed his fingers under her arm, against her side, kissing her deeper, swallowing the deep sigh she released when his arms wrapped around her tightly.
“That feels good,” she whispered.
“Just good?” He’d have to do better. He trailed kisses over her jaw. Her neck. Along her shoulder. Down her stomach, and down some more.
She shivered in his arms and made a mewling noise. “Come on, Josh. You really think I’m that kind of girl?”
He laughed at the teasing light in her eye, landing a playful smack on her butt. “The kind of girl who likes to have a guy use his tongue to make her come? You were before. Has something changed?”
“Oh. No. I’m totally that kind of girl.” Rose’s smile made the room brighter. Her lightness felt so carefree, and he hadn’t been free of care in years. Maybe if he kissed her enough, touched her enough, he could absorb some of that free spirit.
“Perfect,” he whispered as he lowered her carefully to the bed. “Let me ask—how do you feel about your nipples?”
Rose laughed. “Well, I haven’t exactly lined them up against other women’s, but I think they’re pretty okay.”
“I think they’re fucking spectacular. Can I touch them? Kiss them? Bite them?”
He’d been with women who loved nipple play. And one who nearly kicked him out of bed for it. It was one of those things about which it paid to be right. “You liked it before. But things can change.”
“As long as I can do the same to you.” Her fingers trailed across his chest, brushing one nipple. The gentle touch went straight to his balls.
Fuck. Yes. “I’m pretty sure you can do anything you want to me.”
She bit her lip. “What if I wanted to, say, tie you up and put clothes pins all over your body?”
Part of him winced on the inside. Part of him definitely didn’t. Especially not when her fingernail flicked over his nipple again. “If you keep touching me the way you are now? I might be up for just about anything.”
“Good to know.”
Something to consider for next time, his mind whispered. But he kept the thought to himself. There wouldn’t be a next time. They’d already decided.
Stay in the moment, Josh.
He licked both her nipples in turn, gently grazing them with his teeth. He dropped kisses in the valley of her cleavage, above her belly, and across her hips. His fingertips dipped to brush her clit on his way to her inner thigh. Each buck of her hips and every breathy sigh sent him higher into the stratosphere.
He nuzzled just above her mound, taking in her sweet scent. “I can almost taste you.”
She laughed. “Well, not to sound impatient, but you could actually taste me. If you wanted. And by ‘if you wanted,’ I mean ‘please do, because I’m still a little amped up from last time and I’m throbbing so hard I’m afraid some part of me might literally explode.’”
“Well, let me see what I can do to relieve the pressure.”
The moan when he lowered his head to suck gently at her clit was worth everything. The way she tightened her thighs around him and pressed her heels into his back made his adrenaline surge. His hard dick pushed against the bed, aching in the best way possible as she tugged at his hair and squirmed underneath him.
Her enthusiasm had always been addicting. “You taste so good.”
“Less talking. More tongue.”
Oh yeah. “Yes, ma’am.” He breathed a puff of air over her exposed skin before returning to his task, massaging her intimate places with his tongue, and tasting and sucking until she made a vise with her thighs and screamed loud enough to alert the neighbors.
“Oh. My. God!”
His thoughts exactly.
He lay with his head on her thigh, panting hard, and throbbing from head to balls. “If anyone knocks on the door in the next five minutes, we can assume that the people next door have alerted the front desk of a crime.”
She slapped at his shoulder. “Stop. It wasn’t that loud.”
“My ears are ringing.”
She wiggled out from underneath him. Standing by the bed, she put her hands to her hips and arched one perfect eyebrow. “I do apologize. Can I make it up to you somehow? Or should I grab my things and go?”
It wasn’t as if she’d be able to leave if he took her up on the latter half of that offer. She’d be stuck in the lobby wearing a hotel bathrobe while she waited for them to finish washing her skirt and blouse. Not that she expected him to want her to leave, the way he was looking at her.
She rocked back on her heels, admiring the view. His cock stood out proudly, thick and imposing. His eyes scanned her face as if he saw something special and exciting there. Nobody else had looked at her with so much fascination.
Most guys were too busy rushing ahead to the “good” stuff. Josh looked at her as if that act alone was foreplay, and she had to admit she didn’t mind.
More than didn’t mind.
He reached for her hand. “There’s nothing to make up,” Josh murmured. “I always loved making you come. If you do feel bad though, maybe you could just wrap yourself around me a little longer. Like you said. Air conditioning.”
She laughed and flopped onto the bed, putting one leg over his. Her hand brushed his stomach, her finger teasing his hard length. His ab muscles bunched and tightened. “What about this guy?”
Josh looked down, playing at surprise. “Oh. Yeah. He’s a little worked up is all. Gets that way sometimes.”
“Looks uncomfortable.”
“Not at all. Totally comfortable. He’s kind of like one of those people who enjoys being angry all the time.”
“Oh.” Her eyes widened. “Then I should let him stay angry? You wouldn’t want me to touch him then?”
The look on his face. Priceless.
She gave the tip the gentlest brush with her fingers. He pressed his eyes shut, so she got bolder. “Shit, Rose. You’re going to kill me.”
“Maybe I could stroke it a little more.” Her thumb and fingers made a loose circle, brushing carefully.
He coughed. “I guess. If you want to.”
She grazed his nipple with her teeth. Straddled his thick chest. Shimmied lower, teasing, lifting up enough that she didn’t quite brush over his penis. Not stopping until she arrived at eye level with his manhood. “What if I wanted to taste it?”
He sucked a sharp breath. “Oh. Wow. That’s a definite no. No, I can’t let you do that. Unless you’re planning to lick it with your tongue. Maybe wrap your lips around it. Or suck on it. I guess that would be okay.”
“Oh.” She trailed gentle kisses up and down its length. “If you’re sure it’s okay. I wouldn’t want you to feel inconvenienced.”
His abs pulsed and contracted, gathering beads of sweat in spite of the room’s chill. “I’m willing to make sacrifices.”
She chuckled, sweeping her tongue from base to tip. Pulling away, she rose to find her purse. “Hang on. I’m pretty sure I have a condom in here. In which case, there are some other things we can try.”
His breath came in short bursts. “Oh. Cool. Yeah. We could…definitely…uh… Yeah.”
“You couldn’t possibly be more adorable.”
“Totally what I was going for.”
She bounced across the room to find the little pocket of personal items she kept in her handbag. She had to admit, this was fun. It had been too long since she’d met a guy who was this silly in bed.
Josh had always found ways to make sex fun. Not just getting off, but actual companionship came along with the package.
Far too many of her dating-app hookups had been with guys who either didn’t worry much about the woman’s pleasure, or worse, were already convinced they knew how to pleasure a woman but didn’t. Some guys could take direction, but there had been plenty of orgasmless sex she’d blundered through when she could have had a nice evening alone with her vibrator.
Dick Biggins might eat C batteries like a champ, but he always left her satisfied.
Then there was Josh. He’d made sure she was satisfied right off the top. Sad that this bar wasn’t met more often, but she appreciated his consideration. She kind of liked everything about him, if she was being honest. Josh 2.0 was hotter, more sensitive, and had sexy little lines around his eyes when he smiled. Between just her and her, he wasn’t at all the same cocky pretty boy he’d seemed the first time they met.
Even his commitment to his kid made him more attractive. Even though she didn’t really feel comfortable around kids.
“Everything okay over there?”
She plucked the condom from her purse and turned to find him smiling at her. Hard from head to toe, yet so relaxed against the pillows. One arm thrown casually over his head and his grin just crooked enough to hook her.
Suddenly, Rose realized she’d decided to forgive him. For that matter, she’d probably done it without deciding.
She grinned. “Everything’s great.” And to show him how great, she strode slow and steady to the foot of the bed. She brushed the condom wrapper’s sharp edge over the top of his foot just to tease him, and then up his calf and over his knee, moving higher as she crawled forward.
“Hello there,” he breathed.
“Hello.”
Beneath her, he squirmed. “Feels like I’ve been waiting to do this with you for fucking ever.”
Rose chuckled. Poor guy. After the last few days, he probably had a serious case of blue balls. Which she intended to remedy right then and there. She kissed him, taking the condom between her fingers to rip it open.
A loud thump sounded.
Across the room, someone had opened the door with a keycard but met the resistance of the security lock.
“Please tell me housekeeping got the wrong room,” she whispered.
“Joshua?” A woman Rose didn’t know called for the man whose thighs she was currently straddling. “Honey, I’m sorry, but Harris begged me to bring him back.”
“Dad? You in there? I don’t feel so good.”