One Night With Her (5 page)

“I like that you were looking.”

“Really?”

“Yes,” he said, and seconds later the
elevator doors opened with a
swish
, then closed with a
swoosh
. Faint music played inside, a low beat, sexy and
moody. The lighting was dim and silver walls flashed their faces
back at them in a midnight-blue glow. Michelle was sure this hotel
was rarely used for business.

“Are you sure you were here for a business
deal?”

He raised an eyebrow. “Why?”

“Because this is a sex hotel. I think that’s
the only reason people come here.”

“Then isn’t it good that we met here?” he
asked, but before she could answer, he spun her around, so she
faced the wall of the elevator as the lift chugged upstairs. He
crowded her in, and she gripped the bar as he pressed his body
against her, his firm chest flush with her spine, and his erection
against her lower back. The hard, full, thick length of it.

She sighed happily, and grinned at him in
the reflection, then pushed back against him, letting him know she
liked what she felt.

“I’m glad you approve,” he said, in her ear,
his voice low, raspy, and thoroughly intoxicating.

“Seems I do so far,” she said, as lust
washed through her.

As the elevator soared, he tugged her in
closer, and the heat in her core shot up. He traveled from her ear
to the back of her neck, leaving a trail of hot, wet kisses that
made her belly clench and her thighs tighten. His hands roamed down
her sides to her waist, her hips, her thighs, as he ground against
her backside, giving her a hint of what was in store. “What do you
want me to do to you when we get in that room?” he said, and then
she gasped when she felt his hand on the back of her knee, brushing
his fingertips against her bare flesh.

“What are my choices?”

“Here are some options. Lick you, finger
you, or fuck you?”

Her eyes floated closed as a wave of sparks
shot through her body like a flare gun. She licked her lips. “I’m
hungry. Can I have the one, two and three, please?”

“As you wish.” He moved his hand up her
thigh, and she gripped the armrest harder because her legs felt
wobbly from his touch. Then his palm was on her rear, and he teased
at the lace of her panties with his fingers, trailing them along
the edge, one finger hooking into the band. “You do have a
fantastic fucking ass. Both cheeks are gorgeous,” he said.

“Thank you,” she said softly, loving his
compliments.

The lift slowed as they neared the
twenty-first floor.

“Almost there,” he mused as he brushed his
fingers along the edge of her ass. Instinctively, she shifted her
stance, opening wider, giving him access even if they were only in
this elevator for ten more seconds. She wanted to be touched so
badly it felt like a madness. Like she’d go insane if he teased her
more with those fingers that seemed to know the path around her
body. He dipped his thumb under her panties, then edged closer to
where she was molten for him.

“And you are so fucking wet already,” he
growled, lightly brushing his fingers over the damp scrap of
fabric. Her back bowed, her body crying out for his touch. “Is this
all from when I kissed you at the bar?”

“No. It’s from you trying to fuck me in an
elevator,” she said, firing back. She wasn’t some blushing virgin,
or some innocent wide-eyed girl, who’d never seen the world nor
heard a foul word from a man. She might have been terribly unlucky
in love, but she knew plenty about sex, and she wasn’t going to
play the part of a sweet, shy thing. But he didn’t seem to want her
to, because he slipped his hand between her legs, sliding a finger
through her slick flesh.

“Good, because I want to fuck you in the
elevator. In the hallway. On the bed. In the shower. I have wanted
to fuck you since I first saw you,” he said as the elevator stopped
and the doors opened. They spilled out and the hall was empty.
Praise the Lord of One-Night Stands, because he pushed her up
against the wall in seconds, grabbing her wrists and holding them
at her sides, and kissing her so hard that she was sure she might
melt into a puddle of simmering lust and heat. She was wanted.
Desperately wanted. By someone she craved. She had no notion when
she walked into The Pierson that she’d be doing anything but
walking out an hour later when her talk was done. But her plan for
the evening had been upended, turned and twisted inside out into
something entirely unexpected. And something she didn’t think she
could stand going without. Her whole body pulsed for him, her blood
thrumming through her veins to the rhythm of want, a pounding in
her ears that blotted out everything but the feelings that charged
through her.

She spent so much time in her head. So many
moments of her life thinking, analyzing, considering.

Throwing that all out the door, she angled
her hips as if she could pull him closer, even with her hands
pinned. He responded with a press of his body. They were magnets
tonight, crashing into their opposite charge, smashing, pushing,
pulling.

His thumbs dug into her wrists as he held
her tight, the pressure from them a new kind of sensation, hard
against her bones. His lips smashed against hers, his mouth
consuming her, taking her breath, taking her space, leaving nothing
behind but hot need.

Now.
That word echoed in her brain.
She couldn’t wait. She couldn’t stop. She wanted him everywhere.
Tongues, lips, mouth, fingers, but most of all she wanted him
inside her. She ached with a deep throbbing desire that had to be
quenched.

She managed to somehow separate her lips
from his greedy ones that wanted to devour her.

“Jack,” she breathed out in a voice that was
feather-thin. She was barely able to form words. Language seemed a
monumental task, akin to climbing a mountain right now. Words were
hazy, nebulous, but somehow she grabbed hold of the most important
ones.

“I need you inside me. I can’t wait for
anything else.”

“I can’t wait to give you a much better
orgasm than the one you were going to give yourself,” he said,
grabbing her hand, threading his fingers through hers and leading
her around the bank of elevators and to the room. He slid the key
into the slot and turned around, grabbing the waistband of her
skirt, tugging her in close, and kissing her once more, as if he
couldn’t stop. As if he simply had to touch her and taste her.
First her jawline, then her lips, then deep into her mouth, kissing
her passionately and with so much fire that she was certain she was
going to set off smoke detectors any second.

But even if she did, she wouldn’t stop. Let
them sound. Let them ring.

* * *

They didn’t even make it to the bed.

There was no point.

Beds were for the next time. For all-night
sessions. For lovers that had been together before. For this? The
first time called for the wall, because they couldn’t wait. He’d
been hard since she sat down at the bar, that hot body taunting him
in her sexy outfit that she didn’t even realize was sexy. Or hell,
maybe she did.

As the door clanged shut, he backed her up
against the wall, reached his hand behind her head, and unclipped
her hair. Her soft brown hair spilled onto her shoulders and over
his fingers.

“Beautiful,” he whispered, kissing her hair
that smelled like jasmine. “Can I call you beautiful?”

She nodded. “Yes.”

“Then stand with your feet spread,
beautiful, and rock your sweet little body into my mouth,” he told
her, her eyes widening with both surprise and lust as he bent down,
kneeling, and pushed up her skirt in seconds. “I have to taste
you.”

“Don’t let me stop you,” she said, her lips
curling up, and he liked that she was so quick to talk back. A
naughty one. A woman unafraid to speak her mind. He reached for her
panties—black lace—and brought them down to her knees, then leaned
in. He was dying to run his tongue along that enticing seam of her
pussy lips. Spread them open and let her wetness flood his mouth.
But first he wanted to inhale her scent, so he ran his nose along
her thighs, feeling her quiver against his cheek.

“You smell so fucking good,” he said
roughly.

“Oh, God,” she panted. He looked up and
watched her as her head fell back against the wall. He hadn’t even
touched her yet, and she was already grasping for his hair, trying
to draw him near. Heat tore through him at her reaction, and he
buzzed his lips and nose closer to her delicious center, breathing
in her sexiness, inhaling her arousal.

The scent of her desire shot through him
like an earthquake rumbling across the land. He pressed one soft
kiss against her swollen clit, and she gasped. “Please,” she cried
out, her voice ragged as it turned from sexy banter to bare
need.

“Oh, beautiful, you make me want to tease
you,” he said, brushing his lips against her inner thighs, her
wetness covering his stubbled jawline. Perfect. “You make me want
to make you beg for it when you say that word.”

“Please don’t make me beg,” she said,
gripping his hair.

“I won’t tonight, even though it drives me
wild when you say
please
.”

“Touch me. Just touch me,” she said, panting
now. The need from her was so intense it tore through him, lust
spreading across every inch of his body.

But he couldn’t resist the game. “Tell me
what you want,” he said, making it clear this was an order. “Say
it. Tell me where you want my mouth right now.”

“Please, Jack. Lick me, eat me, taste me,
fuck me with your tongue.”

He hissed out a breath. God, he loved that
kind of mouth.

He licked her once, groaning from the
intoxicating taste of her wet pussy. Flattening his tongue, he
licked her again and she cried out. She let go of his hair, and
brought her right hand to her chest. Touching herself, feeling her
own breast. Fuck, that was hot.

“I need you to do something,” he told her,
looking up at her.

“Yes?” she said, her eyes hazy.

“Give me all of your pussy. Don’t hold
back.”

That was all she needed. One piece of
instruction, and she took it quickly. She started rocking her hips
into his face as he kissed her delicious wetness, narrowing in on
her clit, sucking it in his mouth as she arched into him. He
glanced up again; her lips were parted, her mouth open, her
breathing turning into erratic pants, signaling her need. She was
so damn sensuous. She was like sex on fire.

She ran her other hand through her hair,
gripping it hard, and in that instant he could picture her as she
masturbated, threading a hand through her hair or fondling a breast
as she took herself there. There was something about a sexy woman
who liked to play with herself that brought him to his knees. Maybe
it was why he did what he did for a living, but to find a woman
this gorgeous who was so clearly in touch with her own need to come
made his blood turn hotter than hell.

“Oh God, please stop,” she called out.

He looked up at her, but didn’t cease the
attention he lavished on her swollen clit. He lapped her up,
flicking his tongue against her, causing her to buck against his
mouth. The thought of being covered in her juices stiffened his
cock even further, straining against his zipper.

“Stop, you have to stop, you have to stop,”
she said, like a plea.

He relented, pulling back. “You okay?”

“Yes. I’m just going to come so soon, and I
want to do it with you inside me.”

As much as he wanted to press his hands on
the inside of her thighs, spread her wider and ignore her request,
he was also a gentleman, and if the lady wanted something different
far be it from him to deny her wishes.

He rose, starting to unzip his pants. “I’m
only stopping because you asked. But since you denied me the
pleasure of tasting you come, I want to warn you that I fully
intend to tease the ever-loving fuck out of your pussy the next
time I’m down there.”

His eyes were fixed on her, and he watched
as she shivered, her shoulders shaking briefly as if his words had
sent a wave of pleasure through her body. “I can live with that,”
she said, and in seconds she was unknotting his tie and unbuttoning
his shirt in a flurry. She pressed her hands against his chest, and
he hissed in a breath at the feel of her touch on his bare skin for
the first time.

“Please tell me you have a condom,” she
said.

He nodded, grinned at her as she worked the
final buttons. “I do, and it’s kind of a funny story because I
didn’t have one when I walked into this hotel,” he said,
reciprocating with her shirt, stripping it off. “When I got the
room, I asked the desk clerk if he happened to have a condom. He
winked at me, slapped one in my palm, and said ‘Always happy to
help a dude out.’”

She laughed, the sound like a wind chime,
and it dropped down in his heart for the briefest of moments. What
the hell? This was a one-night stand. He wasn’t supposed to feel
anything anywhere except in his groin, so he focused on that,
ignoring the fact that he’d had a fantastic time with her at the
bar, and that one of the reasons he wanted her so badly was that he
liked her mind as much as her body.

But her body . . . here before him . . .
that’s what he needed right now, and he had a mission—make her come
once, twice, then a third time. A night like this, a woman like
her, one time would never satisfy him.

He took the condom from his pocket. He
guided her hand back to his briefs, and pressed her palm against
his erection. She drew a sharp breath as she touched him for the
first time, and her reaction sent a shiver down his spine. “I
like,” she whispered.

“Good,” he said softly, moving her hands to
the waistband. “Take them off.”

She pushed his unzipped pants and his briefs
down to his knees, then stared at his cock. She ran the tip of her
tongue across her teeth and swallowed hard.