Chapter 2
KENNEDY
Icouldn't believe I'd invited a man to my hotel room. There had been something about him standing on that balcony. His hands had gripped the railing tightly as if he were holding himself together while the wind whipped around us.
I was in town for a job, and I should have been evaluating the hotel and its employees. Instead, I was enjoying the evening with a stranger.
It wasn't something I'd ever done before. I was usually professional on an assignment. But tonight I'd wanted the release, the break from the monotony of traveling to a new place, always staying in a room in a different town. The hotels might have been different, but they always felt the same.
I got to know the area, sampled what the hotel had to offer, and rendered my opinion on what the owners could do to update the guest experience. I'd gotten a reputation for results.
I'd started out working for one hotel as an employee and quickly fell into a relationship with my manager.
I'd made a few suggestions to update the inn, and when our relationship came to light, I was let go, and he got credit for my ideas.
I vowed never to work for anyone else again, so I started my own business.
My reputation was slowly building, and the results spoke for themselves.
The work meant a lot of nights away from my new beachfront condo. I was out of town more often than not. It was exhausting, but it was nice to be in demand and to have my opinion respected.
Now I was naked and straddling this guy's lap. "I didn't catch your name."
His hand settled on my back. "Boone."
"Kennedy."
He pulled me close so that I felt his hard dick. "It's nice to meet you Kennedy."
It would only take one move, and the tip would be inside me. We were playing a dangerous game. I'd only just gotten his name, and I was rubbing myself all over him. "I can't think of a better introduction."
He sucked one nipple into his mouth, and I gasped.
This was exactly what I needed. One night with a man who knew what he wanted and went after it. It didn't hurt that he knew his way around a woman's body.
I hadn't felt so attracted to anyone in a long time. I was always moving from one place to another; there wasn't enough time to develop a relationship with anyone. So tonight was a one-off. An enjoyable night. I'd be gone in a few short weeks, and I'd forget all about this.
His teeth scraped my skin before he moved to the other nipple. I was gliding over his dick, the need quickly building inside me.
"I want to taste you," he said before moving me so that I was resting on a slope in the tub that I wasn't aware of. He positioned me so that my pussy was hovering out of the water but level with his mouth.
He blew air over my clit, and I trembled, needing more.
"Boone."
He lowered his mouth, breathing me in before sucking on my clit.
I cried out as he used a finger to enter me.
I couldn't stop the trembling now.
He was driving me higher with each swipe of his tongue and thrust of his finger.
My heart beat wildly as the orgasm built inside of me. I wasn't going to survive this.
A part of me wanted to hold off, but another part of me had a feeling that this one orgasm wouldn't be the last I'd experience tonight. He was playing my body like he knew exactly what he was doing.
We had a special kind of chemistry. One you didn't encounter often. Who knew when I'd meet someone like this again? I should take advantage of it and enjoy every second of the pleasure he was giving me.
The scruff on his face was adding another element to the sensations. I couldn't stop the orgasm from rushing through my body.
I held onto his shoulder and cried out as the waves of pleasure washed over me. He continued to touch and suck until the spasms slowed and my muscles relaxed.
He eased us into the water so that I was seated on the bench again. "I need to grab a condom."
"Hurry," was all I said as I tried to recover my breath. He pulled himself out of the water and grabbed a condom from his wallet before smoothing it over his dick. Then he was in the water, pulling me to straddle him again.
I rose up, and he held his dick so that I could sink over him, inch by delicious inch. I'd never felt so full before. As if he was reaching every inch of me.
His gaze was on the spot where we joined. "You look so gorgeous taking my cock."
His words and his gaze were sexy as hell. He was a confident man, and I was loving every minute of this. I knew I wouldn't experience anything like this again, and I had zero regrets about the way the night was ending.
I had been feeling bored and more than a little lonely when he'd walked onto that balcony.
I'd seen something in his gaze when he was standing outside, thinking he was alone.
I saw someone else who was also lonely. I had no idea what he was really thinking.
But in that moment, I'd felt connected to him.
His words softened me even further, and I was able to sink the rest of the way over his cock. I whimpered as I bottomed out.
He gripped my hips and lifted me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and held on for the ride. I bit my lip against the rising orgasm because he was setting a bruising pace, one I wouldn't be able to resist.
I needed to come again. I wasn't sure I'd ever feel satisfied after being with him. I'd always want one more round.
He let go of my hips and shifted so that he could take my nipple into his mouth again, and I was lost in the pleasure that seemingly only he could give me. I moved over him, riding the wave and anticipating the crash that was going to be stronger than the last.
I'd never felt more beautiful than I did right now. I wasn't worried about any imperfections or whether I was doing something wrong. It was clear that he loved everything that was happening, and it only heightened my desire.
Then there was the fact that we were in a hot tub on my balcony. I wasn't sure if anyone could see us, and right now, I didn't care.
He scraped my nipple with his teeth, and I detonated. I dropped my forehead to his, as my world tilted, my walls spasming around him.
He thrust into me from underneath and said, "I'll never get enough of this. Enough of you."
Who said that after a one-night stand? This was crazy. I'd obviously lost my mind. I didn't know this guy at all. The only thing I knew for sure was that he could reduce me to a trembling mess with a few easy touches.
We stayed like that, my arms around his neck and my legs straddling his strong thighs. I was the one who first moved, shifting off him.
He grabbed the condom and tied it off, setting it to the side. "Come here."
My heart stuttered when he reached for me. This was a one-time kind of thing. I wasn't expecting any cuddling or sweet words. But there was something about this man that reached deep into my soul and asked for more.
I went to him.
He settled me between his legs on the bench facing the mountains, his arms wrapped around me. "Isn't it beautiful?"
"Mmm." I felt safe and secure, content even. Why was I gazing at the mountains and the stars? What was it about this man that made everything different?
I barely knew him. I'd only managed to get his name. Yet I felt like I connected with him on a soul-deep level. I didn't believe in soulmates or even that you had to settle down with someone. I thought of myself as a free spirit. I went wherever the job took me, and no one held me down.
But for now, I'd let myself sink into his chest and revel in his warmth. Tomorrow I'd have to perform. I'd need to be the professional that the Harts had hired to evaluate their inn.
When our skin was wrinkled, we got out and dried off. I pulled on sweats and a T-shirt, and Boone pulled on his pants, leaving the button undone.
There was something about that wide expanse of bare chest that drove me wild. He had a smattering of hair on his pecs and trailing downward.
I wanted to trace that line with my fingers and then my mouth.
He scratched his chest. "You want to order room service? I'm starved."
"I could eat." I'd grabbed something at the airport, but that was hours ago. My flight had been delayed, and then I had to wait for my luggage and then for the rental car. I was exhausted.
The only thing keeping me awake was Boone.
He sat on the bed and grabbed the menu. "What do you want?"
I sat next to him, curling my leg underneath me. "I could go for a burger."
He glanced up at me, his eyes wide. "Yeah?"
My stomach growled. "I'm hungry too."
He grinned. "Burger it is then. Fries?"
"Of course."
"You're my kinda girl. You look hot in an evening gown, but you can dress down and eat a burger in bed."
I stretched out on the bed, resting my head on the pillow. "That's me. Low maintenance."
He picked up his phone. "I'll order."
I waited while he pulled up the menu. "You can charge it to the room."
It was my room though. I should pay for our dinner. Especially after that performance in the hot tub. I couldn't remember a time that I felt more content. Good sex will apparently do that for you. I should indulge more often.
But how often did you meet a man like Boone?
He was muscular with scruff on his chin and hair across his chest. He didn't manscape like so many men in Miami.
His hands were rough, telling me he worked with them.
I never knew I liked that before. Most men in Miami were dressed nicely and shaved smooth.
Boone was the mountain man that my friend, Jodi, had teased me about. She'd said I'd find a lumberjack that caught my eye, and I found him on my first night. I wish I could snap a picture and send it to her. But that would be rude, and I'd never violate his privacy like that.
He finished ordering, then set his phone aside. He grabbed a remote and turned on the gas fireplace under the large screen TV. "What do you want to do?"
"Watch a movie? I know that sounds lame, but I rarely get downtime," I said, hoping he didn't ask for more information about my job or my life. For tonight, I wanted to be a mystery woman he'd never see again.
"That doesn't sound lame." He folded his arm under his head and turned on the TV. He put on a cop movie with action. I'd seen it before, so I didn't have to pay attention.
After a few minutes, he asked," Why are you all the way over there?"
I bit my lip and moved closer, surprised that he was as touchy-feely as he was. I didn't expect a man like him to want to cuddle after sex, much less order dinner in. Shouldn't he have pulled on his clothes and left before my hair was dry?
I settled onto his chest, my ear over his heart. It was beating a steady rhythm. My fingers tangled in the short hair, and I marveled at the warmth of his skin.
When there was a knock on the door, he patted my back. "I'll get it."
He waited for me to roll off him and then padded toward the door, fastening his button as he went.
His slacks draped just so over his ass. Whatever he did for work, it had to be physical. He was muscular and fit.
He returned with a tray and placed it on a nearby table.
I sat crisscross on the comforter, and he carried the plate to me.
"This looks so good."
"I love a good burger at the end of the night, and Jeremy—I mean the chef here—is great."
I dipped my fry in the ketchup. Normally, I'd ask follow-up questions, but I didn't want to talk about work right now. And he'd probably think it was weird if I started talking about the inner workings of the inn and restaurant. I took a bite of the fry. The saltiness hit the spot.
Then I lifted the burger in two hands and took a huge bite. I chewed, then wiped my mouth with the napkin. "This is the best thing I've tasted in forever."
Boone gave me a look and said, "I can't say the same."
I looked at him in confusion, and when I realized he meant that he loved eating me, my cheeks flamed. I threw the napkin at him.
He smirked. "That's a compliment."
"I suppose so. But your head is in the gutter when it should be on this amazing food." I was tired from traveling, and hungry after the pit stop at the airport food court, and now my muscles were loose from the hot tub.
"I'm in a beautiful woman's room, hoping to get one more chance to be inside her. Of course my mind went there."
I was a little surprised that he'd stuck around. "You're a flirt."
He chuckled. "I've never been accused of that. Maybe my brothers, Rowan or Hunter, but not me."
"How many brothers do you have?" I asked before I took another bite.
"Five. And one sister."
My eyes widened at the number. "That's a lot of siblings."
"How many do you have?"
"Just one. Liv's younger than me."
"I can't imagine only having one sibling. It must have been quiet."
"It didn't seem like it at the time. My mom used to complain that she was going to go deaf from all our screaming. We fought over everything: toys, clothes, shoes."
"Are you friends now?"
I thought about how I was the one she called when she needed advice on school and boys. "Yeah. We are."
"Then that's all that matters."
We finished eating, and Boone cleaned up our trash. He came back to bed and asked, "Now, where were we?"
He rolled me so that I was flat on my back and his hips were between my legs. He was already hard. "I've been thinking about this all night."
I huffed out a laugh. "We literally just met, and we had sex in the hot tub."
"That was so long ago." He kissed me, and I forgot about what we were even talking about.
This man had the ability to make me forget why I was in Colorado, and it wasn't to have the hottest sex of my life.