Chapter 3
THREE
Kendall
“Are you going to use that room key?” Faith asks with concern on her face.
“It could be fun. He could be a lot of fun. I know his type, so I’m not planning on riding off into the sunset with him.”
“I think you’re nuts to even consider it,” Lane says, shaking her head in disbelief.
“I’m attracted to him, so why not? A one-night stand makes it easier to walk away once it’s done. No attachments; expectations are simple. And it’s been a while.”
“It’s your call,” Faith says, as she holds my forearm for a few extra seconds.
“Yeah.” I think about how he touched me, goosebumps erupted all over my body, and it felt like a fire ignited in my core. I want to feel that again—with him, tonight.
Addison stares at me and asks, “Where did you go?”
I shrug, not wanting to share how I feel because it’s a moot point. He’s a one-night and done kind of guy. All I know is he’ll make me feel amazing. “I think I’m ready for a no-strings-attached night with someone I’m attracted to. The past few weeks and months have been pretty stressful. And…”
“You can’t leave us hanging,” says Addison as she leans in further.
“I haven’t felt attracted to anyone in a while, so I’m going to use the room key.”
Faith hugs me and whispers, “Be safe. We’re here if you need us.”
“You need to check in with us. I don’t want to be worrying or calling the cops because you haven’t updated us,” Addison scolds, jabbing her finger in the air a few times. She’s serious about this.
All eyes are on Dane, still sitting at the bar, and he hasn’t turned around once. Is that a good sign or is he regretting giving me the key?
As we all watch, Dane slides off the chair and takes out his wallet. We are all staring at him, watching his every move, or is that just me? Those pants hug his ass and thighs, and there’s no denying how strong he is.
He turns, making eye contact with me, and gives me that smirk I want to slap off his face.
He pauses for a few seconds, then winks.
Cocky. My eyes drag down to his rolled sleeves and take a good look at those forearms before meeting his eyes again.
My body temperature skyrockets, while my heart beats faster, adrenaline coursing through my body.
The rush of one night with him fills me—just like he will soon.
I almost blow him a kiss or give him a wave, just to push back, but I refrain.
Let him stew on whether or not I see him soon.
So, I give him a small, tentative smile to keep him on his toes.
He turns on his heels and walks away.
“Okay, I’ll text the group,” I say, not moving yet. I don’t want to seem too anxious. I’ll give him time to make his way to the hotel room.
“We’ll be here for another hour.” Lane shifts her shoulder to nudge me.
“I mean, he seems like he wouldn’t mind extra company,” I whisper to them with eyebrows raised high.
“Maybe, but did you see how he was looking only at you? That says a lot. And you know we aren’t into that stuff in real life, only in books,” Faith says.
I give the girls an eager grin and a group hug. “It’s time. Talk later.”
I find the elevator, step in, and push the button for the second floor. I’m clenching my legs together to tame the throbbing. This should be a fantastic night.
The elevator arrives on his floor, and the doors slowly open. I step into the hallway, and the sign in front of me says, 'Room 222 to the right.' It’s all the way down the hallway.
He definitely does this all the time. It’s the only logical explanation.
Who else has the balls to hand over their room key to a random woman?
I could be crazy; he’s taking his chances—or am I?
Well, I guess I’m risking it. But I’m always prepared.
I have protection in my purse, just in case.
And I always carry mace too, but I have a feeling I won’t need to use it.
Not bothering to knock, I use the key and open the door.
I don’t hear anyone, but I step inside the room and all I can smell is him—coconut and palm trees.
The door slams shut behind me. It’s an enormous suite, and the lighting is dim.
Just enough light to see the modern living room with a sleek, large-screen TV, curved grey plush couch, coffee table, and an armchair in the corner.
I scan the room and spot him, like a king sitting on his throne, in the corner chair.
All I see is him rubbing his jaw as he stares at me, a glass of dark liquid hanging from his other hand.
He took off his shirt but left his slacks on.
Holy shit, he’s barefoot, and I can’t help it; I bite my bottom lip.
The moment he stands up, the room feels smaller with him in it. And the next thing I know, he’s stalking over to me like he wants to own me.
He’s inches away from my face before I can fully process the movement.
Threading his fingers in my hair, gripping the back of my head, he takes a minute and stares into my eyes—into my soul.
Then, wraps the other arm around my waist, tugging me close.
The heat in my core is like a stoked fire; my legs are already wobbly.
“I wasn’t sure if you were going to make it. You didn’t give me an answer.” He glides his lips over my cheek, and I melt further into him.
“I needed to decide whether I was going to take a risk on a stranger or go home.” His mouth is so close to my ear, I can feel his breath skate across my skin. My nipples pebble at the closeness, the attraction humming between us.
“You are gorgeous, and I can’t resist you any longer,” he says in a gruff voice that tips me over the edge—my mouth dry and my body buzzing. I moan escapes me at his admission and his touch. I’m holding on by a thread.
I don’t know the last time a man had this effect on me.
I’m not complaining. I thought my sex drive was gone because of what happened with my ex, Jake.
Nope. I don’t need to be thinking about that dirtbag right now.
All my nerve endings are lit on fire, and goosebumps all over my skin the minute he touches me.
He runs his thumb over my lips. I can’t help but close my eyes and revel in his touch.
The air is charged with desire; my breath hitches as his thumb swipes across my lip one last time.
As if he were reading my mind, he leans in and our lips meet for the first time.
I needed the right person to bring me back to life, and Dane is doing just that, as fireworks explode throughout my body.
His kiss is all-consuming. Every inch of my body is exploding.
We explore each other’s mouths as he nudges my lips open with his tongue to slip inside, tongues dancing in a rhythm that keeps my mouth busy for what feels like hours.
Our kiss feels natural—comfortable, perfect.
I pull him closer, wanting all of him. Deepening the kiss, my arms wrap around his waist, one leg entwining with his.
“I’m in charge here. Is that okay with you?” he says, his gravelly voice in my ear.
Submitting to him feels easy, like I’d crawl to him on my hands and knees if he asked me to. “Yes, I’m all yours tonight,” I say as I clear my throat.
In one smooth motion, he grabs my ass and yanks me up. I wrap my legs around his waist as he walks down the small hallway and into the bedroom. The lights are dim here, just enough to see each other.
He’s just staring at me now. I wonder what he’s thinking. He dips his head into my neck and kisses me. I squirm, which evokes a throaty chuckle from him. That sound makes me want him inside me even more.
His arms move up my back, and I slide down his body.
My hands land on his shoulders, and I can’t resist sliding them down his arms, stopping at his firm biceps.
I linger a little longer there before sliding down to his forearms. If it weren’t already a sauna in here, that does it for me: muscles that my fingertips can sink into and trace his tattoos.
I could spend hours tracing and exploring them, but he doesn’t give me enough time to really look as he kisses my shoulder.
“You taste so sweet. I can’t wait to bury my face in your pussy.” Taking the hem of my dress in his hands, he takes it off over my head.
He gives me a slight tap on the shoulder, so I tilt back, landing and sitting on the bed.
His eyes go wide, and then, as if his pupils couldn’t be any bigger, they take over his irises when he sees I don’t have a bra on.
He’s on his knees, putting his thumbs through my g-string and slowly gliding them down my legs before I can take my next breath.
When he reaches my ankles, I lift my legs, and he yanks the scrap of fabric off.
“Slide back onto the bed,” he says as he unbuttons his pants, and they fall to the floor. All I see is his thick cock glistening with precum. He rubs his thumb over the tip and wipes it in a circle. Holy hell, that’s fucking hot.
I do what I’m told and move up the bed. As I do, I leave nothing to the imagination as I casually open my legs and my hand goes down my stomach, ready to tease him. But he grabs my hand.
“I’ll be the one touching you tonight.”
He takes both of my knees in the palms of his hands and opens them even further. His fingers gently glide up my thighs. The throbbing in my clit is intense, longing for him to touch me with his fingers, his tongue. I just need to relieve the ache.
Dane’s body comes up along my side as his hand touches my stomach, searing my skin. His fingers slide down, and he runs two fingers through my slit. He all but purrs, “You are so goddamn wet.”
My hands grip the sheets as my back arches into him. I whimper. “Dane.”
“I like my name on your lips,” he says and pepper kisses down my neck.
I’m hyperaware of his cock pressed up against me.
My hand wanders down to grip his length, velvety, thick, and hard as steel.
Pulling my hand up with a fairly tight grip, he groans in my ear.
Using my thumb, I swipe over his tip, precum dripping out.
“I want my mouth on this.” I grip him a little tighter.
He doesn’t answer me with words, but thrusts his hips against me.
And plunges his fingers inside me. The feel of his fingers has me tilting my hips for him.
The smell of sex surrounding us and the sound of my slickness have my body wanting more of him.
He curls his fingers, and I lose myself in his touch.
I grind my hips against his fingers, my orgasm building.
Sliding his thumb over my clit, circling it, teasing it, has me begging. “Dane, please…faster.”
That’s what I needed to push me over the edge. I clamp around his fingers, toes curling, eyes rolling back. He continues finger-fucking me, slower, riding out my orgasm.
Stars, lots of stars…
My body goes limp, and he pulls his fingers out of me. Feeling the loss immediately.
“You’re even more gorgeous when you come.”
All I can do is giggle and say, “Yeah.”
For a few seconds, I can’t open my eyes until I feel his breath on my cheek and his lips drag over to my lips.
A shiver runs down my spine, and I smile, running my fingers through his hair.
Our lips meet tentatively at first, like maybe he doesn’t do this often.
I open for him, and he slides his tongue over mine, a rhythm that turns feverish.
Heat blasts through my body with every swipe of his tongue.
His thumb grazes just under my breast, and my back arches into his touch. His fingers lightly scratch over until he pulls on my nipple a few times. I moan into his mouth. He moves to pinching, and I break away.
Throwing my head back, moaning, I cry, “Yes, don’t stop.”
He continues to play with my nipples, not leaving one unattended for too long.
When I finally tilt my head forward, I’m staring into those caramel eyes with lashes to die for, half-lidded, staring back at me.
His fingers that were just inside of me reach his mouth, and he licks every drop of my arousal, never breaking my gaze.
“I want the smell of you all over my face.”
“Yeah, kiss me first.” I move my hands to his face and tug him down to my lips. It’s like I’m addicted to him. Shoving my tongue into his mouth, he grunts at the invasion but meets me thrust for lick. The taste of myself, the way he kisses me, causes a shiver to run through me.
My body has never reacted to a man like this. Perhaps he’s had more experience than other men I’ve been with, or maybe he simply enjoys pleasing women. It usually takes a lot more warming up for me to have an orgasm. Tonight, it happened in record time, and I don’t mind one bit.
My body continues to respond to him, aching, throbbing, and sending shivers all over.
I want, no, I need more of him. His cock twitches on my stomach.
Leaning slightly away, he stares at me, like I hold the answer to all his questions, but he says nothing.
He moves down my body ever so slowly, kissing, swirling his tongue on my skin, and dragging his nails over me.
I squirm underneath him—so much stimulation.
When he reaches my thighs, he kisses them, caring for them.
And then I feel his tongue move along my pelvic bone to my clit, and my entire body constricts.
Swiping down to my entrance, his tongue moves in and out of me, and I reach down and grab ahold of his head—feeling the movement that I can’t seem to get enough of.
Pleasure soars through my body, making my toes curl.
Our eyes meet, and the fire inside them tips me over the edge.
My eyes roll, hips arch for more friction, and I ride the wave of ecstasy as he spears me with his tongue and uses the pad of his thumb to give me just enough pressure on my clit.
My orgasm crashes down on me as I hold his head tighter, grinding my pussy into his face like I’ve lost all control.
As I settle, my grip loosens, my hands fall from his head, and my body sinks into the bed.