Chapter 4
FOUR
Dane
This woman is demanding, yet still allows me to dominate her. This rhythm we have differs from all other one-night stands I’ve had. Others have been too forceful or too meek and lie there like a limp noodle. No, thank you. Kendall—she’s someone I might just want to do this with again.
What the fuck is wrong with me? Who cares? It’s one night.
The scent of her watermelon-scented hair, mingling with our sweat, spurs me on as it lingers in the air.
I break away to grab a condom out of the nightstand drawer.
She watches me roll it onto my cock, and I hear her swallow hard.
I slide myself against her entrance as I tease her, just barely putting the tip in and taking it back out. She gasps.
“Fuck me,” she moans out, staring straight into my eyes.
She is falling apart under my touch, my cock, my lips. I want my name on her lips again with every thrust of my hips—every orgasm. Her glazed-over, half-hooded eyes tell me she is completely satiated.
“Dane, Dane.”
Hearing her sends heat rushing to my cock, already hard as steel simply from the feeling of her.
“Don’t worry, I’m going to fuck you, and you’ll be begging me for more.”
My thumb rubs and presses into her clit, making her go crazy, thrashing on the bed. She is close again, and I stop.
Her head pops up like I’ve offended her. “Why?”
“Just to see your reaction,” I chuckle.
She squints her eyes at me and says, “You think you’re funny.”
Oh, she is sassy, too. It makes me want to spank her ass, but I don’t respond. All I need to do is push my cock further into her, and she melts back down onto the bed. When I’m all the way inside her tight pussy, she gasps.
I suck in a breath, her warmth surrounding my cock, stealing my breath. “You were made for me, just perfect.”
“You knocked the breath out of me.”
“You have no idea what you got yourself into, Kendall. You’re mine. For tonight at least.”
Just tonight.
I grab the pillow while still inside her, and tuck it under her hips to deepen the pleasure for both of us. My eyes go to hers to check in; I don’t want it to hurt.
“You okay with this?” Not moving at all until she gives me the green light.
Through her ragged breath and moaning, she says, “Yes, just go easy at first so I can get used to it.”
My body shifts slightly into a position that will allow me to ease her into this. With a few pumps, she’s begging me. “Dane, I’m ready. Please, harder, faster.”
If she keeps talking to me like that, it won’t take long for me to come. Her moaning is sensual as fuck. I want her to scream with pleasure. Pumping my cock into her pussy at a punishing pace, the moaning turns to panting…
“Is that as hard as you can go?” she taunts through a panting breath.
She is sassy as fuck. “That fucking mouth. If my cock wasn’t buried inside of you, you’d be choking on it.”
I thrust harder into her pussy as she clenches hard around me. The sound of my balls slapping against her echoes in the room, this angle hitting her in the right spot as she pants with pleasure. Her hands squeeze my biceps, and her legs wrap tighter around my waist, and that keeps me going.
I whisper in her ear. “Is that better?”
Her hands move up to my face, and she pulls me down to her mouth. Our lips crash into each other. I didn’t think my cock could get any harder, but kissing her makes me lose all control, and I pound harder into her, my cock almost painfully hard.
She whimpers, “Yes…More.”
And then, all I feel are her walls contracting around my cock, and I can’t hold out any longer.
My balls tighten, and cum erupts, filling her with my heat.
Her nails rake down my arms, and her legs wrap like a vice around my body.
My release seems to trigger her own, and her climax rattles through her, the feeling intense.
Collapsing on top of her for a split second and then pulling out, I take care of the condom and trash it under the nightstand basket.
When I roll over, I take her with me. Facing each other, she places her hand on my face and gazes at me, deep into my soul, as if she sees inside of me.
All she does is smile and brush her fingers along my beard.
Silence takes over as we savor the peaceful moment. After a few minutes, I crawl out of bed and head to the bathroom. Looking over my shoulder, I smile back at her. All I see is her red hair scattered all around her. She looks like a goddess.
I clean myself off and grab a warm facecloth for her.
Walking out of the bathroom, my stomach drops as I glimpse what could be.
She’s lying in bed waiting for me to come back, gorgeous, and we just had the best sex in…
forever. I think I want to get to know her better, as a person, a strong woman I wouldn’t mind having by my side.
But there’s something more tethering me to her.
This powerful pull to her is unmistakable.
I approach the bed where she is lying and gently clean her before tossing the cloth back toward the basket.
She glances up at me with a slow smile, and she tilts her head, as if she is trying to figure me out.
Like I’m a puzzle and she wants to put it together. Her eyes jump between mine, searching.
“That was amazing,” she all but purrs.
“You were amazing. Would you like a T-shirt?”
“Umm…”
Oh, shit, did I just inadvertently invite her to stay the night? What is wrong with me?
Hesitating before I stand up, there are no overnights; it’s the rule. But she’s someone who sets my body on fire, and the sex? The best ever. I could see breaking the rules…just for tonight, just for her.
I stroll over to the dresser, grab a t-shirt from the drawer, and bring it over to her. “Here, you can sleep in this.” Tugging on her to sit up, I slide the shirt over her head, then kiss her ever so softly.
She seems antsy. “Is this a typical night for you? Offering a t-shirt.”
A deep laugh comes out. “Definitely not a typical night. And I thought you’d be more comfortable in one of my shirts.”
She sits up and takes it off. “I like sleeping naked.” Dragging her eyes over my body, lingering on my half-mast cock, I shake it for her.
I hop onto the bed, jostling her, and my eyes are wide, watching her tits bounce. I lay down and cozy up to her with my arm outstretched. “Come here.”
“I wouldn’t have pinned you as the cuddling type,” she mumbles and rests her head on my chest. I wrap my arm around her, tucking her into me. Her warmth, the comfort of her touch, and her body pressing against mine have my chest tightening.
“Yeah, I surprise myself,” I say with a self-deprecating chuckle.
“I don’t mind this one bit, but do you really do this with all the ladies?”
Groaning, I mumble. “Never.”
“Never!?” She shakes her head, hums, and turns her body to face me.
Right now, I’d give anything to know what she’s thinking. As she shifts into her spot next to me, she scrapes her nails over my chest. “Geez, don’t make me feel special; I might get attached.”
I’ve learned over the years that women tend to become attached too quickly. Keeping things very casual—no sleepovers, no second times—keeps things simple. Sex, no attachments, no why didn’t you text me…zero expectations.
With Kendall, the plan was the same when I spotted her earlier. But when we sat at the bar, things shifted. I didn’t pay much attention to the shift at the time. The me of earlier today saw her as a woman who could walk out this door and never look back. While I’m lying here now, hoping she won’t.
So maybe her getting attached wouldn’t be the worst thing to happen—having her in my arms, my bed.
I chuckle. “You’re one of a kind, Kendall.”
Her lips meet my chest, but she doesn’t stop there. Teeth drag over my skin, and my cock is rock hard again.
“That I am.”
“Sexy. Gorgeous. Sassy. What am I missing?”
“Confident. Successful. Magnetic.” She leans her head up, looking at me with a smirk.
I kiss her forehead. “My favorite thing is how sassy you are. Keep it up…”
“Or what?”
I slap her ass and then grab her. “Your sassy mouth is going to get you into trouble.”
“Typical of me,” she says as her head rests on my chest.
I trail my fingers along her arm and back up. Leaning my head a little further into the pillow, she feels right in my arms. Her entire body relaxes, and I realize she has fallen asleep. My eyes feel heavy, and then it’s lights out.
The sun is peeking through the curtains, just enough to cast a ray of sunshine on the wall near the bed. We slept tangled together all night. Kissing the top of her head, I slink out of bed and into the main room, intending to order breakfast for us.
Are you out of your mind? First you gave her a T-shirt to stay the night, and now breakfast?
I want more time with her and to get to know her. I guess there’s a first for everything. I’m keeping her here for as long as possible. The hotel phone sits on the side table. I pick it up and dial room service.
“Morning, room service. What would you like to order?”
“I’d like to order the ultimate breakfast for two, please?”
“Give us fifteen minutes and we will be up, Mr. Walsh.”
“Thank you.”
I hang up the phone, head to the bedroom to grab my grey sweatpants and a crisp white t-shirt, all the while watching her sleep.
The view is different this morning as the sun tries to creep in between the curtains.
She is peaceful, and her red hair is a drastic contrast against the white pillow and sheets. Her beautiful face keeps me staring.
I crawl onto the bed and lie next to her, draping my arm over her body.
She moves ever so slightly. I kiss under her ear, pulling a moan from her.
She turns her head; I see those green eyes flutter open and stare back at me.
Heat bursts in my chest as I lean in to kiss her, feel her; she meets me with a searing kiss. My lips move with hers…
A knock on the door interrupts the moment.
I hop out of bed and over my shoulder, I say, “I’ll be right back.”