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patted the spot beside him.
    They say that a woman knows before a man does if they’ll end up in bed. But something told me that Trevor already had a pretty good idea that we’d be getting naked.
    First, I placed my drink on the small table beside the bed. Then I eased myself down onto the mattress beside Trevor.
    “So,” I said, a shuddery breath escaping me.
    “So,” Trevor echoed.
    A little nervous, I lowered my gaze. And that’s when I heard it. The moaning. I moved my eyes toward the hotel building, following the sound.
    “Oh my God,” I uttered when I saw the couple. “Look at them.”
    The couple was five stories high, toward the side of the building farthest from the beach and hotel’s heaviest traffic flow. Clearly the man and woman were fucking. The woman was wearing a dress, but her passionate moans and the way the man behind her was moving against her made it clear he was giving it to her from behind. The woman’s eyes were closed, her lips parted. One of the man’s hands roamed over the woman’s chest, squeezing her breasts, stroking the base of her throat. The woman gripped the balcony’s railing for support while her lover pounded into her pussy with fast and urgent strokes.
    “Do you like that?” Trevor asked, his breath hot against my ear. “Do you like watching those two fucking for the world to see?”
    I swallowed. And then I held my breath when Trevor’s hand went to my inner thigh. In the seconds it took me to start breathing again, I asked myself if I wanted this. Wanted him to stroke my skin. Stroke my pussy. Take off my clothes and fuck me the way the man was fucking his lover on the balcony.
    “Yes,” I purred, not sure if I was responding to his question or the one I’d asked myself.
    He made circles against my skin, inching his fingers up my thigh as he did. “Do you like that?”
    “Yes…Yes, I do.”
    I looked up at him, into eyes that were darkened with lust. His lips curled in a warm smile, the kind that alleviated any guilt over having sex with a stranger. He wasn’t the kind of guy who was going to avoid me for the rest of the week once he’d had a taste of my body. And that was important, because while I wasn’t interested in forever, I didn’t want to feel used.
    I did, however, need to clear something up. “You’ve got your hand on my thigh,” I said, “and all I know about you is that you’re from New Jersey.”
    “Do you want to know more than that?” he asked.
    Translation: did it matter if he was a cop, a doctor, a lawyer, or a thug? Maybe the less I knew, the better.
    “I do want to know if you’re married?” That was the one thing that mattered.
    “Hell no,” Trevor said. “I got divorced two months ago, thank God. What about you?”
    “I’m single,” I said, and for the first time didn’t feel the sting of Owen’s rejection as I said the words.
    “Good,” Trevor said, still stroking my inner thigh. I glanced up at the balcony where the couple had been fucking, but they were no longer there.
    Facing Trevor, I placed my hand on his. “Maybe all that matters is that you want me, and I want you.”
    My answer seemed to please him, as his lips spread in a wide grin. God, I really loved his smile. The smile didn’t disappear, even as he lowered his face to mine.
    I didn’t pull backward. Didn’t break our eye contact. The moment his mouth touched mine, I purred, all my pent-up passion reaching a peak. Trevor’s lips were warm, his tongue hot. It wasn’t an easy, let’s-get-to-know-each-other kiss. It was a deep, passionate, all-tongue kiss that I was certain had him hard.
    It definitely had my juices flowing.
    One of his hands tangled in my hair while the other skimmed the front of my bikini bottom. It was a light touch, and ever so brief, but it broke the dam of restraint inside of me. I gripped Trevor’s chest, pressing my fingernails into his skin. I twisted my tongue urgently with his.
    He got bolder, stroking my clit up and down