matter-of-factly.
In an instant, she popped out from underneath the covers. "I did what?" she asked, horror slowly spreading over her face.
"You don't remember?" he frowned.
She shook her head as he raised her eyebrows.
"You really can't handle your alcohol, can you?" he admonished.
She immediately felt defensive.
"I can," she protested, forgetting that she was half-naked and arguing with a veritable stranger. "I—just, ah, well, yesterday was a tough day and I needed some liquid courage, so I had a shot of whiskey before we met. "
He regarded her curiously. "Why?"
"I just needed to, that's all. So we didn't do anything?”
He shook his head. "No, but I have to tell you baby, blue is my favorite color and your thong and bra are my favorite shade."
She wanted to shriek with embarrassment, but it was quickly forgotten when he got up from his chair and started towards her. Her heartbeat pulsed erratically as he peeled the cover away from her body.
He leaned over her, his mouth dangerously close to hers.
Terrified to move, she stayed put until she felt his lips almost touch hers.
"Sophie," he whispered.
She could feel his mouth move against hers as he said her name. Even with her head pounding and shame flooding throughout her body, she felt her pulse quicken. Those enigmatic gray eyes held hers captive as he stroked the side of her face.
"I want to see you again," he murmured, before brushing her lips lightly with his.
He pressed his mouth against hers, his lips coaxing hers to accept him. She resisted for a moment before he demanded her acquiescence in the sweetest way.
He gently took her mouth, lightly nipping her plush bottom lip and gently sucking. It almost felt surreal, and she whimpered as he urged her to open wider. His tongue entwined with hers, stroking, soothing, arousing.
Sophie felt she was on the verge of losing the very small amount of good sense she still had left. She felt cool air, then a rough palm cup her breast, and only then did she realize that he'd drawn the covers down. His thumb lightly brushed over her nipple, and in response, it stood to attention.
He continued to plunder her mouth as he rolled the sensitive tip of her breast between his fingers. She felt her back arch and heard herself sigh in appreciation, then suddenly he tore his mouth from hers and pulled the cover back over her.
She stared at him, confused.
"I have to go back to London, for work," he said roughly, standing up abruptly. He moved to pick up a leather travel bag. "I'd like to see you again," he said once more, turning back to her. "I'll be back in one week."
Huh?
After her shamelessly wanton response to him, not to mention the fact that she'd gotten completely wasted and stripped down to her undies in front of him before crawling into his bed, she wanted nothing more than to never lay eyes on his gorgeous face ever again.
Slightly dazed and still confused, she pulled the covers up even higher.
His gruff demeanor dissipated in an instant, and he grinned that handsome smile at her once more. He dug into his pocket and pulled out a plastic card.
"Here," he said, handing the card to her. "This is my room key. Feel free to take your time leaving today—unfortunately, I have a plane I need to catch. When I come back on Saturday, I'd like nothing more than to find you in my room."
Mutely, she shook her head once more.
He just winked at her as he headed towards the door.
"Your virtue is safe for now...until Saturday, Sophie," he said huskily.
Chapter Three
She fought to keep her eyes open.
What am I doing here? He probably won't even show.
Excitement and trepidation ran a tumultuous race through her veins. Tired and anxious, she stood up, hoping that movement would delay the fatigue and give her time to think.
She crossed the room into the master bath. It was as immaculate as the rest of the hotel. Pristine hardware fixtures gleamed so hard back at her she could see a mini reflection of
In an instant, she popped out from underneath the covers. "I did what?" she asked, horror slowly spreading over her face.
"You don't remember?" he frowned.
She shook her head as he raised her eyebrows.
"You really can't handle your alcohol, can you?" he admonished.
She immediately felt defensive.
"I can," she protested, forgetting that she was half-naked and arguing with a veritable stranger. "I—just, ah, well, yesterday was a tough day and I needed some liquid courage, so I had a shot of whiskey before we met. "
He regarded her curiously. "Why?"
"I just needed to, that's all. So we didn't do anything?”
He shook his head. "No, but I have to tell you baby, blue is my favorite color and your thong and bra are my favorite shade."
She wanted to shriek with embarrassment, but it was quickly forgotten when he got up from his chair and started towards her. Her heartbeat pulsed erratically as he peeled the cover away from her body.
He leaned over her, his mouth dangerously close to hers.
Terrified to move, she stayed put until she felt his lips almost touch hers.
"Sophie," he whispered.
She could feel his mouth move against hers as he said her name. Even with her head pounding and shame flooding throughout her body, she felt her pulse quicken. Those enigmatic gray eyes held hers captive as he stroked the side of her face.
"I want to see you again," he murmured, before brushing her lips lightly with his.
He pressed his mouth against hers, his lips coaxing hers to accept him. She resisted for a moment before he demanded her acquiescence in the sweetest way.
He gently took her mouth, lightly nipping her plush bottom lip and gently sucking. It almost felt surreal, and she whimpered as he urged her to open wider. His tongue entwined with hers, stroking, soothing, arousing.
Sophie felt she was on the verge of losing the very small amount of good sense she still had left. She felt cool air, then a rough palm cup her breast, and only then did she realize that he'd drawn the covers down. His thumb lightly brushed over her nipple, and in response, it stood to attention.
He continued to plunder her mouth as he rolled the sensitive tip of her breast between his fingers. She felt her back arch and heard herself sigh in appreciation, then suddenly he tore his mouth from hers and pulled the cover back over her.
She stared at him, confused.
"I have to go back to London, for work," he said roughly, standing up abruptly. He moved to pick up a leather travel bag. "I'd like to see you again," he said once more, turning back to her. "I'll be back in one week."
Huh?
After her shamelessly wanton response to him, not to mention the fact that she'd gotten completely wasted and stripped down to her undies in front of him before crawling into his bed, she wanted nothing more than to never lay eyes on his gorgeous face ever again.
Slightly dazed and still confused, she pulled the covers up even higher.
His gruff demeanor dissipated in an instant, and he grinned that handsome smile at her once more. He dug into his pocket and pulled out a plastic card.
"Here," he said, handing the card to her. "This is my room key. Feel free to take your time leaving today—unfortunately, I have a plane I need to catch. When I come back on Saturday, I'd like nothing more than to find you in my room."
Mutely, she shook her head once more.
He just winked at her as he headed towards the door.
"Your virtue is safe for now...until Saturday, Sophie," he said huskily.
Chapter Three
She fought to keep her eyes open.
What am I doing here? He probably won't even show.
Excitement and trepidation ran a tumultuous race through her veins. Tired and anxious, she stood up, hoping that movement would delay the fatigue and give her time to think.
She crossed the room into the master bath. It was as immaculate as the rest of the hotel. Pristine hardware fixtures gleamed so hard back at her she could see a mini reflection of
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