Page 8 of The Most Perfect Wrong

I clear my throat, leaning back a little, buying myself a second. “But let’s get to know each other a bit first—see where the night takes us.”

She cocks a brow, unamused.

I continue. “So… if you’re only here visiting your dad, where are you from?” I try to play it casual, but my brain’s on overdrive just looking at her.

Her lips curl into a teasing smile. “Are you really trying to make small talk right now?”

“I mean…” I fumble for words, heat creeping up my neck. “Yeah, I just thought—”

“Ryan… I’m not interested in small talk tonight.” Her hand slides over my knee, her touch electrifying. Her fingers caress the fabric, pulling my concentration away from the thoughts in my head to the pulsing in my dick. “Look, I’m really attracted to you, but… we’re both from out of town. You seem like a great guy, but there’s no point in getting to know each other when nothing can come from it. I’m not interested in a long-distance get-to-know-you type of thing.” Her thumb circles my inner thigh, branding the skin beneath my pants.

I swallow, struggling to form words. She makes a valid point. There’s really no purpose in getting to know each other, or me taking her out—not when I leave in two days regardless.

She pulls her hand back, running it through her hair. “So… do you want to get out of here?”

I stare at her for a moment. “Yeah,” I say, the words slipping out as my cock runs the show. “Yeah, let’s get out of here.”

Jesus Christ. Did I just commit to having sex with her? I’m so hard I can’t think straight, let alone be rational. This isn’t what I came over here for, but now all I can think about is her—anaked her. She’s the kind of beautiful that’s hard to ignore—intimidating, even. I didn’t expect this, but fuck it. I’d be an idiot to say no.

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The elevator dings and opens. I step inside, and before the doors can close, Cooper’s on me. Her arms wrap around my neck, and her lips crash against mine, hungry and urgent. My back hitsthe wall, and I fumble for the button, her lips never letting up. I recover quickly, gripping her waist and kissing her back just as fiercely. The button for the seventh floor lights up, but I’m already lost in her.

Her lips are plump and incredibly soft. Her tongue toys with mine. The warmth of her lips mixed with the lingering taste of tequila is intoxicating. I pull her closer until there’s no space left between us. The elevator hums in the background. Her hands find my hair, tugging just hard enough to make me groan against her mouth. I don’t think; I just react. I press her back against the elevator wall, feeling her body arch into mine, her moan vibrating against my lips.God, she feels incredible.

My dick presses against the inseam of my pants, hard and throbbing, ready to go—having been neglected for the past few months, with only the occasional jerk-off by yours truly. Cooper’s hand travels down, finding its way to my boner. She rubs it and gives it a squeeze through my pants, and I groan loudly.

The elevator stops at thirteen, dinging, the doors opening. I pull away from her, trying to play it cool as an elderly couple steps in.Jesus, we’re a mess.I glance at her, and she busts up laughing, which makes me laugh too. I try to smother it, knowing we should be respectful. Cooper buries her face in the crook of my arm, shaking with suppressed laughter. I stroke her back. “Shh,” I say softly, but I’m still grinning like an idiot. I haven’t had this kind of fun in a long time—almost forgot what it feels like to lose myself in the moment. It feels good.

The seventh floor cannot come soon enough. It feels like we’re moving in slow motion, every second dragging. Finally, the doors open to my floor. I grab her hand and lead her down the hallway to my hotel room. Our pace quickens. She’s urgent, and I’m right there with her, my pulse hammering in my ears.

We reach my door and I fumble with my key card, adrenaline coursing through me. My hands shake a little—nerves, excitement; I’m not even sure. She’s pressed up against my side, her fingers running up and down my arm, driving me crazy. I finally get the door open, and we stumble inside, the door slamming shut behind us.

There’s no pause, no hesitation. She’s on me again, her mouth finding mine in a rush of urgency and need. She’s a great kisser, but a thought cuts through the haze.Is she too drunk for this?I don’t want to be the asshole who takes advantage. I pull back slightly, meeting her eyes, needing to make sure she’s fully aware of what’s happening.

“Hey,” I say between kisses. “How drunk are you?” It feels stupid asking, but I have to know.

She pulls back, scowling. “What?”

“I just… You’ve been drinking. I don’t want to take advantage of you.”

Her hand finds my cock again, and I suck in a breath.

“Does it look like you’re taking advantage of me?” she asks.

“Maybe we should just slow down a bit… talk for a while,” I say between shallow breaths, barely able to think straight. “Let the alcohol wear off a little.”Jesus, I’m being my own cockblocker here. What am I doing?

“Talk? You wanna talk?” She sighs, exasperated. “There’s a reason people do this when they’ve been drinking, Ryan. A reason you pounded that last beer. I’m not here to talk… I know what I’m doing.”

She steps back, her eyes locked on mine, then slowly crosses her arms and grabs the hem of her shirt, pulling it over her head. Tossing it aside, she undoes her pants and slides them down to her ankles, stepping out of them smoothly. She stands there in just a bra and panties, her eyes never leaving mine. Dark, inviting. She bites her bottom lip, watching me closely.“Do I need to keep going, Ryan, or are you going to man up and do the rest?”

My throat goes dry as I take her in. I’m speechless.Goddamn, her body. It’s better than I imagined. Her skin is fair, but lightly tanned. Her tits are spilling out of her bra, and Jesus Christ, it’s hard to look away. Curvy as hell—tiny waist, round ass, everything that makes a guy lose his mind. I can’t differentiate between the aching throb of my dick and my heart pounding in my chest.Fuck. I want to run my hands and mouth over every part of her. My breath quickens, my whole body taut with anticipation.

She interrupts my thoughts. “Your turn, Ryan.” She gives me a pointed look. “Take your shirt off. Let’s see that six-pack,” she says in a quiet, seductive voice.

I do as I’m told, pulling my shirt over my head and tossing it aside.

She smiles. “Damn,” she says softly. “Pants too.” Her eyes rake over me, and a shiver runs down my spine—her demands making me harder.

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