Page 19 of Hoax and Kisses
MATT
You.
The word shakes me. But it’s more than that. It’s the low tone in which she says it. It’s sure, unafraid, like she’s inviting me to follow whatever reckless thought is popping into my mind. No hesitation, no second-guessing. Just purewant.
I swallow, my throat like sandpaper.
Okay, deep breath.
I could do this. One night, before my parents leave. Before I’m left to take care of Daphne for a full month. One night of careless, meaningless fun with a beautiful stranger.
People do this kind of thing all the time. Why would I say no? I could use a good fuck, to be honest. I can’t even remember the last time I felt a woman’s touch. The thought of it makes my body pull tight. Over the past couple of years, I’ve been consumed by growing my business. I haven’t really found the time to care about anything else. Or anyone else.
There’s a stunning woman standing in front of me, wearing nothing but a ridiculously tiny towel, who says she wants me.
And the truth is… I need a little distraction. To release some of the tension that’s been building, to take my mind off my problems… so, why not?
One night. That’s all.
She studies me, waiting, the weight of her gaze palpable.
Hoping she’s only interested in a night of filthy fun too, I move closer. She retreats a step, giving me the space to come in. Slowly, I close the door behind me, only glancing away for an instant. But when I zero in on her again, her breath hitches. Her eyes flick to my lips, then back up to mine, daring me, tempting me to take what I want.
Fuck it.
I reach out, grazing the side of her neck. It’s the barest of touches, but it’s enough to elicit a soft sound from her.
God, she’s stunning.
“I’m not looking for anything serious,” I tell her.
She doesn’t move away. No, she leans into me, and the fabric of the towel rubs against my shirt.
“Me neither,” she says, breathless. “I could never see you again, and I’d be perfectly fine with that. I don’t even like you.”
A low chuckle escapes me. “Good, good. The feeling’s mutual.” With a hand on her waist, I pin her to me. “Just a one-time thing, then.”
Zoey nods and slips her fingers to the back of my neck. “I should warn you, though. It’s been a while for me. I don’t…” She bites her lip, her attention darting away. “I’m not sure if I’m any good at… this. My ex and I didn’t have a lot of… chemistry.”
I press my thumb to her bottom lip, gently brushing over the light marks left by her teeth. “I’d say you’re handling yourself pretty well so far,” I whisper.
A hint of relief flashes on her face. “Are you gonna kiss me now?”
Grinning, I lean in.
The kiss is sloppy. Messy. Nothing about it is tender or sweet, but it makes me hungry for more. Her mouth moves easily over mine, her hands clinging to the back of my neck as my tongue slides in, tasting her better.
“Hang tight,” I say against her lips.
She obeys, literally grasping the hair at my nape.
Groaning, stars dancing in my vision, I take her ass in my grip and lift her. Her towel rides up as she loops her legs around my waist.
Fuck. If I weren’t already fucking hard, the warmth of her bare pussy filtering through the fabric of my jeans would do the trick.
Zoey shifts gently, rubbing against the rough material, and lets out a tiny sound, but loud enough to send my balls into a tizzy.
“Fuck.”
