Page 2 of Texas
I open the door.
Two
The desk clerk stands there holding my wallet, her eyes flicking from the towel barely clinging to my body to my face and back again. I let the silence stretch between us, watching her reaction, cataloging the slight parting of her lips, the way her breath hitches like she’s trying to decide whether to hand me the wallet or step inside and see what happens next.
She chooses wisely.
“Sorry to interrupt your… rest,” she says, though her tone says she knows damn well I wasn’t napping. Her voice is sweet honey with a side of heat, and it pulls at something low in my gut.
I take a step back and tilt my head toward the room. “You can come in. Door’s open.”
She hesitates just long enough to make it interesting before slipping past me. The scent of her, something citrusy and sweet considering the heat outside, brushes against my skin. I shut the door behind her and lean back against it, arms crossed over my still-damp towel. She’s looking around like she’s not sure if she should sit or stand, so I help her out.
“You got a name?” I ask.
She turns, clearly surprised I asked. “Cindi,” she says, brushing a stray curl from her cheek. “Cindi Augustine.”
“Well, Cindi Augustine,” I say, pushing off the door and walking slowly toward her. “Thanks for bringing my wallet back.”
She holds my wallet out, but I don’t take it. Instead, I step in close, not touching her yet, only letting her feel the heat rolling off me. Her hand, still holding the wallet, lowers slightly. Her eyes are locked on mine now, wide but not scared. Curious. Maybe even hungry. I take the wallet from her hand, brushing her fingers with mine on purpose. Her breath catches. “You want to stay awhile?” I ask.
“I’m technically still on shift,” she answers, but she doesn’t move toward the door.
“Technically,” I echo, stepping in close enough now that our bodies are almost touching, the towel brushing her thigh. “But I think you’re already off the clock.”
She doesn’t answer, not with words. But her body leans into mine, her lips part just enough, and that’s all the invitation I need. My hand comes up, fingers sliding along her bare arm, feeling the heat of her skin. The fine sheen of sweat clinging to her skin tells me she’s just as wired as I am. I tilt my head down, let my lips graze her jaw first, then the soft spot right beneath her ear. She trembles. “You sure about this?” I whisper.
She nods, breathless. “You gonna ask again?”
“No,” I say, and then I kiss her. The kiss is heat and hunger. Her mouth is soft and sweet against mine, but she kisses back like she’s been waiting for this all damn day. My hands slide down to her hips, pulling her flush against me, the towel barely holding between us. Her fingers find my shoulders, dig in. She’s not shy. Good. I don’t do shy.
I walk her backward toward the bed, never breaking the kiss. When the backs of her legs hit the mattress, I pull away justenough to look at her. Her lips are swollen, her breath ragged, her eyes dark with want. “I’ve got you,” I murmur, and she nods again, surrender in the curve of her mouth, the tilt of her chin.
Guiding her down onto the bed, I’m ready to make her feel everything. And I do. Starting at her neck, I trail kisses down to the collarbone, feeling her pulse quicken under my lips. Her breath hitches when I brush my thumb over her nipple, already hard and straining against the thin material of her blouse.
“You like that?” I murmur, not really needing an answer. Her body tells me everything. I unbutton her blouse slowly, one button at a time, drawing out the anticipation. She squirms beneath me, impatient, but I take my time. When the last button is undone, I push the fabric aside and look down at her, taking in the sight of her flushed skin, the rise and fall of her chest.
“Beautiful,” I whisper, before leaning down to take one nipple into my mouth, sucking gently through the lace of her bra. She arches into me, a soft moan escaping her lips. I tease her with my tongue, feeling her grow harder, more desperate. Her hands find my hair, tugging, urging me on. I oblige, moving to the other nipple, giving it the same treatment. She’s writhing now, her hips lifting off the bed, seeking more friction. I slide a hand down her body, over the curve of her hip, and slip it beneath the waistband of her shorts. She’s wet, so wet, and I groan against her skin, stroking her slowly, teasingly, feeling her grow slicker, hotter. Her clit is swollen, begging for attention, and I circle it lightly with my thumb, making her gasp.
“Please,” she whispers, her voice ragged with need. I smile against her skin, then move lower, kissing every inch of her like it is sacred ground. I hook my fingers into the waistband of her shorts and panties, pulling them down and off, leaving her bare to me. She’s perfect, all soft curves and smooth skin, and I can’t wait to taste her.
Settling between her legs, I spread her wide and look up at her. Her eyes are glazed with desire, her lips parted, waiting. I lean in, breathe her in, then dip my tongue into her folds, tasting her for the first time. She cries out, her hips bucking, but I hold her steady, my hands gripping her thighs. I explore her with my tongue, learning her, finding the spots that make her gasp and moan. I suck her clit into my mouth, flicking it with my tongue, and she comes undone, her body convulsing, her cries filling the room. I don’t let up, not until she’s ridden out every last wave of pleasure. Then I move up her body, kissing her deeply, letting her taste herself on my lips. She kisses me back greedily, her hands roaming over my body, tugging at the towel still wrapped around me.
I sit up and undo the towel, letting it fall away. Her eyes widen as she takes me in, her gaze roaming over my body, lingering on my scars. I don’t shy away from her scrutiny. I’ve earned every mark, every wound. They’re a part of me, and I wear them proudly. She reaches up, tracing the scar near my navel with her fingers. Letting her explore, I still feel the ghosts of old pain mingle with the pleasure of her touch. She looks up at me, her eyes soft with understanding, and something inside me shifts. “You’re beautiful too,” she whispers, and I lean down, kissing her again, feeling a connection I haven’t felt in a long time.
And I am far from done with her. Without breaking the kiss, I slide my hand down her body again, cupping her breast, feeling the weight of it in my palm. Her nipple hardens against my touch, and I roll it between my fingers, making her gasp into my mouth. Pulling back from the kiss, I move to take her nipple into my mouth again, swirling my tongue around it, feeling her arch into me. Her hands find my hair, tugging gently, urging me on. I oblige, moving to the other breast. She’s writhing beneath me, her breath coming in short gasps, her body begging for more.
I trail kisses down her stomach, feeling her muscles quiver under my touch. I dip my tongue into her belly button, making her giggle softly. The sound is light and sweet, and it makes me smile against her skin. I move lower, settling between her legs again. This time, I slide two fingers into her, feeling her clench around me, her body eager for more. I curl my fingers, finding that spot inside her that makes her cry out, her hips bucking against my hand.
At the same time, I lean in, taking her clit into my mouth again, sucking gently as I pump my fingers in and out of her. She’s so wet, so hot, and I feel her getting close again. I increase the pace, my fingers moving faster, my tongue flicking against her clit. She comes with a scream, her body convulsing, her inner muscles clamping on my fingers. I ride out her orgasm with her, slowing my movements as she comes down, her body relaxing into the bed.
But it’s still not enough. I want to see her come apart again. I want to feel her lose control under my touch. I slide my fingers out of her, bringing them to my mouth, tasting her again. She watches me, her eyes dark, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Moving up her body, I capture her mouth in a deep kiss. She moans into my mouth, her body arching against mine. I slide my leg between hers, feeling her heat against my thigh. She grinds against me, her body seeking friction, seeking even more release. I break the kiss, moving down to her neck, biting gently at the soft spot where her shoulder meets her neck. She gasps, her body bucking against mine. I soothe the bite with my tongue, pressing my thigh against her harder. Slowly, I start to thrust against her. Her body is tense, her breath coming in short gasps. She’s close.
I ride her harder until she cries out, her body convulsing. I ride out her orgasm with her, my body pressed against hers, feeling her heartbeat against my chest. As she comes down, herbody relaxing into the bed, I straddle her, my knees on either side of her hips. Her eyes roam over me, her gaze heated, her desire still evident even after three orgasms. She’s exactly the woman I needed in my bed right now.
Sliding my hand down my body, I find my clit, rubbing gentle circles around it. Her eyes follow my hand, her breath coming in short gasps. She licks her lips, her body tensing beneath me, and I lean back, giving her a better view. I’m so wet, so hot, and I feel my orgasm building, my body tensing. Her hands find my thighs, her fingers digging into my skin. She’s watching me. I can see the effect I’m having on her, the way her body is responding to mine.
I increase the pace, my fingers moving faster, my body chasing release. I’m close, so close. I feel it building, my body tensing, my breath coming in short gasps and then I’m there. I ride out my orgasm. As I come down, my body relaxing, I collapse onto the bed next to Cindi, my body sated, my breath coming in slow, steady gasps. She turns to me, her eyes soft, her body relaxed. She reaches out, her fingers tracing the lines of my face, the curves of my body. “You’re amazing,” she whispers, and I smile, capturing her mouth in a soft, gentle kiss.
