Page 11 of Unpredictable
He was… I swallowed. God, he was even more gorgeous than I’d imagined. His tailored shirt had hinted at his powerful physique. But seeing him bare chested, pants hanging low on his waist, had me aching for more.
He spun me so my back was to him, taking his time as he lowered the zipper on my dress. Down, down it went, exposing my skin to the air, to his eyes. He slid his hands beneath the fabric, his touch both a soothing balm and a brush with fire.
As he pressed his lips to my neck, my dress fell to the floor, pooling at my feet. In that moment, with his eyes on me, I was glad I’d worn my good lingerie instead of the basic stuff I usually chose.
“You’re stunning.” He continued to kiss my neck, my back, everywhere. Anywhere there was bare skin, his lips explored.
I sighed, limbs relaxed. I hadn’t felt this alive in months—years, if I was being honest. In the back of my mind, I knew I might regret this come tomorrow. But just for tonight, just for one night, I allowed myself to give in to the moment, losing myself in this man and his touch.
Chapter Four
Icouldn’t stop kissing this woman, touching her. She’d captured my attention from the moment I’d set eyes on her in the bar. I’d come here hoping to find Talia’s event planner, intent on making things right with Olivia. Instead, I’d left with a blond goddess.
When I’d walked into the bar, there she was—all long legs and soulful eyes. She was striking in both her appearance and the confidence she wore like a second skin. I was drawn to her—arrested by her beauty but captured by her downcast demeanor, which seemed so out of place on such a gorgeous creature.
I sure as hell hadn’t expected her request—help me forget. And I hadn’t planned to help her, despite wanting to. God, how I’d wanted to. I understood her pain, her need for escape. Even if I didn’t know the exact reason for it, I knew how tempting it could be to lose yourself in the arms of a stranger. But it wouldn’t help—at least not beyond tonight. So, I’d tried to let her down gently.
But when I’d seen the wounded look in her eyes, I’d moved without thinking. I couldn’t let her walk away, not like that. Now when she thought I didn’t want her. A deeper part of me—a part I didn’t care to acknowledge—wanted to help her. Wanted to do whatever it took to banish the haunted look in her eyes.
I tangled my fingers in her hair, tilting her head, wanting to memorize the feel and taste of her. But it wasn’t enough. So, I hooked her legs around my waist, easily carrying her over to the bed. I set her gently on the mattress, only stepping back to remove my pants. But I paused, hand on my zipper, spellbound by the sight of her sprawled out on the bed.
The bedside lamp was on, the white comforter pristine and puffy like a giant cloud. Her white lace underwear reminded me of a bride on her wedding night, and I was struck by an overwhelming urge to claim her as mine. Her blond waves fanned across the pillow, her gaze full of desire, lips swollen. I didn’t know anything about her, but something in my gut told me to help her. Or maybe it was my dick, the greedy bastard wanting more of that creamy skin that smelled of flowers.
I kicked off my pants and crawled over her. Her skin was so smooth, her legs so long. I slanted my lips over hers, my cock seeking her heat. She sighed in response as I mapped her body with my hands, exploring the rise of her breasts, the valley of her stomach. Goose bumps dotted the surface of her skin, following the path I’d laid. She shuddered beneath my touch, and my dick twitched in response. It had been hard since I’d charged after her in the lobby, and I was aching for release.
“Tell me your name,” I whispered in her ear. I licked the shell, nipping at her skin, but she merely shook her head. Then I asked, “Do you know mine?”
She met my eyes, searching my gaze, studying my features, no doubt. “Should I?”
I shook my head and smiled to myself, loving her perplexed expression. She clearly wasn’t a football fan. But judging from her toned legs and flat stomach, she worked out. With every new discovery, I became more intrigued.
“I don’t need to know your name, but I do need to know you want this.” I gestured between us.
As desperate as I was for this woman, I wouldn’t take it any further without hearing the words from her lips.
She gripped my shoulders, pulling me closer, close enough to whisper in my ear, “I’m clean and have an IUD. I want this.”
That was all the confirmation I needed. “Good. I’m clean, and I have a condom.”
I kissed my way down her chest, peeling back the lace of her bra to suck on one nipple then the other. She arched her back, letting out a frustrated sigh as I made my way southward. I’d never met a woman so responsive, so attuned to my touch. My chest swelled with pride, knowing I’d had this effect on her.
I continued my descent, brushing my lips against her stomach, lavishing her skin with attention. Her arousal scented the air, and I was eager to taste her. I smoothed my hand down her stomach, caressing the skin over her hips, until a raised area on her side gave me pause. I retraced the route, curious about her past, about her scars. Though, I got the feeling from the way she tensed that I wouldn’t be getting answers anytime soon.
So, I did what she asked—I made it my mission to help her let go. I threw myself into the task of giving her pleasure and forgot anything but this moment. The past didn’t matter. The future didn’t matter. The present—this woman and her pleasure—were what mattered.
“Oh god.” She hummed when I nuzzled her through her underwear.
I pulled the lace scrap aside, and she bucked her hips when I circled her clit with my tongue. She tasted amazing—sweet and fruity, and I lapped her up. When I sucked her into my mouth, she clenched the sheets. And when I added a finger, she writhed, grasping the sheets as if they’d help her. I pressed a hand to her stomach to hold her in place.
Her orgasm came on quickly, and in what felt like record time, she was shuddering from my touch. I gave her a moment to catch her breath, while I stripped off my boxers and tossed them aside. Then, I peeled off her underwear and bra, leaving us both completely bare.
I stood at the foot of the bed admiring her as I sheathed myself. She was younger than me, but that wasn’t why she was so appealing. She was just… I didn’t know what it was about her, but there was just something that spoke to a part deep within me. It sounded absurd, but I felt a connection I’d long been missing. Some spark I hadn’t had with any of the other women I’d been with, maybe ever.
“What are you waiting for?” She smirked, scanning my body.
“Just taking a moment to admire the view.” I rubbed a hand over my chin.
She was magnificent, especially now that she was more relaxed. Her cheeks were pink, her lips swollen, and her limbs loose.I’ddone that to her. I’d made her feel good. I’d helped her forget. I’d chased the haunted look from her eyes, even if only briefly. And I’d continue doing it if I got another smile like the one she was currently flashing me.
