Page 13 of Trials of a One Night Stand
He prepares the folder with two room keys as if he’s moving in slow motion. Sure, the computer system might be lagging, but I don’t think so. The guy should have jerk tattooed on his forehead. Finally, after making us wait much longer than is polite, he hands the package to me. “You’re on the third floor. I wrote the room number down for you.”
“Thank you.” I’d rather not say a word to him, but I don’t want to act like an asshole in front of Jayne, given what she told me about her ex. I hold her hand and head to the elevator at a rapid pace.
“Enjoy your evening, and if your luggage arrives, I’ll be sure to let you know,” Edgar calls out in a snively voice.
Fucker. Fighting the urge to flip him off, I don’t glance back.
The elevator doors open, and Jayne enters. I follow her inside and turn her to face me.
Flames dance in her eyes. “Edgar is a little prick.”
“Yes, but he’s no longer our concern. Forget about him.”
We have much better things to think about.
The doors close not a moment too soon. I press the button for the third floor. As the elevator rises, my hands go to her ass, and I lift her. As if reading my mind, she wraps her legs around me.
My dick presses against her. “I’m so fucking hard.”
“I know.” She tightens her thighs and nips at my ear. “I need more.”
I move until Jayne’s back hits the wall, giving her better leverage to shift her hips and grind against me, and my mouth captures hers. Not satisfied with only her lips, I explore every inch of her mouth with my tongue. She tastes like an exotic elixir, and I can’t get enough. Her tongue meets mine, deepening the kiss. It’s as if we are moving ourselves as close as we can get, and I’m happy to do my part. I thrust against her, and Jayne’s moan tells me I’m hitting the right spot.
The elevator dings, and I’m tempted to press the button so we can ride all the way to the top, but then I remember we have a bed waiting for us. The doors open, and I carry her out.
I nuzzle against her neck, inhaling her sophisticated and sexy scent. “I’m going to fuck you now.”
“Are we on the right floor?”
I glance at the signage on the wall, trying to ignore how right she feels in my arms. “Third floor.”
Thank God I pressed the correct button. I’m about to lose it in the hallway. Now, all I have to do is find the room. My mind blanks on the number until I remember Edgar didn’t say the number aloud, so I look at the key folder—323.
Jayne points toward a hallway, the motion making her hips brush against my hard-on. “It’s to the left.”
I practically run to the room, enjoying the way her breasts jiggle. I’d never thought just making our way to the room could be considered foreplay, but it has been, especially with her hands all over me now, limited only by the way I hold her.
As I stand in front of our room, I realize I can’t unlock the door with her in my arms. I place her feet on the floor, then fumble with the key card. I’m not sure if it’s the alcohol or anticipation. Maybe it’s a combination because I almost dropped it. I pass the key in front of the reader, and… nothing happens.
“Shit.” Did Edgar give me the wrong key on purpose? I wouldn’t put it past the guy.
“Let me try.” Jayne snatches the key card as if she’s in a hurry to get inside. Her take-charge manner makes my dick harder. I like a woman who knows what she wants, and it’s a bonus she wants me.
As the green diode lights up and the lock clicks, my heartbeat ramps up a notch.
I pick up Jayne, swing open the door, and carry her inside. I’m not sure why I have Jayne in my arms again, but she’s not complaining, and I enjoy holding her close. I kick the door closed behind me. A light is on near the bed, which makes finding it easier than if the room were dark. Luck is on my side tonight.
I kiss her again, and her hands are in my hair. I’m desperate for her.
Electricity buzzes between us. Everything about us is magic. I might be a scientist, but I wholeheartedly believe in this kind of magic, the kind between two people with physical chemistry. If our kisses are anything to go by, the sex will be incredible.
I want to keep kissing her, but the urge to be inside her is so strong I set Jayne’s feet on the floor. She throws her purse and goody bag to one side and puts her mouth back on mine.
“I need you naked.” I trail kisses along her neck. She tastes so good—so sweet.
“One second.” She removes whatever’s been holding her hair up, and her wavy hair cascades down like Rapunzel’s.
“Sexy.”
