Page 16 of One Night Stand After Another
She eased away from him, sitting up. He turned his back to do the awkward business of shucking the condom.
“You did…? I mean…” She paused.
He looked over his shoulder. Her cheeks were bright red as she struggled.
He let her off the hook with a chuckle. “Yes, I came. Hard. I still can’t see straight.”
“Oh, good, then.” She looked relieved.
He tied and tossed. Then he turned and flung himself onto his back on the bed, settled himself beside her, and pulled the cover over them.
“This is hard to ignore.” Her hand clasped his cock. “So to speak.”
He thickened further. “I promised not to rush you, but he doesn’t know it. We’ve only got”—he checked his phone—“seven more hours, and I’d like to spend at least three of them with you on your back and my tongue inside you.”
He smiled at her and waited for her nod of understanding, and then he dropped the reins on his self-control and buried his face in her neck, breathing deeply. He inhaled the scent of her hair, skimming down her arm and lower. This woman smelled amazing, and a little bit like him, which gave him a primal thrill of possession. He buried his nose in her belly. Took a quick detour to the back of her knees, and then settled in where he began, sighing happily.
Pure, wet, womanly desire, mixed with his own sharp scent, and the slightly acrid odor of latex, the best combination on earth. It smelled like sex and had an instant effect on his cock. He could go right now, but since his rock-hard erection was hidden against the mattress, he wasn’t going to tell her that until she’d come on his tongue at least twice. He wanted her satisfaction all over his face before he flipped her over and showed her another way a man his size could give pleasure to a woman with a G-spot as sensitive as hers.
He lifted his face, dragging his tongue straight up her center, grinning when she shuddered and moaned.
“You good?” he asked.
“I’m good,” she gasped. “Don’t stop.”
He bent his head and began to feast.
Chapter Six
A faint sound from the floor woke Clara. She was warm. And heavy. Languid. Every muscle felt cemented to the bed. A weight on her back. What day was it?God, please let it be the weekend.
She heard the chime again. It meant something, and she didn’t think it was part of the sexy dream she’d been having.
Reluctantly, she opened her eyes.
Gray walls? Purple bed?
What? Where?
Hotel?
No.
With a suddenness that disoriented her even more than the exhaustion that kept trying to mug her, she knew where she was. Zane’s bed. With Zane’s big body plastered to her back.
She moved, reaching for her phone, and his arm tightened around her middle. She grabbed his wrist and yanked.
“Sorry,” he mumbled, letting her go but following her to the edge of the bed and snuggling right back up to her. “What’s wrong?”
Horror hollowed her chest when she unlocked her phone. “I missed my Uber.”
“Your ride back to the hotel?” He was already rolling to the other side of the bed. “I can take you.”
“I missed my ride to the hotelandthe airport.”
She clutched her phone and pressed the other hand to her stinging eyes. It was after eight. She was going to miss her flight—there was no way around it. Once again, she’d allowed herself to be blown off course by Zane fucking Brampton.
Allowed? Hell, she’d gleefully participated.
