Stopping at his truck, Cael whirled Red around, fingers still linked, and backed her up against the door. He wanted to press his aching cock into her soft body again, but halted a few inches away. Looking down, he held her gaze. “Who do you need to call?”

Titan’s deep voice slid over Regina, melting her so that it took her a moment to realize he had asked a question. Her mouth opened but no words came out as her brows lowered in confusion.

“A friend? Someone you can tell where you are and who you’re with.” When she continued to ponder his question silently, he added, “Red, you’re a woman about to go off with a man you don’t know. Make sure someone knows.”

“We agreed—no names tonight. I want to stick to that.” His lips pinched, determined, so she quickly pulled out her phone. “Hey,” she said softly when they answered. “Just letting you know I’m going to—” she halted as she peered up at him.

“Richmond Hilton…downtown.”

Lifting an eyebrow with a half-smile on her face, she repeated, “The Richmond Hilton. As soon as I get there, I’ll let you know what room I’m in.” She listened before laughing, “Of course, I know what I’m doing.” After another moment, she finished with, “All right, goodnight,” and disconnected, sliding her phone back into her purse. “I’m not sure that makes a whole lot of sense telling my…uh, friend that I’m going to a hotel, since I can’t give them a name, but I feel like throwing caution to the wind tonight.” Stepping closer, pulling his body flush with hers, she urged, “Kiss me.”

Smirking his satisfaction, Cael leaned the rest of the way in, pressing his body into hers so that they were touching from knee to head. Her breasts were against his chest, his cock flush with her stomach. He bent to take her lips, folding his body around hers protectively. Their lips moved over each other’s, tongues dancing again. His cock swelled painfully and he wondered how he would managed to drive. Leaning back, he sucked in a deep breath.

“Gotta back off, Red, or I’ll never make it to the hotel.”

She licked her kiss-swollen lips and grinned. “Then let’s go. I may be crazy, but I trust you.”

“That’s not crazy at all. I swear it.” He tried to convey the truth and honesty of that statement in his eyes, looking deeply into hers. She nodded, slowly, and he acknowledged her understanding with a quick dip of his chin. “All right, then. Your carriage awaits.” Shifting her out of the way, he opened her door and assisted her into his truck. Leaning over her chest, he fastened her seat belt, stealing another kiss at the same time. Rounding the front, he climbed into the driver’s seat and started the engine, pulling out of the parking lot.

“Nice truck,” she said, her face turned toward him.

“Thanks. Traded in my SUV when I really needed a pickup for hauling stuff.”

Driving, he slid his hand over to her lap, linking fingers once more. Regina looked down at his hand, so large and rough compared to her much slimmer one. She knew he could crush her easily, but she felt nothing but ease in his presence. Glancing to the side at his strong profile, she smiled. Just one night. I only want just one night.

A few minutes later they walked into the Hilton, hand in hand. As they moved to the reception desk to check into the hotel, she noted the opulent lobby with red leather sofas and chairs in conversations areas and sleek modern chandeliers hanging above. To the right was the entrance to the bar, the sounds of clinking glasses and soft music flowing from the doorway. The connecting restaurant appeared to still be in full service despite the late hour. A hand on her lower back startled her and she jumped, looking behind her only to blush as she observed Titan smiling down at her.

“Ready?”

Meeting his smile, she nodded. “I was just admiring the lobby. I’ve never been here before.”

“Me either,” he replied, never taking his eyes off her.

Pondering his comment, the look on his face as he said it, like it meant something for her to know that, as he escorted her to the elevator, she turned once they entered and said, “We could have gone somewhere a lot cheaper. I mean, this is lovely, but…”

“Overdone for a one-night?” he finished for her.

A giggle slipped out. “Yeah…”

He moved into her space, keeping barely an inch between their bodies as the elevator ascended. “Can’t explain it, Red. I don’t do a lot of one-nighters and certainly not like this. But, there’s something about you. Maybe it’s ‘cause you’re sexy as hell and I want to do something special for you. Maybe it’s ‘cause you’re witty and smart and I don’t want you in some fleabag hotel.”

Her eyes dancing with mirth, she agreed, “I wouldn’t want to be in a fleabag hotel either.”

“Maybe it’s ‘cause with all that’s going on around me, I need this. You. Here. This. Tonight.” He lifted one finger and traced the curve of her cheek, along her jaw, to her chin, where he lifted it slightly.

She sobered at his words and the look of need on his face. “Yeah,” she breathed, thinking he had just described her feelings exactly.

The elevator doors opened and he pulled back, leaving her longing for the kiss that did not happen. Instead, he turned swiftly, leading her out by their linked hands again. As they approached the end of the hall, he said, “Send your text to your friend. Tell ‘em we’re in room 917.”

She dispatched the text as he ordered and barely had time to replace her phone in her purse when he had the door unlocked and she found herself lifted into his strong arms as he stalked inside the room.

Kicking the door closed with his boot, Cael turned quickly, placing Red’s back against the door. Shifting her hips, she wrapped her legs around his waist, nestling her heated core against the bulge in his jeans. He felt the heat of her searing through their clothes and his cock swelled painfully.

His mouth slammed onto hers again, the force almost painful, but as his tongue invaded her mouth, Regina melted in his arms. Grabbing his jaw with both hands, she allowed him dominance over the kiss while holding him in place. He tasted of whiskey and man, a heady combination. She had several vodka cranberry cocktails at the bar, but was certain she was sober. She had never felt so alive. Alive. God, yes, alive!

Her breasts pressing against his chest and the feel of her soft ass in his hands drove all other thoughts from Cael’s mind other than wanting to get her naked and underneath him. Or maybe against the door. Or maybe on the desk he observed for a brief second as he entered the room. Or maybe all of them. Suddenly, the idea of a one-and-done did not appeal. He wanted the whole night, at least, which was something he never did.

He felt a nip of teeth on his lips and jerked. “Hey,” he mumbled, his lips still on hers.

She pushed his head back slightly and said, “Where did you go? You were kissing me but your head was somewhere else.”

His eyes stayed on hers, a slow smile curving his lips. “I assure you, Red, my thoughts were on you. I was just thinking about our arrangement.” Seeing her brows lower, he rushed, “I mean, I want the whole night. No slipping away after one time. I want you as many ways as I can get you and then, when we’re sated, I want to sleep beside you all night. When the morning comes, I’ll want you again. What do you say?”

“Hmmm,” she hummed, pretending to be considering the idea. “That sounds like you’ll need a lot of stamina.”

“Stamina’s never been a problem, babe.”

“And condoms? You came prepared?” she asked, lifting her brow.

“I think I’ve got us covered.”

“You think?”

“I know. And, if we happen to exceed my wildest expectations, there’s a drug store next door to the hotel.”

“Well, aren’t you the boy scout, always prepared.”

Barking out a laugh, he leaned back in, silencing her with his lips on hers again. Angling his head, he slid his tongue inside, tangling with hers, tasting the fruity drink she had been drinking when he first saw her.

Regina tightened her legs, pulling his crotch closer, the delicious heat from his cock striking her core through the denim barrier. She shifted, increasing the friction she craved. Groaning, she rubbed harder, sure she would be able to come just from dry humping.

He pushed back and she groaned louder, this time in discontent.

“When you come, Red, it’ll be with us flesh on flesh.”

Biting her lip, she grinned. Nodding, she slid her legs to the floor as he backed away slowly.

Linking fingers, Cael continued to back toward the bed, taking her along with him. As soon as his legs hit the mattress, he stopped. He slid his hands to the bottom of her sweater and, gaining her nod, lifted it over her head, observing it snag on her breasts before it passed over her head and landed onto the floor. Dropping his gaze, his breath caught in his throat at her breasts barely covered in a pale green, silk bra. Her breasts, not overly large, fit her curves perfectly.

She stood statue still, her eyes on his face. He placed his forefinger on the pulse point of her neck and slowly dragged it downward in the center of her chest until it snagged on the front closure of her bra. With a deft flick, he unfastened the slip of material and watched it flutter to the ground behind her.

Her perfect breasts bounced slightly at the movement, her rosy nipples now hard points, begging to be sucked. He lifted her easily in his arms, bringing the tempting buds to his mouth. Pulling one in deeply, he heard her moan as he sucked hard, nipping with his teeth as she threw her head back, arching her back and pushing her breasts into his face even more.

Leaving one nipple, he kissed his way to the other, sucking it just as deeply. More intoxicating than his earlier whiskeys, he flicked the extended flesh with his tongue. His cock ached painfully, straining against his zipper, but he wanted to savor each moment with her.

Twisting, he lay her back on the bed, crawling over her. Her breasts were now slightly red from his beard and mouth. The sight of her nipples practically begging for attention made leaning away from them even harder. Hearing her small groan, he chuckled.

“I want you naked,” he said, his hands at her jean’s zipper. Making short work of unfastening them, he slid then down her long legs, snagging her pale green, silky panties at the same time. “Love the undies, Red.”

“Wore ‘em just for you,” she quipped, loving the feel of being naked for his perusal.

“Smartass,” he laughed, nipping her stomach before soothing it with a kiss.

“Aren’t you a little overdressed,” she complained, eyeing him eagerly. “You’ve unwrapped me like a present and I’d like to have a chance to do the same.”

“All in good time. Right now, I’ve got you just the way I want you.” Before she had a chance to complain about his high-handedness, Cael continued to kiss his way down her abdomen, over her neatly trimmed mound and, with a toss of her legs over his shoulders, he dove in, latching his mouth over her sex. The heat of her, the scent of her, the taste of her, all combined and he was undone. Afraid he would come in his pants like an untried teenager, he focused on her pleasure.

Delving his tongue inside her channel, he slowly licked up toward her clit, giving the swollen bud a tweak. Lifting his eyes to her face, he watched as her head slammed back against the mattress and her hands fisted the comforter. Sliding a finger into her sex, it was immediately coated with her moisture and he felt her inner muscles quiver. Quirking his finger, he hit the spot as he sucked her clit into his mouth deeper and she cried out, “Titan!”

A mixed emotion hit him. He loved bringing her to climax, yet longed to hear his real name on her lips. No names, no regrets. Why does that suddenly not sound so good anymore?

Her legs fell from his shoulders, bringing his thoughts back to the delicious taste on his lips. Kissing his way up her body, he paused to give each breast attention, before continuing on his path to her lips.

Groaning, Regina tasted herself on his tongue. Reaching down, she snagged the bottom of his shirt, attempting to pull it up. Struggling, she said, “You gotta help a girl out.”

He laughed as he pulled back and stood between her legs. Reaching behind him, he grabbed the back of his shirt and pulled it over his head, dropping it at his feet.

She leaned up on her elbows, her chest heaving with each breath at the sight of him. His shoulders…chest…biceps…all massive. It was obvious he lifted weights but she got the feeling that he worked in a job that used those muscles too. She started to ask, but halted. No personal information. Starting to regret their agreement, she stayed quiet, allowing her gaze to peruse down his washboard abs and focus on his hands at his belt. It slid from the loops before he unzipped his pants. His erection was so prominent, his boxers tented as soon as the zipper was undone. Jesus, he’s big. All over…big.

Clearing her throat as he dropped his jeans and boxers and stood there in all his naked glory, fisting his cock, she said, “Please.”

“Told you, Red. You don’t gotta beg.” He bent to grab his wallet from his jean’s pocket and pulled out a strip of condoms. Ripping open one, he tossed the others onto the nightstand.

As he rolled it on his cock, she grinned, “Boy Scout.”

Crawling onto the bed, he nudged her legs apart and said, “Damn, girl, you’re just begging to be spanked.”

Her core clenched at his words. She knew he could tell she had a physical reaction when he laughed.

“Shut up and get in me,” she ordered, spreading her legs wide for him and wrapping her feet around his waist.

His eyes darkened with lust and he plunged in with one forceful push. He halted as she gasped, looking down, concern on his face.

Shaking her head back and forth, she breathed, “Keep going. It’s okay…I just…God, you’re big.”

It was not the first time Cael had heard a woman make that claim but coming from her lips, it affected him in an unfamiliar way. Before, it had seemed more as a woman coyly stroking his ego or, perhaps, to gain bragging rights to her girlfriends later. But, from Red’s lips, it was almost spoken reverently.

“I want you comfortable,” he whispered, watching her closely.

“Move…please just move,” she said, opening her eyes to hold his gaze, her lips curving gently as her hands grasped his shoulders.

Keeping his considerable weight off her chest, he leaned on his forearms, which were placed on either side of her, his hands near her face. Rubbing her bottom lip with his thumb, feeling the softness, he bent to kiss her as he flexed his hips, pumping in and out. She urged him on with her heels on his ass and he lost himself in her warmth.

The friction built, deep inside, and Regina felt her inner core tighten. Meeting his thrusts with her hips, she felt on the precipice, desperate for the release she knew was sure to come. Closing her eyes, she saw pinpricks of light blinking as her body coiled tighter.

“Look at me,” Cael whispered, watching the play of emotions dance through her beautiful blue eyes when she opened them, her glorious hair spread over the comforter creating a shimmering halo. His cock continued to sink into her tight sex, the warmth and friction bringing him closer to his own orgasm, but he wanted her to come again first. Sliding one hand between them, he fingered her swollen clit, pinching it slightly.

Suddenly, Regina tensed as her body exploded in inner pulses that radiated throughout her being and a moan ripped from her lips.

Cael’s head jerked back from the feeling, his neck straining, the muscles cording and veins prominent, as his own orgasm pulsed from his body into hers. He continued to thrust over and over until every last drop had been wrung from his body.

Barely able to think, he fell to the side, hoping he had not crushed her in the process, pulling her over so she lay sprawled on top of him.

Together, they sucked in deep breaths, their hearts racing, as their sweaty bodies slowly cooled. After a moment, she lifted her head and stared down at him. “Wow, Titan,” she said, her kiss-swollen lips curved in a beautiful smile. “You got more where that came from?”

Laughing, he tightened his arms around her luscious body. “Oh, Red, we’re gonna go all night.”