I changed my shirt five times. Five different black shirts, but the one I finally settled on was slightly lower cut than my others and also seemed to be a little cleaner and a little less wrinkled. Not that I would be wearing it for very long. I hoped.

After leaving Lorna, I texted Dash and told him that we were all systems go for the night ahead. It was just going to be us, a hotel room, and no one to bother us. We could finally finish what we had started in Pittsburgh. I couldn’t wait.

But as I did wait, I started to get a little nervous. What if it wasn’t everything I expected? What if it wasn’t everything I had made it out to be in my head? Then I remembered how hard I had come when Dash had gone down on me in the boat and I realized that I was being ridiculous. It was going to be amazing. And well worth the wait.

There was a knock at the door.

I checked the peephole. After Kimmie’s threat, I knew I couldn’t be too careful when it came to Dash and getting caught.

It was him. And looking good enough to eat in a tight black shirt, an equally tight pair of jeans and carrying a bag of take-out. Mmmm. I was starving. But not for food. Not yet.

Yet, when I opened the door, even though I wanted to launch myself at him, I found that I was feeling strangely shy.

“Hey.” I gave him the lamest little wave ever.

“Hey.” He smiled and waved back. “Can I come in?”

“Of course!” I immediately stepped to the side and ushered him in to the hotel room, checking the hallways once more before closing the door.

And then we were alone.

“So.” Dash put the food down on the table. “How was your day?”

It was the way he said it, slow and silly, that made me burst out laughing.

“Why is this awkward?” I asked him, running a hand through my hair. “It’s not like we haven’t been alone together.”

He came over to me and put his hands on my hips. “It’s true.” He leaned in and gave me a kiss on the cheek. Even that simple, chaste gesture made me hot. “But it’s how we’re planning on spending our alone time that might be making you awkward,” he teased.

“Making me awkward?” I sputtered, but before I could come up with an appropriate comeback, Dash captured my mouth with his. Almost immediately the humor of the situation dissolved into something far more intense. And sexier.

He hauled me up against his body, and I was glad that he was holding me up because as he began to drop kisses along the side of my neck, nipping at me gently, my knees went weak.

Without hesitating, Dash bent and swept me up in his arms, his lips finding mine. We kissed as he lowered me down onto the bed, spreading his body on top of mine. It felt so good, and I yet I needed more.

I tugged at the hem of his shirt, desperate to remove the layers of clothing still between us. I wanted him naked. I wanted him to be all mine for the night. Reaching back, he made quick work of his shirt, and then mine, both black shirts dropped onto a pile on the floor. My bra followed immediately, and I couldn’t help rubbing my taut nipples against his chest. He groaned at the sensation, his hands slipping down my jeans and into my panties to cup my ass.

We were back to where we’d been that night in Pittsburgh. The two of us, topless on a bed. I paused, listening. Dash pulled back to look at me.

“What are you doing?” he asked, an amused look on his gorgeous face.

“Just listening for a helicopter,” I told him. “You never know when one will show up to take you away.”

He snorted. “Are you trying to tell me that you’re hoping something will interrupt us again?”

I hooked my hand around the back of his neck and pulled him down, giving him a scorching kiss.

“I fucking hope not,” I told him when we parted, both of us breathing heavily.

Dash gave me a wicked grin. “Good.” He pinned my hands above my head. “Because I’ve got plans for you. And they last all night long.”

With that tantalizing challenge issued, I gave myself up to him and his mouth, and his hands, and every other inch of him. He situated himself between my thighs, urging me to wrap my legs around him. I did, and even though there were still two pairs of jeans between us, I could feel the ridge of his long, hard cock pressing against the softest part of me. Arching up, I struggled against his hands, wanting to touch him. But he held tight, his attention now focused on my nipples.

He teased and nipped at them, drawing each tight bud into his mouth and lavishing it with attention until I squirmed beneath him, the sensation almost too intense.

“Dash,” I moaned, my hips bucking against his. “I need . . . I want . . .”

“I know, baby,” he murmured against my breast. “I know.”

Then he released me, and my hands went immediately to his jeans. We both fumbled with each other’s zippers, but finally our pants joined the shirts on the floor, followed immediately by my panties and his briefs.

We were naked. And he was gorgeous.

“Wow,” I gasped, taking in the amazing sight of his fit torso, strong thighs, and extremely impressive erection.

“Wow, indeed.” Dash’s voice was harsh, and when I looked up at him, the intensity in his eyes almost made me come right there.

No guy had ever looked at me that way. Like he wanted to eat me up. And I wanted him to. I wanted him to eat me up over and over and over again.

“Please tell me you have a condom,” I realized, with a sinking feeling that I did not.

But Dash gave me a grin and quickly retrieved a packet of them from his jeans. I took one from him, unwrapped it, and went about the very pleasurable task of protecting us both. He groaned as my fingers rolled the condom down over his shaft, and I couldn’t help stroking him a few times, loving the way he felt against my hand.

“Careful,” he warned. “I’m not ready for this to be over yet.”

“Me neither,” I told him, releasing him.

Leaning over me, Dash slid his hands downward, spreading my legs open, his fingers teasing me. I was wet, so wet and ready for him, but he took his time, dragging his thumb over my clit, drawing slow, tantalizing circles there.

“It’s so good,” I moaned, thrusting my hips upward.

“It’s going to get better,” he told me, finally settling between my legs, the thick head of his cock pressing against my entrance.

“Please,” I begged. “Please, Dash, please.”

He obliged, thrusting deep inside of me. I gasped, the pleasure so intense, so perfect that I began to shake. He gripped my hips, holding still as my body adjusted to his, but he didn’t stay that way for long. Drawing back slowly, he thrust even deeper. I dug my nails into his arms, urging him to go faster. Deeper. He did, and I could feel my orgasm building up inside of me as he slid his hand underneath my ass and tilted my hips upward.

The new angle made everything better, and he began to go even faster. I felt him groan, both our bodies vibrating from the sound, the sensation ricocheting through me. Then, Dash slid his hand between our bodies, his thumb finding my clit immediately.

It was too much. It was just enough. I came, crying out, my body shuddering beneath his as the room went hazy around me. All I knew was pleasure. And Dash. He thrust again, and then he too found his release, collapsing on top of me, both of us completely spent.