Gibson
We were standing outside the bar. I hated for the night to end so soon but couldn't think of a cool line to say to keep her from leaving. Before, all I'd do was tell a girl my name and what I did for a living, and I couldn't pry her off me.
Not knowing what would happen somehow made it more exciting.
Sacha stood there, looking up at me, as though deciding what to do. "I think I need to get back to my motel. The margaritas have done me in."
Damn.
"Well, I wouldn't be much of a gentleman if I didn't see you safe. I'll escort you."
To my own ears, my voice sounded thick, so maybe I was a little drunk too. I'd sleep it off in my truck, if necessary, but I'd rather hang out with her. The wary look she was giving me said she was thinking otherwise.
"That's okay, it's just over there."
She pointed to the motel across the street, but the gesture caused her to wobble on her heels. My arm came out instinctively to catch her before she fell.
"Whoa, I've got you."
She mumbled, "Thanks" but kept leaning on me, so I hooked her arm through mine and started in the direction of the motel. There was no way I was going to let her walk off on her own.
In minutes, we were at her door. She fumbled in her purse for the keycard then looked at me.
"Do you want to come in? I don't think you're in any shape to drive."
Dear God. I wanted to be with her more than anything at the moment, but I had to be sure it wasn't just the tequila talking. She was sexy as hell, but I wasn't going to take advantage of her and regret it later.
"Only if you want me to."
Her eyes said she did. She stood there, her keycard in hand, back against the door. She hadn't turned me down yet, so I inched closer. My hand came up to cup her face, and she didn't move away. Her delicate pink lips were slightly open, and her bottom lip quivered as I bent down to taste them again.
It was another scorching kiss, one that seemed to go on forever, but I really didn't want to make out in the hallway. I pulled back but only an inch or two, my breath quickening. She hadn't answered me yet and the wait was excruciating.
"Sacha, if you want me to come in, I need to hear you say it."
Her words were barely a whisper. "Yes. I do."
I said nothing more as she opened the door. Once inside, she flipped on a light and placed her purse on the desk, next to a cut-crystal bottle of amber liquid.
"Whoa, what is that?"
She held the bottle so I could see it. "A boutique label, small batch, rare whiskey. I offer samples to impress clients with our high-quality merchandise."
She popped the elegant crystal-topped lid off, and the aroma set my mouth watering. I hadn't had any of the really good stuff since I came to Tilly. No way did I need any more alcohol, but this I had to sample.
"May I? Only a taste."
She nodded and picked up a plastic cup. "Sorry I don't have a proper glass."
"It's okay."
The scent of honey and wet wood hit my nose. As I sipped, my tongue burned for a split second and then warmed. There were notes of cedar and orange, with a faint herbal finish. Delicious.
"Well?"
Her hopeful gaze almost made me chuckle, but I was too busy savoring. Warmth spread immediately from my neck down, not that any of it needed warming.
"Wow. That's nice."
"Thank you. Now, where were we?"
I set the cup on the desk as she grasped my hand and led me to the bed. My heart was doing flip-flops in my chest, and my head was buzzing so much I began to fear I'd had too much alcohol. Sacha sat on the bed and I eased down next to her.
She kicked off her shoes and I did the same. With a shy look, she lay back on the bed. I leaned over and lay next to her, propped up on one elbow.
"I think we were right about…here…"
I wrapped my free arm around her waist and leaned down to kiss her.
There was nothing more to say. There was only one reason we were here, together like this-desire had taken over and reason was out the window. It may not have made sense logically, but if felt so damn right.
She might be gone in the morning, but we'd always have this one passion-filled night to remember. I planned to make it one she'd never forget.
Though I was still tipsy from the drinks, I had enough control of my senses to go slow with her. It took some effort to resist the urge to rip her clothes off, but I made a point of taking my time. She was moaning and her breath was ragged, so it seemed she was enjoying it. I kissed a path along her jaw, then her neck, and worked my way down to her collarbone. As I licked the sensitive flesh at the base of her throat, a memory flashed of Bianca. I opened my eyes, so I could focus only on Sacha and not the intrusive memory.
Her eyes were closed. She seemed lost in sensation, so I kept my hands moving across her skin. I sat up and tugged at the edge of her silky blouse. She rose up enough to take it off, revealing an equally silky peach lace bra. Her breasts were not large but well-shaped. After a moment to admire the view, I placed a kiss on the curve of one breast, eliciting a gasp and a shiver from her. My other hand was inching its way under her skirt, caressing her thigh, and moving higher. As my fingers touched the satiny material of her panties, she took in a sharp breath.
"You like that?"
"Yes," she whimpered.
Making circular patterns with my fingertips on her mound, I used the other hand to unhook her bra. She needed no prompting, easing out of the bra to toss it aside. I lost control right then because my mouth needed to taste her. I immediately took one pink peak and nibbled it. Sacha grabbed my head, holding me to her chest, on a low groan of pleasure.
Her other hand was under my shirt, teasing my nipple with her nail. Our legs were intertwined, and her thigh moved to press against my crotch. My erection moved in response, and my resolve to go slow crumbled. If we didn't get these clothes out of the way soon, I was afraid I might come right there.
Her next words nearly pushed me over the edge.
"I want you inside me. Now."
I stood to take off my jeans, and as my clothes hit the floor, I wondered where I'd put the condoms I'd bought earlier. Crap. They're in the truck. I'd figured if I actually did hook up with Dahlia, we'd go back to my place. A midnight tryst with a sexy stranger at a motel was never on the agenda.
As much as I wanted to bury myself in her right now, I couldn't. I stood there naked, evidence of my desire standing at full attention. Sacha was naked now too, spread out before me on the bed and looking at me like a cat about to lick the hell out of a bowl of cream.
Fuck.
"I can't. I forgot my condoms."
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