She opens her eyes and peeks around the room, surprised at the sunlight slipping in where the curtains meet. She covers her mouth and turns her head away from me, hiding her breath. I couldn’t care less about her morning breath. I haven’t found one thing about her that turns me off. That’s only happened to me with one other person, a woman I had a short affair with when I was twenty-one. She was thirty-two and I’d met her while I was playing a show in Germany. She was married. I had to let her go.

I never thought I’d find that again–someone who, everything about her, feels good to me. Smells good. Sounds good.

I know I won’t be the only one who thinks so. As soon as the world gets ahold of Rue, they’re not going to let her go.

I don’t have much time.

“Did I fall asleep?” she asks, shocked.

“You did. You passed out right after…”

“NO! I couldn’t have!” She plows her face into the pillow.

“You had a long day.”

Mortified, she peeks at me. “I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be.”

“I need to brush my teeth.”

“No, you don’t.”

She smiles, and rises out of bed anyway, peeks over her shoulder at me, her hair falling in front of her face. “I really do… and we didn’t have sex yet?”

I lay back with my hands under my head. “Oh we had sex. I had my way with you when you were passed out.” Gullible, she stares at me, wondering if I’m lying. I pull the pillow out from under my head and throw it at her. “Come on! You hungry?”

Walking to the bathroom completely naked, she mutters, shaking out her hair, “I’m hung over is what I am. And by the way, if you have a toothbrush, I’m about to use it. I hope that doesn’t gross you out.”

I rise up to watch her. She’s got a dancer’s body, sinewy and graceful. I love the way her back moves as she pulls up her hair and twists it into a bun, tucking the end inside it.

Even with her slender form, she’s got hips.

Childbearing hips.

My cock stiffens, getting ready for what I’m going to do to her. “Go to town. But like I said, not necessary.”

She disappears into the bathroom. Reaching over for the phone, I dial room service. “We need eggs and toast. And some coffee. Wait a second.” I call to her, “Do you drink coffee or soda?”

She calls back, “Water, please! I can’t stomach caffeine right now.”

To the guy on the other end of the line, I order, “One coffee. A few bottles of water. And a couple Bloody Mary’s. You have a fruit plate, right?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Great. And a fruit plate. Thanks.”

Rue comes back in as I hang up. “You didn’t give them your room number.”

“They see that on the screen when I call.” Before she has the chance to feel bad for not knowing these things, things that don’t matter to me, I pat the bed and say firmly, “Come here.”

Her eyes light up and she runs over and leaps onto the bed. I grab her to me, kiss her, and move the blankets so she can get in. “I don’t drink soda, by the way. Did you know it doubles your chances of getting pancreatic cancer?”

Leaning down and kissing her lips, I shake my head. “You’re really not helping my hard-on with that little bit of trivia.” She laughs, her breath fresh and minty as she weaves her arms around my neck, pressing the pliable mounds of her breasts into me. Looking into her eyes, I smile, thinking that there’s nowhere else I’d rather be. I feel content. It’s a new feeling. “Look at you walking around naked without being all self-conscious.”

“I have to change in front of people all the time, ever since I was a kid, for performances.” She gazes up at me, and smiles. That painful tug in my chest comes again. Flipping us over so that’s she’s riding me, straddling my hips, I push away the strange ache and focus on the curves of her body instead.

She pushes her nails into my abs, testing the resistance. “So tight,” she murmurs, scratching me. “You like that?”

“Yes.” I reach between her legs and cup her, groaning and closing my eyes. “You’re so fucking wet, Rue. That drives me crazy.”

She leans down, her hair and breasts hanging under gravity’s pull as she grabs my cock and whispers against my lips, “You’re so fucking hard, Alec. That drives me crazy.”

With my shoulders rising off the bed, I take her mouth in mine and explore it with my tongue. Her hips I guide down so the tip of me touches the outside, gliding on her slickness, angling to get in and do what I didn’t have the chance to last night. When she fell asleep, it was absolute fucking torture to let her doze off. I trailed my index finger over her entire body, covered every soft curve. But still she didn’t wake, and when a light snore escaped her lips, I laughed and lay down with her to wait until morning.

And now, I’m glad I waited, because the rested, excited look in her soft brown eyes is enough to make me swell with need. She’s ready for me now, and her eyelashes are half-mast as she arches out her hips and lowers onto my cock, taking me in inch by inch. A moan escapes her lips and she smiles.

This is our first time, something I’m not normally cognizant of. But right now, the knowledge is a turn-on. My gut tightens as the blood races to my erection. I groan as she takes almost all of me in. I can feel the edge of her cervix, so I rock my hips, reaching down to touch her and stroke her clit, inviting her body to receive me as I bend my legs and hold her steady.

She moans again, getting wetter, and rocks with me. We’re staring at each other and it’s intense.

I can’t look away from these eyes of hers. “You’re opening up for me, you feel that?”

She nods, mesmerized. “You’re so big, I didn’t know if I could.” She pushes her ass out, and slides up and down, riding me. It’s slow at first, torturously slow, so good I close my eyes and struggle to hold back my release. Getting ahold of myself, I open them again and see her watching me, riding my cock. “Fuck, Rue. You’re killing me.”

“Do you like this?”

I nod, biting my bottom lip and pushing my hips up to fully thrust inside of her. She hovers above me and lets me do the work. Again and again I ram my hips up, arching my back and penetrating her as deep as I can go as she closes her eyes and whips her head back, crying out. She grabs her breasts, and a fresh burst of blood swells into my cock, making me so hard it’s incredible. I flip her over and she yelps as I ram into her from behind, pounding her in a building rhythm that has her quaking and grabbing onto the headboard. She’s so gone, she’s making only short, sexy little grunts as her muscles contract and tighten around my shaft. I’m holding back, making sure she feels the pulsing for a long time before I bring her over the edge again, with my own orgasm. But a knock at the door interrupts us. Panting, I pull out and slap her ass. “That was Round One.”

She laughs and struggles to walk to the bathroom on wobbly knees. “Now it’s my turn to hide in a bathroom!”

“You don’t have to hide. It’s just breakfast.”

“Let me get a robe at least!”

I smile and grab my pants, yanking them on. “Be right there!” I’m raking a hand through my hair on the way, thinking about her. I’m not prepared to see Sean on the other side of the door, dressed like he’s been up for hours.