Every Other Memory

“Spontaneity,” she mumbles, pressing her lips to mine.

“Spontaneity, need, desire, want, I don’t care what you label it. I just know that being inside you is as much a necessity as breathing.” Trailing my lips down her neck, I’m hit with the reminder that I’m staying with my sister. We’ll have to get a room, which honestly, is better. I can take my time with her.

“I don’t do this kind of thing,” she tells me, chewing on her lip. I start to speak, to say anything that will make her change her mind, but she beats me to it. “But I want to with you. I don’t know—” She shakes her head as if clearing the fog. “I don’t have an explanation other than I don’t want this night to end.”

“Music to my ears, dream girl.” With my arm around her waist, holding her as close as I can get her without carrying her out of here, I lead us out of the club.

“Dream girl?” she asks once we’re outside on the sidewalk.

Turning, so her back hits the side of the building, I cage her in with my hands braced over her head against the wall. “You’re my every fantasy come true.” I give her no other explanation as I fuse my lips with hers. I let my body do the talking as I move in close, pressing my hard cock against her belly. Showing her precisely what she does to me.

Her nails dig into my biceps as I slow the kiss, resting my forehead against hers. “I want you.”

Her chest heaves for breath. “I want you too.”

“I’m in town visiting family. Hotel room?” I pull my forehead from hers so that I can gauge her reaction.

“I— Yes.”

Sweeping her hair from her eyes, I make sure I have her attention before saying, “We don’t have to. There’s no pressure. I can see you home if that’s what you want.” While I say the words, my cock throbs at the idea of never being inside her.

“No. I-I want to. This is just a first for me,” she replies, looking down at the ground.

“Hey.” With my index finger under her chin, I move her eyes to mine. “It’s been over a year for me, and I promise you that you’re safe with me.”

“I believe you.” She gives me a shy smile. “I don’t know why. You’re a complete stranger, but I believe you.”

I feel ten feet tall and bulletproof from her admission. I don’t deserve her trust as a complete stranger, but the fact that I have it has me wanting to show her she made the right choice. “We’ll get a room, and we can just talk or kiss.” I run the pad of my thumb across her bottom lip. “More kissing isn’t a bad thing,” I say, wanting to feel her lips against mine more than anything else in the world.

I watch as her fingers fly across the screen of her cell phone. I assume texting her friend, letting her know where she is. That’s smart, and I’m glad. No matter how much she trusts me, she needs to be safe. Sliding her phone into her purse, she laces her fingers with mine and nods. I don’t say anything. I’m afraid my words could make her change her mind, and that would be a tragedy. My heart thunders in my chest as we walk two blocks to the closest hotel. Silence lingers between us, but the electricity sparks as if we both could ignite in flames at any second.

It doesn’t take long before we’re checked in and I’m sliding the card into our newly rented room. I push open the door and motion for her to walk in ahead of me, with me following her, making sure to push the door closed and twist the lock, tossing the keycard on the dresser.

My eyes follow her as she walks toward the window, pulling back the curtains to peer outside. “Nice view,” she says, her voice shaking.

“The best,” I agree.

She turns to look at me over her shoulder. “You can’t even see it.” Her lips tilt in a shy smile. She knows exactly what I’m referring to.

Her.

“I can see everything I need to.” I stand still, hands shoved in my pockets when all I want to do is rush to her, rip her clothes off, and devour every sexy fucking inch of her. But something holds me back. It’s more than the fact that I told her she set the pace. It’s— I’m not ready for my time with her to end, and I’m afraid that once I’m inside her, once our bodies have come together, she’s going to leave, and yeah, I’m not ready for that to happen.

Not yet.

“I don’t know how to do this.” Her words are a whispered confession that pulls at something deep in my chest.