That Hot Night

“It’s not just that, but yes. That too.”

“That, being sex?”

She growled and rolled her eyes. “Yes Rafe, sex.”

“Say that one more time,” I told her and closed my eyes, imagining another instance she’d say my name like that.

Janey leaned forward and licked her lips, slowly before a sultry smile spread across her face. “Yes, Rafe. Oh yes, Rafe. Sex.” It was just the right mix of husky and breathy and I sat back with a groan.

“Temptress.”

She rolled her eyes, disbelief written all over her face. “Sure.” Janey stood and I stood too, unwilling to let the night end so soon. “I’ll have dessert sent up to your room,” she said and turned away.

I reached out to touch her arm just as our waiter passed. “Two of those sinful chocolate cakes, room 1708.” My gaze never left Janey’s, giving her a chance to push me away or tell me to make room for two pieces of cake.

Instead she let out one soft sigh so her lips parted ever so slightly, and nodded. “Extra whipped cream please.”

Hell. “Make it double,” I told him and pulled Janey out of the restaurant like the animal I was. A hot, tense silence sat between us on the way to the elevator, inside the elevator, all the way until we were on the other side of my hotel room door. “Leave now if you want.”

Her chest heaved, and the little pulse at the base of her throat fluttered like butterfly wings. “No. I’m good.”

“Good.” That red dress was a knockout and my hands itch to touch it and the woman underneath. “Really good.”

“Is it?” Her question came out breathless and uncertain, and I was on her in an instant, mouths smashing together in a frantic energy that couldn’t be contained. Somewhere between Tulip and Santa Fe my body started to crave sweet little Janey and now here she was, gasping against my mouth and clawing at my back like she wanted me too. “Rafe.”

My hands cupped her hips and slid up her curves, learning her sweetness along the way while she moaned and gasped into my mouth. My fingertips eventually found the hidden zipper on her left side and I tugged it down until the dress loosened and fell to the ground. “Tell me you want this Janey. I need to hear you say it.”

She giggled against my lips. “You want this Janey.”

A laugh escaped and I pulled her flush against my body before lifting here in the air and carrying her to the bedroom. There was nothing but moonlit desert outside the window but Janey in black lace was the best view in the house. “I do want you,” I told her and laid her on the bed, letting my hands slide slowly down the length of her body. “All of you.” She trembled under my touch, whenever my skin touched hers.

“Rafe…,” she panted my name, and I was barely keeping it together.

“Yes?” She was so responsive it took everything I had not to shuck off all my clothes and slide into her, making her moan until it was time to check out and head back to Texas. I let my lips graze her skin. Her collarbone, her jawline, hear small ear, her lips. Her belly button. “Tell me, Janey.” She was having too much fun to speak and that’s exactly how I liked my women.

Janey was hot, damn near overheated as I kissed my way from her belly button down, stopping at the heated apex of her thighs and breathing in the scent of her arousal. “Oh!” My tongue flicked out to touch her, just the lace of her thong between us. “Oh, that’s…so good.” Her hips bucked, twice and one hand went to my head as her fingers tangled in my hair.

I knew what she wanted, what her body was asking for and I was happy to give it to her. More than happy, because when I slid that scrap of fabric to the side and put my tongue on Janey, she bucked up against me and cried out, grinding against me in the wild dance of the uninitiated. It’s her first time. What kind of man didn’t make sure to please his woman like this, I didn’t know, but I wanted Janey to know how it should be.

She moaned loudly, unable to contain her pleasure even for the sake of politeness. “Rafe. Rafe, yes!” Her hips started to move in bolder strokes as she grew more comfortable with her pleasure.

A knock sounded at the door and Janey froze. “It’s probably dessert,” I told her and stood reluctantly. “I got a head start,” I told her with a wink.

“I can’t believe you just said that!” She threw her head back and snapped her knees together.

“Why? You’re as sweet as any cake,” I told her honestly, heat in my eyes as I took in the sight she made with rumpled black hair, cockeyed panties. The only flaw was that here tits were covered. “I want you how you were when I get back.”