He dragged his mouth from mine, his beard scratching my skin as he moved to my ear. “Tell me to stop.”
I gripped him tighter. “No.”
“Then take me to your room.”
I tipped up my head, meeting his dark stare. His gaze was riveting, passionate. His lips were wet from mine.
“I don’t do this.”
“Neither do I,” he retorted. “This is not my style. But I want you.” He rolled his hips, leaving me no doubt as to his want. His erection was huge, pressing against me, cranking me higher.
He was right. I wanted him as well. It was only one night. Then I would leave this town and go find a new life.
Why not?
“It’s the last room on the corner.”
I tried not to giggle as he stepped away from the truck and headed to the motel, keeping me wrapped around him. Teasing, I bit his ear, licking the shell. I grinned as he shivered, liking his reaction to me. “I’m on the pill,” I whispered.
“I have condoms.”
“Always prepared, like a Boy Scout?” I murmured, tamping down the pang of jealousy that flashed through me at the thought of him using a condom with another woman.
“Habit, I suppose,” he replied. “Haven’t used one in a long time.”
I liked that response and rewarded him by licking his neck and nibbling on his skin. He groaned low, smacking my ass as he carried me across the parking lot, sticking to the shadows. “Get your key ready, woman. We need to get inside your room.” He paused. “So I can get inside you.”
I had my key out by the time we reached the door. Inside, he stepped around my flower-covered suitcase and tossed me on the bed. He stood over me, his chest heaving, his eyes dark and intense.
“Lose the shirt,” I whispered.
He tossed it over his head, sliding his hand down his torso and flipping open the button of his jeans. His erection strained against the material, hard and massive. I slid closer, running my hands up his stomach and chest. He was taut, firm, chiseled. Every muscle defined, his jeans hanging low enough to show me the start of that sexy V. I slid my fingers over his bulge, hefting it in my hand.
“This all for me?”
His eyes rolled back in his head, and he sank his fingers into my hair, drawing me close. Teasingly, I nudged at him with my nose. “Maybe I need an introduction.”
He stepped back, tugging down his zipper, the sound of the teeth opening a low metallic growl in the room. With a push, his jeans fell to the floor, his erection springing free. It hit his stomach, hard, long, and perfect.
“Holy moly,” I whimpered. “Good thing you have condoms, because the ones I left behind never would have fit.”
For a moment, he stared, then threw back his head in laughter. I giggled as he yanked me to my feet, kissing me, tugging off my clothes, throwing them behind him. He teased me with his hands, caressed my skin as he uncovered it, moaning.
“I wondered how many of these little dots you had all over your skin,” he murmured, licking his way down the path of freckles on my arm. “So sexy.”
“They’re everywhere,” I groaned.
He met my gaze, lifting his eyebrow. “Is that a fact? I look forward to finding them all.”
He had me back on the bed before I could blink. We became a mass of writhing limbs, seeking hands, and hot, wet mouths. He liked having his nipples sucked. He moaned low when I brushed my mouth over his stomach and wrapped my hand around his erection. He shouted when I licked the crown, teasing him with my tongue. He rolled me over.
“Later,” he promised.
I swore he discovered every one of my freckles. Licked and kissed them all. Nibbled on my neck, laved my breasts, cupping them in his hands and teasing the nipples with his tongue until they were hard and aching. He slipped his hand between my legs, circling my clit, groaning in my ear.
“You’re so wet for me, Red. I love it.”
He slid on a condom and hovered over me. There was a glint in his dark gaze, a hesitation I didn’t expect. I lifted my face to his and kissed him. “Please.”
He stared at me, the most profound expression on his face. He was a study in contrasts. His mouth curled into a wicked smile, his facial expression filled with desire, but his eyes were unsure, almost vulnerable. An odd thought flashed through my mind.
This man has been hurt. Badly.
A wave of tenderness ran through me.
“Please,” I whispered again. “I want you so much.”
He sank inside me, his gaze never wavering. His eyes lost that vulnerable look, becoming darker, sexier as he slid in inch by inch until we were flush. He dropped his forehead to mine.