Keeping Gemma (Holiday Cove 2) - Page 8
When we got outside, the night air had dropped the temperature considerably, and I wished I had a jacket to offer her. Her strapless dress was tight, short, and thin. Perfect for me, but in the chilly night air, I wasn’t sure she was as thrilled about it. As we walked down the sidewalk, I noted her nipples peeking through the fabric and had to stuff down a groan at the way her tits jiggled each time her stiletto clad feet hit the ground.
“My car is right down there,” I said, pointing to the next block. In my experience, this was the point when the woman started getting a little antsy. Especially if they weren’t tipsy—which Talia didn’t appear to be. They were outside the club or bar, away from their friends, and the quiet walk to the car gave them just enough time for the reality to hit them that they were with a complete stranger, about to go get it on.
Talia, however, looked completely confident. A smile still clung to her lips, and her fingers continued to trace up and down my arm as she held onto me. She glanced up at me. “Perfect. So, you never told me what brings you to town.”
I grinned over at her. “Is this where I should say I came here to find a woman like you?”
Talia laughed, tossing her dark hair back. “I highly doubt that, but if you want to be elusive, that’s fine by me. Life is better with a little mystery, don’t you think?”
Who the hell was this woman? I didn’t know if she was real or a fantasy. Her warm hands on my arm told me she was real, but her oozing confidence, sex appeal, and devil may care attitude was like something from a dark fantasy world.
As soon as we got into my car, Talia let her hands wander. Before I’d even pulled onto the street, she had her hands traveling high up my thigh. I did my best to keep the wheel straight and my heart from lurching out of my chest when she gripped my cock through my slacks. “Mmm. This is going to be fun,” she purred.
Fuck.
I couldn’t drive fast enough. Street names whizzed by and I was silently thankful that I’d stayed at my hotel once before and wasn’t completely driving blind. There was no way I could have focused on a GPS when Talia’s hand was giving me a fuckin’ hand job from the passenger seat.
I’d checked into the hotel before going to the auction, so we cut a quick path to the elevators, and I tried to not care that I was sporting a huge woody as we got in. Fuck, the people around us had eyes. I was convinced any man who laid eyes on Talia’s perfect tits and ass would have the same reaction.
On the twenty-first floor, she followed my lead off the elevator, and with one swipe of a keycard, we were alone in my hotel room. Talia crossed to the large windows to assess the view. I stayed behind to do the same.
Her ass was perfect enough to make a grown man cry.
In the moonlight pouring in the window she looked sexier than she had under the lights of the club. The soft light hit every curve and I couldn’t hold back any longer. I crossed to step behind her and pressed my still erect cock into the curve of her ass. She sighed and leaned back against me. I let my hands wander down her sides, lingering on her hips.
“I want to see you naked,” I said, reaching for her zipper.
She didn’t answer but swept her hair out of the way so that I could remove her dress. Once unzipped, I slid it down her body. She wasn’t wearing a bra, but she did wear a thin pair of lace panties. I slid them down her thighs and left them in the puddle with her dress.
“Fuck if you aren’t the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” I pressed a few kisses against the curve of her neck, where she’d pulled back her hair. Then I took a few steps back to admire the view of her naked body in the glow of the moon. “Perfection. Now, turn around. Slow.”
Again, without a word, Talia did what I’d asked and spun around until she was facing me. She released her hair, letting it fall in loose waves around her bare shoulders. I sucked in a breath as I drank her in. Everything about her was perfect. Her breasts were natural and full. I salivated over her perky nipples, dying for a taste of the sweet buds. My eyes wandered lower, over her flat stomach, and flared hips, and then between her fleshy thighs to the bare pussy.
“Come here,” I demanded, my voice getting horse from sheer desire.
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