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This feeling that I’m having, I don’t want it to stop.

Besides, good sex seems like a distant memory. Maybe that’s why I’m so tense these days. My vibrator might make me come, but it doesn’t give me a connection with another person. And that is what my life is seriously lacking.

We continue to dance for a few more songs, and I find myself letting loose and letting go. He leaves the dance floor and comes back with two bottles of water, and I thank him and drink greedily. He watches me as I lick the water off my lips. Our eyes connect and hold, and I can’t deny the heat there. My gaze drops to his lips, and I find myself wondering how they taste.

“You’re so sexy,” he whispers into my ear, hand on the side of my neck, his lips brushing my skin, sending shivers down my spine. He kisses my neck, but stops to look at me, silently asking for my permission.

He wants me. And fuck it... I want him, too.

I give him a small nod and he goes over to Jamie to say something to her. I’m not sure what it is until I see her saying goodbye to the group of ladies she met on the dance floor. I guess we’re leaving.

We get in a waiting cab and drop Jamie off first. “Text me,” she says with wide eyes as she gets out.

I nod. “I will.”

“Look after her,” she tells him, who promises that he will. It’s in that moment that I realize I don’t even know his name. I should be concerned, scared even, but there is something alluring to the anonymity. To not knowing each other’s names.

Then it’s just me and him in the back of the vehicle, our shoulders and fingers touching, the tension between us thick. I give the driver my address next, deciding I’d rather go to my home than his to maintain a semblance of control.

I want to jump on him, straddle him and kiss him, but then we’d probably get kicked out of the cab, so instead I just sit here, trying to slow my breathing and wait until we get to my house. It doesn’t help when he starts to run his fingers up and down my thigh, and I look straight ahead and wonder if the cabdriver can feel the tension in the car or if it’s just me.

When we finally get to my house, Rhett pays the driver and we both get out. I dig the house key out of my bag, but before I can even put it in the door, he’s on me, lifting me up against the wall, and we’re both kissing frantically. My hair is everywhere, falling on my face, and when he tries to push it out of the way, the keys fall from my hand and onto the floor. I’m so wet that he could just fuck me right now for the world to see without any other foreplay.

“Get the keys,” I command as he starts to kiss down my neck.

With me still in his arms, he bends down and grabs the keys, unlocks the door and lets us both inside.

“Where’s your room?” he asks, tone deep and husky. “Never mind, we aren’t going to make it.”

I’ve never felt more relief than I do at that moment.

He finds the living room, throws me down onto the couch and starts kissing me. I grab him by the pants and begin taking his belt off with clumsy fingers. He eventually does it for me, stripping down naked while I pull off my dress, leaving me in heels and a black bra and panties.

He sits back and I do to him what I wanted to in the cab, straddling him and kissing him while his hands cup the globes of my ass. He’s rock hard, and without thinking I slide my panties to the side, place his cock against my pussy and push down. He moans, and it’s sexy as hell and turns me on even more. I was right—no foreplay needed.

I ride him fast and hard, and then he switches positions, laying me down on my stomach with my ass up in the air. He slides back and enters me from behind, with me pushing against him, meeting him thrust for thrust.

“Fuck,” he grits out, reaching between my thighs and stroking my clit. He makes me come in no time, and when I’m done I think he’s going to pound away behind me and finish himself off. But instead he rolls me onto my back and goes down on me, making me come again before he slides his cock back in and starts to move inside me again, slowly this time, while staring straight into my eyes.

I’ve had a few one-night stands in my time, but none of them have been like this. There is a connection here, and I can’t seem to put words to it. It’s more than a great orgasm.

I don’t know what to think, so I don’t, I block out my thoughts and just feel.

And it’s fucking amazing.

Chapter Four

Rhett

I wake up in the morning and sit up quickly, until I remember where I am. After the couch sex, I ended up in the waitress’s bed, where we had another two rounds before falling asleep.

I’m ashamed to admit it, but I’ve slept with a few women this week. Tonight has to be the best so far.

Shit, I always use protection, I’m religious about it now that Cara and I are broken up, but it completely slipped my mind last night. Fuck fuck fuck. I have to hope that... Shit. I don’t even know her name.

I’d never confess it out loud, but at the restaurant, when I first saw this beautiful creature, she kind of reminded me of Cara. I’ve been purposefully avoiding sleeping with any brunettes to avoid associating anyone with Cara. I obviously got a thing for brunettes, because that seems to be my type. Or is it because Cara is a brunette? I don’t know.

But when I saw her at the bar last night, my no-brunettes rule went out the window. There was some heat between her and I, and I’m glad she allowed us to explore it. The sex was phenomenal. It’s the first time in however many months that I didn’t think of Cara while I was with a woman. I may be a pussy to admit it, but in the past I’ve had to think of Cara to get myself going with the other women. But with this woman, I didn’t think of Cara once. I don’t think I could’ve even if I wanted to. She made me feel alive, even if it was only for the moment.

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