Page 11 of Winning the Nightcap

We’re walking down the hallway, toward my hotel room, when Bec’s handwraps behind my neck, nails scratching along the base, fingers tangling in my hair. She pulls me closer like she needs my lips on hers more than she needs air. I can’t wait any longer. I find an alcove and push her against the wall beside the ice machine, hidden from anyone walking past us. My hands roam to her ass, and I pull her against me. She gasps, her soft lips parting, and her body melts. She tilts her hips to meet mine, staring at me with those piercing eyes.

Bec is a vision. Long brown hair curling down her back, a graceful sway to the way she moves, and a carefree energy radiating off her. I want to get tangled up with her and dig my fingers into her soft curves.

Physically Bec is stunning, but there’s also something intriguing about the way she thinks. Her big blue eyes lock with mine, and the heat between us grows. Her hungry gaze only fuels the fire building in me.

I slide my hands under her ass, and she wraps her legs around my waist. I lean in, pressing her against the wall. “What do you like, Bec? What do you need?” I murmur in her ear before gently biting at the lobe.

I press my lips to her neck and trail soft kisses down her bare shoulder, finally letting my tongue slip out to taste her skin. Her black dress hugs her curves, and it begins to ride up her thighs. She shivers in my arms and her fingers tighten in my hair. “I need you to kiss me, Aiden. Now.”

“I am kissing you,” I mumble against her jaw, pressing another teasingly soft kiss along the edge. Bec pulls my hair hard, and I chuckle, lifting my gaze to meet her heated stare.

“Is that the best you can do? Such a shame. You had so much promise—” I cut her off, swallowing her words in a frenzied kiss, both overwhelming and heightening my senses. I’m consumed by her soft lips, my need driven even higher when a quiet moan spills from her into our working tongues. Bec shifts, gripping my shoulders tightly, her fingernails pressing into my skin. She writhes in my arms, and I harden in response. She smells like summer rain with a hint of something floral that I can’t quite place. She tastes like mint and ginger, spicy and sweet.

Who the fuck is this woman?

“Where’s your room?” Bec pants into our shared breath, holding me tighter, and I grip her just as fiercely. A mess of hands and limbs and desire. Before I can answer, her phone rings. “Shit,” she hisses. I lower her to the ground as she fumbles with her phone.

I don’t give her space. I lean my body into hers, peppering her neck with kisses while she answers the call. “Hey, girl. What’s up? What? No, I’m fine, why?” Her voice is breathy, and I can hear her need coursing through her, reflecting my own.

I run my hand over her stomach and turn her around until she’s facing the wall, her back flush against my chest. Bec presses her free hand against the wall for support, and I trail my hands along her sides before gripping her hips and tasting her neck, gently biting.

She struggles to stifle a quiet moan and presses her ass into my groin. She leans her head to the side to give me more space to ravish her neck and shoulders with my tongue.

Holy shit. I love the feel of her full, lush curves. Her body is fucking perfect. I can’t wait to wreck it.

“You’re here already?” she asks.

Well damn, this doesn’t bode well for the plans I’ve been making in my mind. They all involved Bec. Bec in my bed, in my shower, on my face, on her knees.

I pause, lifting my head, and Bec turns to face me. Disappointment on her face, I’m sure a mirror to my own. “Awesome, I’m glad you were able to head out early. Yeah, I’m here. Just finished getting ready in my room. I’ll head to the suite in a few. Yep, I’ll see you there. Okay, bye.” She doesn’t break eye contact as she disconnects the call and lowers her phone to her side.

I’m not done with Bec yet, and she sure as shit doesn’t look done with me.

“I’m sorry. My friends are parking. I probably only have fifteen minutesor so.”

Fifteen minutes…well, that would be plenty of time for—

Her palms come up to my chest, pushing me back playfully with a smile. “And before you even think about it, the plans I had requiredmuchmore time than that.” Her gaze rolls down my tall frame and back up. She tilts her head, taking her time giving me another once-over, further emphasizing her point, and damn if I don’t want to know what the fuck she would do if I gave her all my time.

“Lucky for me, it seems we have all weekend. It’s only Thursday,” I say. Hopefully, I don’t sound like an overconfident asshole. I don’t do cocky. I normally do aloof and levelheaded, but I really do want to see her again.

“Yep, lucky you.” She pops up on her toes, kissing my jaw before smacking my ass as she passes me, gliding gracefully back into the hallway. I’m stunned for a second, watching her stride away from me. Coming to my senses, I jog to catch up with her while unlocking my phone.

“Hey, in all seriousness, I promise not to blow up your phone. I would love to see you again. Can I get your number?” There is something about our connection that I don’t quite understand. Is she attractive? Fuck yeah. But this feels like more. An unfamiliar pull drawing me in. A restlessness settling in my bones at the thought of separating from her. An electric current lighting me up from the inside at the thought of keeping her close.

She turns, walking backward toward the elevator with her arms held out to her side. “Shouldn’t we leave it up to chance? See if the universe pushes us together again? Then we’ll know we were destined to do the no pants dance.” She gives me a shimmy. I’m sure she thinks her exaggerated wiggle is silly and not seductive, but shit, it’s doing it for me.

“No, fuck the universe.” I wrap my hand around her bicep and tug her close, mere inches separating us. “I’ll show you stars myself.”

Definitely over-the-top cheesy, but I can’t help myself.

For once, I’m not second-guessing everything I say to a woman. I’m not worried about making an impression. Bec has me acting on impulseand intuition. She doesn’t know who I am. No preconceived notions, no pressure. It’s freeing. I can be myself and not worry about being exploited or judged. All unfortunate side effects of my career.

She barks a laugh and pushes the button for the elevator. “You were so close to coming off so smoothly. But wow, that line is unforgettable in the worst way possible. Aiden, what am I going to do with you?”

“Give me your number, and we’ll find out. How about it, Bec? Take a chance on me.” The elevator rings as it opens, but I hold her attention, staring into those beautiful eyes. She takes my phone, dials her number, and presses the Call button before handing it back to me. She steps backward into the elevator, holding up her phone to show my number coming through on her end.

“I like the sound of that, Aiden. Don’t keep me waiting long.” She smirks as the doors close.

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