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The nerves in my belly begin to stir again, but when I look over and see his handsome, patient face, I realize he isn’t just looking for a trip to pound town. He wants whatever I want. And he’s giving me the time I need to decide.
Do I want this man to take me straight to the room? Boy, do I ever. I want him to kiss me like he did on the plane again. Then I want him to release my lips and repeat his actions, but thistime with a ferocity that tells me he wants nobody but me with him tonight. I want him to kiss every inch of my body. And then I want him to give me a night I know can result in nothing but endless pleasure.
Jasmine’s cautious voice pops into my head and reminds me that I need to get to know the guy a little more, and I realize I want to get to know him. I want to learn his drink order when we go out to the bar. I want to know if the stops I hope to make at all the tourist attractions make him grin or groan. I want to test how many times I can make that adorable dimple of his pop out.
“How about we go to the hotel to check-in and drop our bags off? Then we can hit the strip and get those drinks. Maybe get to know each other a little more.” I offer, and Keaton replies with a smile, that sweet dimple making its appearance. I make a mental tally mark. There’s one.
“That sounds like a perfect plan, Anna.” My name rolls off his tongue, drenching my panties that are practically ruined from the way this man has been staring at me all night. Maybe when we get to the hotel, I can sneak away and change into a new pair before we head out. Or take them off completely. Easy access and all that.
Keaton connects his phone to the Bluetooth of the vehicle, but instead of the monotonous sound of the navigation system, we’re blasted with the seductive sounds of narration.
“Oh, Daddy. Yes, Daddy fuck me hard.” Her screams echo around us and it just makes me that much harder.
“That’s right, Baby Girl. You want to come on Daddy’s hard cock don’t you?”
My eyes go wide, and I stare at Keaton who is completely panicking as the graphic scene is described to us. He turns the car off, but the story continues. I assume he has to open the door in order for the fancy dash system to stop, but I’m frozenin my seat and unable to suggest the idea to him. The narrators continue.
She whimpers as I continue thrusting into her pussy. “Bet my son never fucked you like this, did he?”
“Oh my gosh,” I cry out, “turn it off, turn it off!”
“I’m trying!” Keaton hollers, then grabs his phone. He manages to stop the book from playing any longer and we both just sit in silence, too stunned to say anything and too awkward to make eye contact. Awkward laughter begins to bubble up out of me.
“So, I can explain.” Keaton refuses to look at me, instead staring at the dash with a look of betrayal. It’s clear to see he’s mortified by the unexpected confession of his reading tastes. “It’s embarrassing to admit, but I do listen to the occasional romance novel.”
“No, no, don’t be embarrassed. I promise I’m not judging.” He glances over at me with a look of total disbelief on his face. Even though we’ve arrived in the city past sunset, I can see the faintest flush running through his cheeks and traveling up his neck. He opens and closes his mouth a few times like he can’t decide what he wants to say, so I finally calm myself down to explain.
“Keaton, I’m not judging you, I promise. I just asked you to turn it off because I’m pretty sure I’m reading the same book, but I’m not at that part yet. I just didn’t want any spoilers.”
His gorgeous icy blue eyes feel like they’re staring into my soul and then I see his shoulders begin to shake, and a sound of amusement bursts from his lips. We sit there laughing together in the cab of the vehicle at the total ridiculousness of it all until finally I’m wiping away tears and the beautiful sounds spilling from his lips fade.
Keaton gives me that megawatt smile of his and reaches out to brush the tears of laughter from my cheeks. I’m overcome by his thoughtfulness and my heart and pussy both urge me to bebold. I pull at his shirt until he’s within reach, and then my lips slam against his. There’s no hesitation from him as he pokes his tongue against me, asking for silent permission to further explore.
And I don’t hesitate either because this man is delicious. I can taste the subtle flavor of the ginger ale he had on the plane, but there’s also the taste of just him. His lips are soft, but he’s kissing me with a vigor that cannot be described as the same. I need more of this man and I need it now. Reaching towards his belt, I try to free what I know must be the most incredible dick. This man is the epitome of big dick energy, and I would like to confirm that I’m right about it.
“Wait, wait,” Keaton breaks his lips away from mine and grips my hands, stopping me from my destination.
Humiliated, I yank my hands back like they’re on fire and cover my face. “Oh my god. Keaton, I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have assumed it was okay to do that. I’m sure you are just trying to be nice to me after everything that happened. It was way too bold for me to assume you were interested in that. It was nice of you to offer me a ride, but I’ll just get a rideshare. Again, I’m so sorry.”
I go to grab the door handle, but hear the click of the locks before I can open it. Great, I fully embarrassed myself in front of this man and now he’s probably going to kidnap or kill me. The girls were right. Don’t leave Anna Laura Keith unattended, she will humiliate herself and then get in cars with total strangers.
“Are you finished rambling?” I don’t know if I want to slap or kiss that sinful smirk on his lips right now, but I somehow manage to keep myself from doing either and simply nod.
“First of all, you were right to assume. You may not have noticed me, but I first laid eyes on your gorgeous face in the airport, and those fucking fantastic tits of yours were spilling out of that top. Do you have any idea what it’s like to be standingin a sea of strangers sporting a hard-on?” I shake my head. His confession is hard for me to believe, but I’m dying to hear more.
“I tried to shake it off, but then divine intervention had you sitting down next to me on the plane, and I got worked up all over again. Your body is fucking perfect, Anna. Your lips, your curves, and I don’t know what you did to deserve the set of breasts you’ve been blessed with, but you must have been a good fucking girl.”
We may be in the desert, but there is no chance of a drought from how wet things have managed to get between my thighs. I squeeze them together as he continues.
“Then I had the privilege of learning that not only are you the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, but that you’re the most caring one, as well. When I was freaking out about the flight, you helped me work through it. So you won’t call a rideshare. You’re gonna sit your fine ass in that seat and I’m going to take you to the hotel, and then we’re going to have some fucking fun. And if I’m lucky baby,” his thumb strokes down my cheekbone and I can’t help but lean into it, “I’ll be giving you another ride later tonight.”
There is a pulsing need that has my entire body on fire and the desire to completely devour this man is insane, but his words don’t explain why he stopped me from trying to move forward.
“But you pushed me away,” I say softly, looking for some clarity.
“Hardest fucking thing I think I’ve ever done,” he admits. “The only reason I did is because your touch had me only a couple seconds away from coming completely undone. I promise you can touch me anywhere, any way, but I would rather wait just a little longer so I can calm down enough to not embarrass myself tonight.”
I offer him what is probably the dopiest grin in the history of smiles, but his words have brought me such satisfaction andhave given me a much needed jolt of confidence after tonight’s events. “Then let’s go get those drinks.”
