Page 19 of Undertow

I place my hand on her thigh again, but this time, she doesn’t stiffen or tell me to move it. This time, she doesn’t want me to.

She leans her head on my shoulder and lets her eyes drift closed. “I’m sleepy.”

Absently, I kiss her temple as I slide my hand up her thigh.

She sighs softly.

“Do you want to go?” I ask.

“No,” she murmurs, but she probably thinks I mean to end the date.

I don’t.

This date is ending only one way—with me inside her. I’ve already rented us a room, but I didn’t tell her earlier because I knew she would panic.

Right now, she’s far from panicked. She’s relaxed and languid. When my hand slips beneath her skirt, she spreads her legs just a bit to make more room for me.

I feel the breath rush out of her as I drag my fingertips across her pussy. I wish she hadn’t worn panties, but I knew she would be. No one has brought Gemma in touch with her naughty side yet. A damned shame, too.

I brush my lips across her temple. “You like that?”

“Mm-hmm,” she murmurs, her eyes still closed.

“If we were alone, I’d push you back in this booth and climb between these lovely legs of yours.” I press a little harder, pushing the tip of my finger into her even through the panties. “I’d spread you open and devour your pussy until you couldn’t control yourself anymore. Bucking, writhing, sinking your fingers into my hair and pulling as I drive you closer and closer to the brink.”

“Oh my,” she whispers.

It’s so fucking cute how surprised she is. It’s like no one has ever uttered a few dirty words in her ear before.

What kind of fucking idiots has she been dating?

It’s the right moment, so I kiss her temple again and tell her, “I got us a room.”

“I can’t stay the night with you,” she says, but this time it sounds more like a regret than something she’s resolved to.

“We don’t have to stay the whole night. We don’thaveto do anything. I just figured we could go there to have a little more privacy.” I can feel she still isn’t convinced, but she wants to go, so I lean closer and tease, “You wouldn’t leave me without a good night kiss, would you?”

She sighs, but this time not with pleasure. “You make it so hard to resist you.”

“Do I?” I murmur with feigned innocence.

She opens her eyes and shoots me a look. “You know you do.”

I smile. “Why don’t you finish what’s left in your glass, and we’ll get out of here?”

With some effort, she lifts herself off me and grabs her sangria. “This is a bad idea,” she murmurs as she drains the rest of her glass, then takes a couple of sips of her mostly untouched water.

I have to disagree. This is the best idea I’ve had in a while.

Once we’ve finished our drinks and I’ve paid the bill, Gemma and I follow the path to the hotel lobby. When we get inside, she gasps and looks around, admiring my brother’s lavish hotel.

I’m far less impressed and far more interested in showing her the room—and not for the décor.

I reserved a king bed with a view just in case we did end up staying until morning. I seldom bring women home, but Gemma seems like the type of woman who very much expects to spend all night with you after a fuck, and I have no problem spending the night with her.

My only concern is her daughter.

Landon knows not to worry if I don’t come home when I go out, but I’m not sure her daughter does. I grabbed Gemma’s phone number when I was doing my homework prior to the date, but I didn’t think to look up her daughter’s, and I don’t know Gemma’s phone code, so I won’t be able to open it once she falls asleep.

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