Page 9 of Flirting with the Stranger

“You’re such a Casanova. Do those words work on all the girls?” She tilts her head, a teasing smirk on her lips.

“You tell me?”

“Cocky much?”

“Call it confidence.”

“Or conceited.”

“I could show you my skills and then you can tell me, confident or conceited.”

“I’m sure that’s exactly what you want.”

“Hell yeah.” I cup the sides of her head and tilt her head, forcing her to meet my eyes. “I’ve wanted to do this all night. In five seconds, I’m going to kiss you and if you don’t want me to, say the word. Five.” I scan her face for any signs she doesn’t want this. “Four.” I inch closer to her. “Three.” Her lips part a fraction. “Two.” My gaze flicks from her mouth to her eyes.

Before I can get to one, she’s tugging me closer, and her lips crash to mine. The sweet taste of her lemon drop martini still on her lips. I run my tongue along the seam of her lips and she opens for me. Our tongues caress one another’s as if they are doing their own slow dance. I trail my hands from her cheeks to her waist. Her body flush against mine is what dreams are made of. I’ve been with my fair share of women, but I’ve never felt an attraction like this. Like if I let her go, I’ll lose her, and right now I never want to let her go.

Reluctantly, I break the kiss but keep my lips millimeters from hers. “What do you say we get out of here? Go someplace a little more quiet.”

With hooded eyes, she pauses while she contemplates my question. “I have a hotel room a couple of blocks away. We could walk there.”

“I’ll follow you wherever you want to go.” I flash her a dimpled grin.

She gives me a beaming smile in return and then shakes her head. “There you go with the lines again. Let me tell my friends where I’m going. I’ll be right back.”

We pull away from each other and I walk her back to the stairs that lead to the private room. Getting fired from my job is turning out to be the best thing that’s happened to me. Scored over a thousand dollars cash, plus I’ll be spending my night with a gorgeous woman.

A few minutes later, Holland’s descending the stairs. I greet her with my hand held out. “Ready?”

A smile tips the corner of her lips as she eyes my open palm before she rests her hand in mine. “You really like this hand holding.”

“Any way I can touch you.” We stroll toward the exit, hand in hand. I hold the door open for her as she steps through and I follow, the warm spring air hits us.

“So, what brings you downtown?”

“Celebrating a friend’s engagement and my sister’s pregnancy.”

“And you needed a stripper for that?” I raise an eyebrow.

“That was Olivia’s idea. It was all part of our night of fun and debauchery.”

“I’m glad I could help with the debauchery part of the evening. We could get started right now.” I bend down and whisper into her ear. “I could push you against the wall down that dark alley. All the sounds from the city would echo around us, drowning out your cries of pleasure as my tongue laps at your needy pussy.” Her steps falter from my words. I’m sure she’s already dripping wet for me.

“Oh, well. If we weren’t at the hotel, I might have taken you up on your offer.” She points to a building a half a block from us.

“We can walk around the block again.”

She releases a throaty laugh. “Too late. We’re here.”

SIX

NIGHT OF FIRSTS

Van

When we enter the hotel lobby, she directs us to the right, past the check-in desk, and down a hallway until we reach a bank of elevators. She presses the button and we both watch as the red numbers above the doors count down. The seconds feel like minutes as we wait. The anticipation to be alone with her nearly kills me. Finally, the doors open with a ding.

With my hand on her lower back, I guide her to go first. As I turn around and stand near the back wall of the elevator, she presses the button for the suite level. Holland moves to stand in front of me. “What is it about elevators? The close quarters?”

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