Page 3 of Kiss Me Again

“Sex. You in?”

He turns to Mike. “Can I get the check? I’ve got hers, too.”

Before I can really think through what I’m doing, I’m walking to Cormac’s shiny black BMW SUV. The thing probably costs more than my parents’ first house. I ignore the child safety seats in the back. I do not need to know his life story.

This feels odd, but needed. I haven’t had a one-night stand in Somerset Harbor, and I’m not sure how to go about it. In Manhattan, it was easy. Hotels everywhere. But Somerset Harbor is tiny compared to the city, and my parents run the B&B downtown, so that’s out. “Um, where—

“I know a place.”

“Yeah, I don’t normally get in cars with strangers, so if you could just tell me—

“Somerset Harbor Hotel. If that’s alright with you.”

I’d forgotten all about that place. I nod and nervously drum on my thigh to the beat of the pop music on his radio.

“Are you a musician?”

“We’re not trading life stories. Remember, Cormac?”If that is your real name.

“Right, right.” The drive is brief, and he parks near the front. I grab my seat belt, but he doesn’t move. He just stares out the windshield. “I don’t normally do things like this.”

“Are you backing out?” I’m not sure what I want his answer to be.

But he gets out of the car and comes to my door, opening it. “I never back out of anything.” He leans in and his lips brush over mine, and his mouth teases mine open. It’s been so long since anything was this good that I lose myself in his kiss. He murmurs, “Are you backing out?”

“No.”

“Then…” He holds his hand out for me.

I take it and try to stand, but thump back against the seat. The screwy look in his eyes makes me laugh at myself.

“Unbuckling the seatbelt usually helps.”

I snort my laugh and manage to get it on my second attempt to flee his car. Once on the ground, he kisses me again, only this time, he backs me against the door. Cormac’s mouth sends tingles down my spine to very neglected places. He takes my hand and confidently leads me inside. He gets a room while I tune out so I don’t catch his last name, and once the elevator door closes, I can’t stop myself. I pull him to my lips, greedy for more of his.

He reaches around, grabbing my ass. The elevator trip is brief, though. Somerset Harbor Hotel features only four floors, which was why the obnoxiously large MacMillan Hotel and Resort is going to make a killing when it finally opens. This hotel will close, and so will my parents’ B&B.

Stay in the moment, Lily.

Inside the hotel room, there are no more words. No more obstacles. Cormac is on me fast and determined, stripping away my clothes, as I do the same to him. It’s like a race to skin. Now our lips have new places to go.

The room is small, with just a bed, a sofa, a dresser with a large mirror, and a combination television and desk setup. Nothing fancy. Perfect.

He hoists me up by my ass, and I cling onto him with my limbs as he walks to the bed, all the while our mouths feast on each other. He lays me back, finally taking a moment to look me over. “You were hiding this under those baggy clothes? That’s a crime.”

“Punish me.”

He smirks, then bends forward, kissing my stomach on his way up to my mouth. The kisses had lit me up, but now I’m burning for it. I need this. He gives my nipples a little bite before settling on top of me. That’s what I’ve missed. The weight of a man. The strangely secure feeling it gives. Oh, and there’s his cock. He whispers in my ear, “Are you sure?”

“Yes,” I hiss.

He thrusts in, but only a little at first. Teasing me. I jut my hips up to take more of him, and soon, we’re mauling each other, bites, licks, growls as he fills me up again and again. Cormac rolls onto his back, keeping me on top of him as he sits up. His fingers trace my jaw as he studies me. He looks mystified. “Don’t know what I did to deserve this. Glad I did it.”

I laugh and kiss him before riding him in earnest. It’s not long before I’m shaking on him. My belly tenses and he pops his body up, sensing my orgasm. He grabs my ass, forcing me down harder. My orgasm rattles me, sending my head back before I clutch onto Cormac as I moan it out.

The moment I make eye contact again, he rolls me onto my back and flips me face down before diving back in. He grabs the headboard for leverage and drives himself into me, making me screech as I come again. Only this time, he pulls out and shoots on my back as he comes in a roar.

He crashes next to me, gasping. I am, too. We pass out that way, on top of the covers. In the morning, I creep from the bed and dress, hoping not to wake him.

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