Chapter 7

7

SKYE

H e didn’t even speak to me. No hi. No goodbye. He barely glanced at me. It was like I didn’t even exist.

Crap, what had I done? Yes, I hadn’t slept with him, so that was something. It would have been far worse to lose my virginity to a guy who’d blown me off the next day.

With a sigh, I looked at my watch and verified it was once again almost six o’clock. Yesterday at this time, Boone had come walking through that door. I had a weird sense of nostalgia remembering it. Only twenty-four hours ago, my life was boring, but I was reasonably happy. Now, it felt like my world was coming to an end, and all over a guy I’d just met.

I turned the combination on the safe to get my purse, shifting my focus to my plans for the evening. Maybe I’d look into a job somewhere else. I loved Seduction Summit, but I wouldn’t want to live here if it meant possibly running into Boone, even though he lived in Adairsville. His rejection had zapped some of Seduction Summit’s magic for me.

I was making the final turn of the dial when the bell above the door chimed and my hand froze. Last night, I’d made the mistake of leaving my phone and purse on the counter. I should definitely keep my belongings in the safe until I locked the door and switched the sign to closed.

“May I help you?” I called out as I pushed myself to my feet.

I was prepared to see a stranger or maybe my friend Georgia coming in to chat. She did that sometimes at closing. But I sucked in a big gulp of air when I saw what was on the other side of the cashier stand. Not a customer or Georgia or anyone else who worked at the lodge. No, this was the very man who’d been on my mind all day. The man I’d assumed was blowing me off.

“Hi,” I said, hoping he couldn’t hear the aggressive pounding of my heart.

He didn’t say anything, just looked behind him and switched the sign from open to close. Then he turned the key in the lock and pulled it out, testing the door to make sure it indeed didn’t budge. After that, he flipped the switch next to the door, bathing us in darkness.

My mouth still hung open. I didn’t want to ruin the moment. It was his turn to talk, anyway.

He didn’t talk, though. Instead, he walked straight toward me, coming around the counter. As I was still processing what was happening, he pulled me against him, his hand settling in the small of my back.

Then his mouth descended on mine, his tongue sliding between my parted lips in a kiss like nothing I’d ever imagined. When he took his hands off me briefly, I actually missed his touch, but within seconds, I felt the tug of my shirt coming out of my pants.

As his hands plunged beneath the fabric, moving over my bare back, my body lapped up every bit of the contact. His huge, work-roughened hands felt so good on my soft skin, and the contrast made me breathless. But I didn’t want to just be touched. I wanted to run my hands over those muscles. And that was exactly what I did. I hungrily slid my hands over his shoulders, then his upper arms.

He seemed to want more, going by the way he suddenly shoved off his leather jacket and let it fall to the ground, breaking the kiss. He didn’t resume kissing me immediately, though—instead lifting my shirt over my head and staring at my breasts, which were barely contained by my bra. They were so constrained, I sighed with relief when he unsnapped the fastening at the back and freed them.

He watched as I slid the straps down my arms and let the bra fall to the floor. “Damn, you’re beautiful, he said.

Those words were music to my ears. I’d been called that before, but it meant so much more coming from him. Even the look in his eyes went straight to my heart.

Yes, this guy wanted me. I couldn’t imagine anything hotter.

Eager to see his body, I grabbed his sweatshirt and lifted it. He helped me pull it over his head, tossing it to the floor and pulling me back toward him to resume the kiss. That meant I briefly feasted my eyes on his perfect pecs and abs…and all the other muscles that people spend hours in the gym trying to establish. This guy got it through good old-fashioned manual labor, I was sure.

I ran my hands over his shoulders and arms, this time savoring the feel of every curve. He was tough and strong, and right now, he was all mine.

The feel of my bare chest against his was enough to keep me satisfied for a while. But within minutes, his hands were wandering again, running over my ass, then moving around to the button on my pants.

I’d been thinking all day about how he’d seen me wearing only my underwear, touching myself. But I no longer felt the need to kick myself over it. It hadn’t just been a one-time thing. He’d come back to finish what we started.

I tried to concentrate on the kiss, but it was too hard with his hands lowering my zipper, shoving my pants out of the way. He didn’t waste time with my underwear either, pushing it down along with my pants, which pooled somewhere around my thighs. I wiggled a little to get them lower, but they still ended up at my knees. I felt awkward as I wiggled around more to get them to my mid-calves, then my ankles.

He didn’t seem to mind, though. Instead, he pulled back and looked down at me.

“Turn around,” he said. “And balance yourself on this.”

He tapped the counter next to him. I glanced back over my shoulder at the window, but no one was visible on the other side of it, and it was dark in here, anyway. Plus, with the closed sign, I doubted anybody would walk over and look in.

Facing away from him, I could at least keep an eye on things. If I saw movement out there, I’d duck down and take him with me before anyone could see us. That was the plan, anyway, but as soon as I turned around, his hands were on me. One hand cupped my breast while the other moved over my stomach, settling between my legs. He found that nub immediately, and I sighed as he stroked it.

He was going to make me come. My second orgasm ever and the first one I hadn’t brought on myself. I forced my eyes open and tried to keep them on the window, but it felt so good. I bit my lip to keep from making noise, even though nobody was around to really hear it.

It was probably best I stay quiet. I didn’t want to risk calling attention to this area of the lobby.

“Do you like that?” he said in my ear. He squeezed my nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

“Yes,” I said. “It feels so good. You feel good.”

“You’re so wet. Are you going to come for me?”

I nodded, mostly because I couldn’t speak. I was having a tough time even breathing at this point.

“I want to feel you inside me,” I whispered.

“Not until you come first. Only then will I slide my big cock into that sweet pussy.”

A small whimper escaped. I couldn’t hold it back. His words were turning me on—almost as much as his touch. As I kept an eye on the window, it occurred to me that we were doing this in a public place. All over this hotel were employees and guests. Nobody would know what was going on over here. Nobody in the lobby, nobody in the restaurant or bar, and nobody in the rooms above us.

And that was what plummeted me over the edge. I closed my eyes again as the orgasm took over my body, sending warmth flooding through me. But this time when I came down, I didn’t feel satisfied. No, I wouldn’t feel satisfied until we finished this.

I turned around, and he immediately lowered his mouth to mine. This kiss was not quite as passionate as the one earlier. No, this one was sweeter. This kiss told me he had feelings for me that went beyond the physical.

And that was when I knew my heart was safe in this guy’s hands.

Suddenly, I broke the kiss and said, “Keep an eye on the door. If you see anybody outside the window, duck.”

Ducking was exactly what I did, but at the same time, my hands were busy with his fly. I jerked his jeans down and found they dropped to his ankles much more easily than mine had. I tugged his underwear down too, then lowered myself to a squat. As soon as his cock sprang free, my right hand went around it while my left hand was still tugging on his underwear.

“Oh, fuck,” he said as I began stroking him.

I looked up to see him staring at the door, but his chest was rising and falling in dramatic, rapid movements and his eyelids seemed to want to flutter shut. Not taking my eyes off him, I wrapped my mouth around his cock, replacing my hand with my tongue and lips.

I took him in as deep as I could go. He was too big. I’d noticed that yesterday. But it was one thing to see it and another to try to wrap my mouth around it. I did my best, though, and if I was messing it up, he didn’t show it.

He threw his head back and let out a deep breath. I couldn’t tell from this angle whether his eyes were closed or not, but his face certainly wasn’t pointed in the direction of the door.

“Stand up,” he said, without lowering his head.

Did that mean I was messing this up? I did what he said but stared at him with a questioning expression.

“I told you last night I want to come inside you,” he said. “But tonight, I’m prepared.” He looked down. “I just have to dig it out of my pants pocket.”

“I’ll handle that.” I squatted again. “Keep an eye on the door.”

I found the small square packet in the back pocket of his jeans. I doubted very seriously he wandered around with that in his pocket all the time. From that, I could only assume that meant he’d come here with one thing in mind, and that brought a smile to my face.

I stepped out of my shoes and pants once I was back on my feet again. Meanwhile, he was busy opening the packet and sliding the condom on his full erection.

“Okay,” he said once the condom was on. “Now it’s your turn to keep an eye on the door. Back in your original position.”

“Wait,” I said. “We’re doing this from behind. Will it hurt more this way?”

He thought about that a second, then glanced at the door. “Once I’m inside you, I can’t guarantee I’ll keep an eye on things, and I sure as hell don’t want you to lose your job.”

I got what he was saying. I nodded and moved into the same position as before. This time, I could spread my legs even wider, and that turned out to be unnecessary because I had to move them together more so he could get the angle right.

“I want you to touch yourself,” he said. “Like you did last night, remember?”

I nodded, but it felt awkward moving my hand to that spot, which was still slick from before. Touching myself turned out to be exactly the distraction I needed as he positioned his tip at my entrance.

“I’m going to stay still,” he said. “You control the movements. Take me in as deep as you feel comfortable.”

Comfortable seemed completely unattainable right now. It didn’t hurt, exactly. It just felt tight and weird. But I was curious enough to push him deeper inside and was rewarded with a sharp twinge of pain that nearly collapsed me on the counter. I immediately pulled off him and moved slower this time, taking him in just deep enough to say he was technically inside me.

But I wanted to lose my virginity tonight. Maybe this counted, but it felt like it shouldn’t.

Keeping my eyes on that window, I continued touching myself, hoping that would somehow loosen me up. At the same time, I bounced on him, easing him deeper and deeper like I could trick my body into not feeling him inside me. Soon enough, it started to feel not so bad, and then good, but maybe that was my own touch.

I heard laughter and froze. No, it was too far away for it to be an immediate threat to us. I kept a vigilant watch, though, as my body started slowly warming up again.

“Your pussy is so wet,” he said. “And so tight. You feel so good around my cock.”

His dirty talk made the pleasure overtake the pain once and for all. I had to force my eyes to stay open. They wanted to drift closed as I bounced, plunging him deeper and deeper. The sound of him sliding in and out of my wet pussy mingled with our deep breaths, and the combination pushed me closer and closer to orgasm.

“I think I’m going to come,” I said, hoping that would give him the permission he needed to let go.

No doubt he was holding back. Sure enough, he let out a barely audible grunt and tightened his hold on my hips. Somehow, I knew he was doing everything he could to hold back from slamming into me, but that was exactly what I’d want him to do later—once the pain was gone completely.

I bit my lip so hard, I was sure it drew blood as my second orgasm of the night claimed my body. It took everything I had not to cry out, and I had a feeling it was the same for him. He let out another grunt, this time definitely audible but barely above a whisper. And then I felt him moving—not going deeper, just sliding in and out of me faster and faster.

He whispered, “Christ” and began trembling. I smiled. This was the best sex he’d ever had, and I hadn’t even gotten started yet. Once I got some experience, I’d rock his world.

Another laugh, still far away. But I didn’t want to take the risk. He pulled away, and I took a deep breath as I turned to look at him. I was terrified I’d see a cold look on his face, some sort of sign that this was a one-time thing, but he was looking at the door.

Then he lowered his gaze to me and a smile spread over his face. It was the biggest smile I’d ever seen from him.

“What do you say we take this somewhere more private?” he asked. “I want to get you in a bed so I can lick every square inch of your body.”