The ding of the elevator and then the nearly silent opening of the doors reminded her of where they were. Shocked at her behavior, she broke the kiss, dragging in a breath to stop her head from spinning.
Pulling her deeper into his embrace, David ground against her, his erection thick granite pressing into her belly. God, he would feel so, so good inside her, she knew that like she knew she would die if he didn’t kiss her again.
David took charge, once again, grabbing her hand to pull her from the elevator. She stumbled behind him, her heart racing, her lips tingling, her body aching for something she couldn’t explain—but she knew, it was David she was aching for, for him to fulfil his promise of tasting her.
And more than that. She wanted that man to thrust her into the world of sexual awakening.
And he will never know your name…
Biting her lip, she forced that thought away. It didn’t matter if David knew her name, it was just one night. She was already risking her job—as a client of her boss, David was off limits. But, who would know? She wouldn’t tell, and she knew David would never admit to sleeping with a woman like her, a woman who was so far out of the realm of his usual woman that she might as well be from Alpha Centauri.
While her brain was racing a mile a minute, David led her to a door at the very end of the beautifully decorated corridor. Using a keycard he pulled from his back pocket, he opened the door, standing back to let her walk in first. She hesitated.
This was it, her one chance to change her mind, to either step over the threshold into beautiful oblivion or to turn around and go back to being the plus-sized pragmatist with a platinum V card.
She met David’s smoldering gaze, the steel in his eyes was molten, liquid want burning over her. Her. When would she ever have a chance like this again?
Making up her mind, she drifted to him, her feet barely touching the ground. The bold woman from before returned as she dragged her hands over his chest then raked her nails over his pecs. God, the man was hard, all taut muscle beneath hot skin. He growled low in his chest, the sound vibrating against her hands. Steeling her resolve, she pressed a kiss to his gorgeous mouth, and murmured, “For tonight, make me yours.”
Chapter 6
Diana slowly came awake. Her mouth dry and scratchy as a loofah, her head pounding like a college marching band was striding through it, and her body deliciously sore. The flesh between her thighs throbbed, a sensation she’d never quite felt before—both wonderful and strange. She turned her head, her eyes adjusting to the gray gloom. She was in a large room, in a large bed… Not her bed in Jersey.
That’s right, she’d been gifted a night at the Incantata. But this room was much larger than the one she’d checked into.
What…
Memories slashed through her sleep-fogged brain and she tensed. In the bed beside her, his thickly muscled arm draped over her belly, David grunted in his slumber.
She drew in a deep, slow breath, holding it.
Shit. Shit. Shit!
She’d slept with David Brenner. She’d fucked David Brenner! And not just that, she’d handed the sexiest man she’d ever met her goddamn “V” card!
Sitting up as much as she could without completely dislodging his arm, she glanced around frantically for her clothes. They were scattered about as if she’d been in a frenzy to remove them.
She lifted her trembling hand, placing it against her forehead, the cold of her palm doing nothing to alleviate the growing panic. She had to get out of there—she doubted he was the kind of guy who ordered breakfast for his no-name one-night stands.
God. I was a one-night stand. Groaning, she immediately quieted. Slowly turning her head, she saw David was still sleeping, the hard planes of his chest rising and falling in a deep rhythm.
Shifting sideways, she slowly slid from beneath his arm, the heat of his flesh and the tickling of his arm hair sending delirious sensations over her sensitized skin. She closed her eyes against the onslaught of desire rising over her, stealing her breath, urging her to remain where she was and soak up every bit of delicious sinfulness she could. To roll over, slide down his impressive body, and take his cock into her mouth. It would be her first time, but damn if looking at it hadn’t made her mouth water. It was thick, long, she could barely get her fingers wrapped around it, so she knew it would make her jaw ache, but she would do it.
But she couldn’t. Their night was over. Her time with David was over. Her body just hadn’t got the memo yet. She closed her eyes, concentrating on extricating herself from the bed and the man in it, then began to move again.
Once her body was dangling from the side of the bed, she maneuvered until her feet were beneath her. She slowly stood, watching him as she moved, hoping he wouldn’t awaken just then to find her naked beside the bed. Her face flushed. Yes, they’d had sex, she couldn’t deny that, but that didn’t mean he actually found all of her fleshy nakedness appealing—though, she’d certainly found all his hard, masculinity as sexy as hell. Biting her lip, she forced herself to step forward and away from the bed.
Silently, she gathered her scattered clothes, dressing in record time. God, why did it feel like she was sneaking out of the locker room after hiding from all the mean girls who liked to poke fun
