His eyes widen. “I better not have a fucking hickey, Emily.”
I laugh out loud as I look at the huge purple welt rising on his neck. God, what the hell? I’ve been reading way too many vampire romances. “Will you be in trouble with your mother?” I tease.
He laughs and slams into me and hits just the right spot, and I moan. Oh . . . this man knows his way around a woman’s body.
Every touch is perfectly placed and magnified. He knows exactly how to take me apart at the seams. He lifts my hip with his hand and circles deep, and my body takes on its own agenda because I need to come. Hard.
“Fuck me,” I beg. “Give me that beautiful cock of yours. Harder,” I moan. “Fuck, I need it harder.”
His eyes close in pleasure, and he pumps me at piston pace. I grab on to him as tightly as I can as I convulse. He holds himself deep and cries out into my neck, and I feel his cock jerk as it releases.
We pant as we cling to each other, wet with perspiration, our hearts racing wildly together, and he smiles up against my cheek as if remembering something.
“What?”
“Welcome to the Miles-High Club, Emily.”
I giggle as I kiss him. “First class is the only way to fly.”
Jim smiles sexily down at me as I lie naked in bed. He’s dressed, and his bag is packed and by the door. “I have to go.”
I screw up my face and hold out my arms. “No, don’t leave me,” I tease in a whiny voice.
He chuckles as he bends and takes me into his arms one last time. We’re not on the same plane back to New York this morning; his flight leaves early, and mine leaves late. He kisses me softly. “What a night,” he whispers.
I smile as his head drops to the crook of my neck, his teeth nipping down toward my collarbone. “I won’t be walking for a month—actually, a year,” I mutter dryly.
He bends and bites my nipple hard, and I jump. Then he comes back up, and his eyes meet mine.
I cup his handsome face. “I had an incredible night.”
He smiles softly. “Me too.”
I reach up and put my finger on the huge hickey on his neck, and his fingers go to it too. “What the fuck were you thinking?”
“I have no idea what came over me.” I giggle. “Your dick was too good, turned me into an animal.”
He bites me again. “How am I supposed to get on a plane with a huge-ass hickey on my neck?” he scolds. “If you knew how many important meetings I have this week, Emily . . .”
We both laugh, and then his face falls as he watches me. I’m not joking—I don’t want him to leave me. This man is everything I’m not looking for, but he’s somehow ticking every box.
What if I never see him again?
How am I supposed to move on from a night like this, erase it from my memory bank, and pretend it never happened? I close my eyes in disgust with myself. This is why I don’t do one-night stands. I’m not cut out for sex without strings—it’s not who I am. I will never be that person.
I hate that he is.
“Actually, I have a scarf in my bag. Do you want it?” I ask.
“Yes,” he snaps.
I climb out of bed and go to my suitcase and begin to rummage through it. He takes the opportunity and stands behind me and grabs my naked hip bones in his hands and pumps me with his hips. I stand and turn to face him. “I’m not even joking now—stay another night.”
He traces his finger down my face and cups my jaw in his hand as our eyes lock.
“I can’t,” he whispers, his eyes searching mine . . . with something unspoken.
Does he have someone at home? Is that why he hasn’t asked for my number? Uneasiness fills me. I’m not made for this one-night stand crap.
I turn my back on him and dig out the scarf and hand it over. It’s cream and cashmere, and it’s initialed.
E.F.
My mother’s tennis group gave it to me as a gift when I finished college. I did love it . . . but oh well.
He frowns as he looks down at the embroidered letters, and I take it from him and wrap it around his neck to cover the huge purple bruise. I smirk as I look at it. I didn’t even know how to give a hickey. I must have really been in the moment.
“What does the F stand for?” he asks.
“Fuck bunny.” I smile to cover my disappointment. I don’t want him to know that his last comment upset me.
He chuckles and grabs me roughly into his arms and walks me back toward the bed. “What an apt description that is.” He takes my leg and wraps it around his waist, and we share one last lingering kiss.