His moan of pleasure rang clear in the open field. He threaded his fingers through her hair, not holding her still but stroking her scalp, stoking her desire to please him.
Head back over the headrest, he trembled when she sucked his long hot cock harder. She wrapped her hand around the base, fondled his tight balls.
His body jerked, and he tried to pull her head up. She refused, met his gaze, milked him with her mouth. The hot spray of cum fell down her throat, and she turned her attention back to the tip of his length.
When his legs loosened, she looked up. His parted lips drew her up his hard body, enjoying the feel of his half-hard cock when it touched her thigh. She licked her lips, loving the faint taste of him, then lowered her mouth to his for another drugging kiss.
He shifted underneath her, righted his clothes, and she settled against his chest. His fingers drawing designs on her back, the steady beat of his heart and the outside night noises nearly lulled her to sleep.
“I’d love to stay here all night, but I’ve got a warm bed maybe ten minutes away.”
Lifting her head from his chest, she met his stare. “Do you have any coffee to go along with the warm bed?”
“Room service does.”
“Then it sounds like an offer I can’t resist.”
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Tara parked under the only tree in the hotel parking lot. Tucker opened the side door with his key card. She walked through into the lobby and checked out the arrangements she’d created for this part of the hotel. Large green leaves rimmed the vases, varying colors of hydrangea rounds filled in, tall ivory lilies and pale pink snapdragons pulled the eye up. Wheat and ivy made the arrangements airy and light, a few deep irises and a couple of variegated tulips rounded things out.
They looked as beautiful as they had six months ago when the hotel opened.
The night attendant waved his hand and called out, “Professor!”
Tucker excused himself, and she took the opportunity to look around the formal reception area. Gleaming marble floors covered the expanse between where she stood and the reception desk. A pair of low slung sofas flanked tile-covered pillars, heavy wooden tables sat between the sofas. An antique chandelier hung from the intricately patterned ceiling. Light reflected in a massive mirror hanging above a buffet table filled with maps and pamphlets of places to go, things to see in the area.
He was back at her side in a flash. “Confirmation for my meeting tomorrow.”
“Ah,” she said, thinking he looked good enough to eat, smiling at her wickedness.
“I ordered some coffee while I was there. It should be up in a few minutes.”
They entered the elevator, and he pressed three for the top floor. He had a suite. The doors opened, and he stood to the side to let Tara out. The hall was a square with four doors, and a small table sat beside each one. Holding the door to his room for her, he ushered her inside.
When she’d seen the suites before, they’d only been framed in and the wiring done. Now finished, a large sitting area was separated from the bedroom. A floral settee and end table were to the right, a coat closet across from it. Floor to ceiling windows were covered by heavy, striped curtains. She could see a king-sized mahogany bed through the bedroom’s open door adorned with gold and tan covers that reached the lush carpet. This suite had turned out remarkable.
She hoped the rest of her night would be.
Chapter 2
Tucker longed to pull Tara back into his arms. She was amazing to say the least. She’d intrigued him from the moment he’d laid eyes on her, but this was a whole new world for him. He vaguely wondered if it was for her too.
A one-night stand was something he’d never ventured even in college. Now look at him.
She whirled around to meet his stare. “These suites turned out great.”
“Uh, yeah they did.” He shook his head. How had they gone from mind-blowing orgasms to small talk? They both knew the deal, that they’d likely never cross paths again.
Neither of them had uttered a word on the drive over. He’d tried to think rationally, but lust had overwhelmed him. After a few minutes of not quite awkward silence, the buzzer shrilled and he lost his train of thought.
“Must be the coffee,” he said, and turned back to the door, glad for the distraction. Tara walked further into the suite as the waiter pushed the cart into the sitting area. Tucker tipped the kid, who left, and then, ready to see where things went from here, he returned to the woman in his hotel room. “Coffee?”
“Yes, please.” She walked to the cart and took the filled cup from his hand. An electric charge ran up his arm at the brief touch.
Tapping the sugar jar over her cup, she loaded her coffee with the sweet confection. “Ah, you ordered beignets too.”
“Yeah, I thought we might need reinforcements.”
Her eyes sparkled, and she raised a brow. “Indeed, we might.”
She lifted one of the sugarcoated treats and took a bite, humming her appreciation. The powdered sugar resting on her lush lips looked inviting. Head dipped, he licked the sweet treat from her mouth. She turned her head and slipped her tongue between his lips.
She tasted like coffee and sweet, powered confection. Her wicked tongue darted into this mouth, tangled with his. Slow, lavish kisses stretched time as her tongue teased his. Slick and efficient movements kicked up his desire. Wicked kisses mimicked the way he wanted to take her, consume her. He nibbled the soft flesh of her lips, reveling in the tiny sounds she made against his mouth.
Her cup abandoned on the room service cart, he walked her to the sofa. Her small hands pushed his jacket from his shoulders. It hit the floor with a thump. The thin spaghetti straps of her dress highlighted satiny skin, drawing his hands. Cupping her shoulders, he smoothed his hands down her arms. Finding the side zipper, he lazily trailed his finger along it.
She shivered, making his cock flare to attention.
“I want you inside me the next time you make me explode,” she purred against his lips.
He growled and slid the zipper down her side, his fingers parting the fabric and touching her heated skin. She worked his tie off, stepping back at the same time she let the dress slide to a puddle at her feet.
A strapless push-up bra hugged her breast as he wanted to, and bending his head, he pressed a kiss to one pebbled nipple. She wore only thigh-high stockings and high-heeled sandals; the top of her head reached his chin.
“You’re beautiful.”
“You have on too many clothes,” she said, her nimble fingers working the buttons of his starched white shirt.
He reached for his belt, but she pushed his hand away. “I want the pleasure of undressing you, Tucker.”
At the sound of his name on her lips, his cock strained against his pants. Lifting her hand, he rubbed it along his hard length. He was aching to have her hands on him, burning for another release again so soon.
“I can’t wait to see your cock in the light,” she teased, stroking him.
He knew he was well endowed. He’d frightened a female or two, but Tara only seemed intrigued.
“And I,” he said, pulling her onto the sofa, “can’t wait to get you naked.” She kicked her shoes off and unhooked her bra with ease. His hand flew to her breast as the soft weight settled against her rib cage. Moving over her, he eased her into the sofa, captured a rosy nipple between his teeth. He drew the tight bud between his lips, and loved the little noises she made.
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