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Her eyes pop open, and she locks her gaze with mine as I drill my cock up into her. A drop of sweat slips down between her tits, toward her stomach. I follow the path, admiring her toned body. Her fingers clench over my chest, scratching me, and her mouth parts, a strangled cry slipping out from deep in her throat. Jesus, this woman is amazing.
I slide my hand between her legs, circling my thumb over her clit. Her back arches, and she gasps.
“That’s it. Take what you need.” My voice is rough like the waters of a stormy ocean.
I watch her reach the threshold, then tumble over into a state of sheer bliss. Her body stiffens, her eyes flutter, and her pink lips part slightly. She’s fucking beautiful when she comes.
I slow my thumb and stop thrusting until the last wave of her orgasm slips away from her. Then I flip her over again and take the control I wanted.
I pummel in and out of her, sweat slick between our bodies, my balls drawing up in anticipation of my release. Her fingers thread through sweaty hair as I bury my head in her neck, breathing her in. My need hits a level I can no longer control, and I spill into the condom on a groan then collapse onto her, bringing my lips to hers. Our kiss is somehow languid and earth-shattering at the same time.
After I grow soft inside her, I roll onto my back, both of us still catching our breaths. I excuse myself to go to the bathroom, remove the condom, and start the shower.
Letting the water heat up, I go back out to the bedroom to find Leigh lying on her back, staring at the ceiling. “You okay?”
She circles her head toward me, her caramel eyes meeting mine. With a small nod, she slides up the bed, still naked, not attempting to cover herself, and smiles. “How could I not be?”
I like to think I’m a perceptive guy. Sure, I’ve been burned by first impressions like most people, but it feels as if maybe she’s hiding something. But I’m not going to pry because I’m not sure I’ll even see her after tonight. And tonight isn’t about having a heart-to-heart. We’re up here to get one another off, enjoy one another’s bodies, have a good time, and move on.
So, I’m not going to ask her if she’s okay. Instead I ask, “Shower?”
She slides her long, tan, toned legs over the edge of the mattress and walks over to me without an ounce of shyness. I wonder if she knows what a turn-on her confidence is. “I get to shampoo you first.”
She slips into the bathroom as my eyes follow her, watching her ass, already planning on taking her from behind next time. I’m not sure one night with her will be enough.
Six
Rowan
I wakeup to an empty bed and an empty box of condoms.
A small stream of light filters through the break of the curtains into the quiet room. I sit up in bed, the sheet resting over my legs and lap. The shower isn’t going, and all her clothing that was discarded haphazardly last night is gone.
She’s gone.
I don’t have to look at the hotel notepad to know there’s no number with a note that says, “call me.”
We both knew the deal. This was a one-night thing, but I can’t deny that I enjoyed spending last night with her more than I anticipated. Usually I’d welcome a woman being gone without any complications, so I’m not sure what this melancholy feeling is.
I get out of bed, head into the bathroom, and turn on the shower, but the minute I do, a memory from last night is triggered—Leigh pushing me against the wall, one of her legs over my shoulder as I got her off with my mouth. Fuck, she was so responsive.
Once the water warms, I step under the stream and close my eyes, washing the memory of her off me, along with our mixed scent from hours and hours of sex. At this point, I’m not sure if I should find some other woman to erase Leigh from my mind or seek Leigh out, which feels impossible anyway. We live in a city of almost three million people.
I could ask Mila for her contact information, but she and Jack are leaving for their honeymoon this morning. Mila convinced him to take a two-week trip to Fiji, but we all know his laptop will be nearby the entire time.
It doesn’t matter anyway. Leigh and I had an agreement before coming up to the room. Neither one of us was looking for anything more than last night.
I finish showering and get dressed, dropping a tip for the maid on the dresser. I take a moment to stare out the window at Chicago, pushing away all my anxiety about what I need to prove to the Falcons’ fans this season. Coming into a team and being the new guy who replaces their favorite player is hard in any city. Most fans know Jennings was losing his stamina and had little time left in the league. We played together here at the end of last season, but as of this season, it’s me the fans and the organization will look to as their star player. The pressure to make sure I keep them on my side is like a slow drip poison inside me that I can’t find the cure for.
Grabbing my shit, I walk out of my room, looking back as if I’m afraid that once I step out, the memory of her won’t linger in my head any longer.
What the hell am I doing? It was a one-night stand. Get a fucking grip, Landry.
The door clicks shut, and I walk down the hallway toward the elevators. Another flicker of memory accosts me when the doors open. I need to get the hell out of this hotel, then she’ll be gone from my mind.
I stand in the corner, shutting down all thoughts of her swollen lips after I kissed her right against the glass wall to my right.
What seems like a lifetime later, the doors slide open. After mumbling a good morning to the reception staff, I step out of the lobby. The doorman opens the door for me and flags down a taxi.
