woman!”
“Looks like I’m wanted elsewhere. You know the drill. I’ll see you around.”
Jenny gave Sabrina a secretive, saucy smile, then she turned and headed toward her man. There was no reason to point out that in reality, Sabrina didn’t know the drill at all. She tossed back a third of the beer, and as she lowered her sweaty bottle, a familiar male hand plucked it out of her palm and put it on a random table.
“Hey, I wasn’t done with that…”
Silas didn’t say a word, but judging by his impatient look, he was hiding a whole lot of something else he wanted to tell her. It didn’t look good, so she let the beer theft slide in favor of keeping the peace between them.
“Follow me.” He nodded his head in the direction of the stairs, and she followed him up.
So what if it was a valid excuse to admire his tight, perfect ass?
“Admit it, big guy. You ran out of pet names, didn’t you?”
“Hardly, dollface.” He smirked over his shoulder and went down a narrow hallway, opening one of the doors on the right. “The bathrooms are on the other end of the hall when you need it. Make yourself at home in this room for now. I’ll be out here waiting.”
“Awww, how sweet.” She fluttered her eyelashes and frowned with a roll of her eyes.
“You have a heck of a lot of attitude. I can appreciate that.”
“I look like I care what you appreciate, don’t I?” Sabrina grinned, pressing in close to him so she could get through the slightly cracked door. She didn’t keep that smile on her face for long, though. Her breasts brushed against his upper abdomen, and the sensation had her half-lidded and wet, with her nipples already hardening through the thin material of her dress. Before she could move away, his hand shot around her wrist and yanked her in closer. She gasped at the sharp contact, his fingers burning into the sensitive flesh of her inner wrist. Neither of them moved an inch. Both remained locked in a tension-fueled stalemate. She sensed his stare on the top of her head but was too stubborn to look at him—and too amped up with raw need, if she were honest.
“If you know what’s good for you, I wouldn’t wake the beast.” He pressed in closer, stepping her backward until her ass was pressed up against to the door jamb. His muscled thigh lingered between her legs, and his hard cock nudged her belly.
Feels like I already woke it.
This was going way too far, but hell, she had a hard time stopping herself. She was frantic to get into the room and away from his dizzying gravitational pull that practically shut down her mind from rational thought. Sabrina groaned, trying to come up with a witty way to get him to back off. Some distance would subdue the sexual fantasies winding their way through her blurred vision at light speed. She swallowed and tried again. Meanwhile his encroaching heat only grew hotter against her aroused flesh.
“You’re burning up,” she croaked as his fingers idly traced the bare line of her collarbone along the halter neckline of her dress. Her eyes closed at the butterfly soft touch. How was it possible for someone so big, tough and badass to be so gentle?
Silas grunted, and his other arm tightened even more around her waist, drawing her impossibly close.
“I…I don’t…understand…” she muttered. She couldn’t remember the last time a man’s hands had such an effect on her because nothing like this ever happened to her body just from someone’s touch.
He ground his hips forward so his cock rubbed against her abdomen. There was no holding back her breathy sigh as every part of her body went on high alert. She was still clutching the bundle of his clothes to her side with one hand, and her purse with the other. That left no barrier between them to keep her sane—other than the faraway knowledge that she didn’t know this man from a hole in the ground.
“Fuck,” he moaned.
Christ, that small, deep sound made her skin prickle with pent-up
“Looks like I’m wanted elsewhere. You know the drill. I’ll see you around.”
Jenny gave Sabrina a secretive, saucy smile, then she turned and headed toward her man. There was no reason to point out that in reality, Sabrina didn’t know the drill at all. She tossed back a third of the beer, and as she lowered her sweaty bottle, a familiar male hand plucked it out of her palm and put it on a random table.
“Hey, I wasn’t done with that…”
Silas didn’t say a word, but judging by his impatient look, he was hiding a whole lot of something else he wanted to tell her. It didn’t look good, so she let the beer theft slide in favor of keeping the peace between them.
“Follow me.” He nodded his head in the direction of the stairs, and she followed him up.
So what if it was a valid excuse to admire his tight, perfect ass?
“Admit it, big guy. You ran out of pet names, didn’t you?”
“Hardly, dollface.” He smirked over his shoulder and went down a narrow hallway, opening one of the doors on the right. “The bathrooms are on the other end of the hall when you need it. Make yourself at home in this room for now. I’ll be out here waiting.”
“Awww, how sweet.” She fluttered her eyelashes and frowned with a roll of her eyes.
“You have a heck of a lot of attitude. I can appreciate that.”
“I look like I care what you appreciate, don’t I?” Sabrina grinned, pressing in close to him so she could get through the slightly cracked door. She didn’t keep that smile on her face for long, though. Her breasts brushed against his upper abdomen, and the sensation had her half-lidded and wet, with her nipples already hardening through the thin material of her dress. Before she could move away, his hand shot around her wrist and yanked her in closer. She gasped at the sharp contact, his fingers burning into the sensitive flesh of her inner wrist. Neither of them moved an inch. Both remained locked in a tension-fueled stalemate. She sensed his stare on the top of her head but was too stubborn to look at him—and too amped up with raw need, if she were honest.
“If you know what’s good for you, I wouldn’t wake the beast.” He pressed in closer, stepping her backward until her ass was pressed up against to the door jamb. His muscled thigh lingered between her legs, and his hard cock nudged her belly.
Feels like I already woke it.
This was going way too far, but hell, she had a hard time stopping herself. She was frantic to get into the room and away from his dizzying gravitational pull that practically shut down her mind from rational thought. Sabrina groaned, trying to come up with a witty way to get him to back off. Some distance would subdue the sexual fantasies winding their way through her blurred vision at light speed. She swallowed and tried again. Meanwhile his encroaching heat only grew hotter against her aroused flesh.
“You’re burning up,” she croaked as his fingers idly traced the bare line of her collarbone along the halter neckline of her dress. Her eyes closed at the butterfly soft touch. How was it possible for someone so big, tough and badass to be so gentle?
Silas grunted, and his other arm tightened even more around her waist, drawing her impossibly close.
“I…I don’t…understand…” she muttered. She couldn’t remember the last time a man’s hands had such an effect on her because nothing like this ever happened to her body just from someone’s touch.
He ground his hips forward so his cock rubbed against her abdomen. There was no holding back her breathy sigh as every part of her body went on high alert. She was still clutching the bundle of his clothes to her side with one hand, and her purse with the other. That left no barrier between them to keep her sane—other than the faraway knowledge that she didn’t know this man from a hole in the ground.
“Fuck,” he moaned.
Christ, that small, deep sound made her skin prickle with pent-up
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