Page 5 of Pucking One Night Stand

And then the kiss turns manic. Hotter, as her hands push into my hair, my grip tightens on her waist, and we don’t come up for air, don’t slow down, don’t stop.

This is not how I expected this night to go.

Not even close.

Cassy scrunches my shirt, pulling me in deeper like she wants to consume me. Like she wants me to consume her.

Her body is flush against me, her lips parting under mine, and the heat between us is coiling tighter and hotter. Her fingers slip lower, brushing over my erect manhood in my pants.

Damn, that felt good.

She exhales sharply, her lips breaking from mine just enough to murmur, “Jesus, you’re not, are you?”

I smirk against her neck, pressing a slow, open-mouthed kiss to her pulse. “Come on,” I whisper. “I’m staying in this hotel tonight. Let’s go up to my room. Unless…”

She bites my bottom lip, a sly little tease before pulling back, her gaze laced with heat. “Unless nothing, bud.” Her fingers slide into mine, gripping tightly. “You’ve damn well worked me up. Now you’re going to have to finish what you started.”

I don’t need to be told twice.

Still holding her hand, I cut through the crowd, guiding her toward the exit. We slip past dancing bodies, past the flashing neon, the thudding bass, and out through the small, dimly lit reception area ofSin City.

Then we’re in the hotel’s main lobby, bright, chaotic, and packed with people. I barely register any of them. This hot, spoiled, amazing, long-legged blonde is the only thing I see, and as you can imagine, right now? My dick is 100% in control of any brain cells I thought I had.

I don’t know who she is or care as we dart across the floor, heading straight for the elevators, moving fast like we might combust if we don’t make it upstairs soon.

As we wait, I grip her waist and pull her against me, kissing her again, harder this time.

She gasps into my mouth, her fingers twisting through my hair, and her body melting into mine.

Damn… Definitely trouble. With a capital T.

The elevator doors slide open. We practically fall inside, hands everywhere, mouths crashing together like we’ve got seconds left to live. The minute the doors slide shut, I press her against the wall, my hands gripping her hips, my thigh sliding between hers.

Then the doors open again.

Shit.

Two people stand outside, wide-eyed, and decide not to step in.

I jab the button for the twelfth floor. The doors close. We’re moving.

Cassy lets out a breathless laugh, dragging me back down to her. My lips find her neck and taste the heat of her skin. She tilts her head back, her breathing uneven. “You know…” She gasps, her fingers digging into my shoulders. “I never usually do this…” Another breath, faltering now. “Not… not with a stranger.”

I don’t answer. Because I don’t care. The bet, and what looks like an immense night, is all I’m thinking about.

The elevator dings. Twelfth floor.

I grab her hand, and we head down the corridor, past identical doors, my keycard burning a hole in my pocket.

“No? Me neither!” I lie through my teeth, and we laugh as we reach my room.

I push her up against the door, kissing her again, drinking in the small sounds she makes.

Her hands move fast, undoing my shirt buttons, while I fumble in my pocket and pull out the keycard.

I swipe. The lock clicks open, we stumble inside, and I kick the door shut behind us.

Her mouth crashes into mine again, and her fingers slide under my shirt, her nails scraping along my stomach as I walk her backward. The backs of her legs hit the bed, and before either of us can think, we’re falling onto it, her beneath me, breathless and flushed.