Best Laid Plans. Rebecca Hunter

      “Fuck,” he muttered under his breath and sank back into his stool.

      She looked up, and his eyes were closed. He shook his head a little and opened them again.

      “I guess we’ve answered the first question,” he said with a wry smile. “It’ll definitely be good.”

      She nodded. This was already sexier than anything she’d done in a long time, and they had only kissed.

      His gaze was fixed on her, and she took the opportunity to stare back. At least she tried to. He did look familiar. Maybe he was an actor, someone from a movie she had seen? His hair had fallen down into his face. If he were her boyfriend, she’d push it back. But he wasn’t. Far from it. Which made this all the more tempting.

      “Well, sweetheart,” he said. “Are we going to walk away, or are we taking this to the next level?”

      This was either going to be the best decision she’d ever made or the dumbest.

      “I’ve got a room,” she whispered.

      He smiled. “I like your choice.”

      She gathered her purse and they stood up. Good God, he was big. What would it be like to have a man this size over her? He’d crush her if he flopped around like Cheater Rob. She frowned. No more Rob thoughts tonight.

      “Can I use your mobile for a minute?” he asked.

      Jackson raised an eyebrow, but he looked serious. She unlocked it and handed it over. He found the camera and took a picture of himself.

      “Oooh, a commemorative photo of our evening,” she said, laughing. “Thanks.”

      He looked down at her and sighed. “For your safety,” he said drily.

      Oh. Why the hell didn’t she think of safety? She must be loopy on all his super-alpha pheromones.

      “Can anyone access your email?”

      She shrugged. “My sister, I guess.”

      “Then email the photo to yourself and write, ‘This is who I was with tonight.’”

      Well, that was a good idea, now that he mentioned it. She typed the message and sent it.

      “Ready?” he asked.

      Yep, she was definitely ready.

      They managed to make it through the lobby, but when the elevator doors closed, all bets were off. He backed her against the wall for another searing kiss. He licked the seam of her mouth, and she opened, answering back with her own explorations. He found her thigh with his hand, and he slipped it under the hem of her skirt. His teeth scraped her bottom lip, and he bit down softly. His hand slid higher, and she squirmed against him. He was rock hard.

      “I can feel you,” she whispered. “All of you.”

      He smiled. “You worried?”

      “Should I be?”

      He didn’t answer, so she reached between them and palmed him gently. His groan echoed through the elevator chamber as she stroked from base to tip, and he muttered an indecipherable string of curse words. He grabbed her hand, but the elevator dinged before he could do anything more.

      Jackson stepped out and took a deep breath. She had flown from New York to Sydney today and had been awake for God knew how long. Now she was taking the world’s hottest man to her hotel room for what promised to be the best sex of her life. Hopefully the jet lag wouldn’t catch up with her any time soon.

      They turned the corner, and she stopped in front of the first room. He swept her hair aside and kissed her neck as she fumbled with the key. But before she could open the door, his hand covered hers.

      “You are on fire,” he whispered in her ear. “And I want to give you more pleasure tonight than you’ve had in your life.”

      Her pulse pounded in her throat. Damn, this was unreal.

      “But if you don’t like something,” he continued, “just say stop and I’ll back off. No matter what we’re in the middle of. Got it?”

      She nodded.

      “Good.”

      He took her key and pushed it in the lock, and the door swung open. He was right behind her, crowding her. As soon as the door closed, he turned her around and pressed her back against the door with the weight of his body. She cupped his jaw in her hands and pulled his mouth toward hers. His lips came down on hers, hungry and insistent. His grip tightened around her waist, but he pulled back.

      “What do you want?” he growled.

      “An orgasm, please?” she squeaked.

      Jackson covered her mouth. Did she really just say that?

      He leaned his forehead against the door, and his shoulders shook with silent laughter. “Yeah, I got that,” he finally said.

      He straightened up and met her gaze. His smile slowly shifted from amusement back to searing lust. He ran his hands up and down her waist in slow, sensual sweeps. “I mean, what do you like?” he said, his voice low and gruff. “This can be as gentle or as rough as you want it.”

      The word rough sang through her body. What did he imagine when he said it?

      “How do you want this to be?” she hedged.

      His eyes widened, and he smiled. “I wasn’t expecting that answer.” He rubbed the stubble on his chin. “I want this to be the best night of your life. I want you to wake up missing the feeling of my cock in you.”

      A rush of heat flooded her. His words turned her on just as much as his ravenous kisses. Jackson had no idea what to say.

      He put his hand back on her waist. “How ’bout we start with this,” he said before his lips brushed the base of her jaw.

      She swallowed and nodded.

      His tongue was soft and teasing. She ran her hands over the thick muscles of his arms. He found the edge of her shirt and tugged it up. She pulled it over her head, and his breath caught. “Mmm... That bra is perfect.”

      She smiled. See-through lace. Her nipples poked out, hard, begging for attention. “Glad you like it.”

      “Hell, yeah.” He cupped her breasts and rubbed his thumbs over the peaks. She moaned, and his erection throbbed hard against her.

      “Turn around,” he said.

      She faced the door, and he unclasped the bra, pushing the straps over her shoulders. She let it fall to the floor. Her breasts were heavy, and they tingled in the cool air. Would he play with them?

      He knelt down behind her and unzipped her skirt. Oh. He slid his hands under the material and pushed the skirt over her hips. It fell to the floor, too, and she stood in nothing but her panties.

      He didn’t touch at first. His breath came in gentle puffs on her back. “Lace again,” he said, running his hands over the material.

      A little gasp escaped from her lips. He kissed the small of her back and eased the panties down, as well.

      She was naked and giddy, but his caresses slowed. His hand trailed down her spine, and when he came to her rear, one finger continued. Then he stopped at the most daring place of all.

      She shivered.

      “You ever played here?” he asked softly.

      Jackson hesitated. She hadn’t, but she was definitely curious. Should she say yes, just to see what it was like? She shook her head.

      “Okay,” he said, and his finger trailed lower. “Then we’ll play here.”

      His finger teased her clit, and then it was gone. He turned her around and tugged off his own shirt. He undid the front of his pants, and her mouth fell open as he reached in to give himself