Page 6 of Hot Shot

I follow her into the room. She flips on light switches as she goes, and then we’re just alone.

In her hotel room.

Where there are already pieces of her scattered about. A larger suitcase leans against the far wall. Charlotte’s scent lingers in the air, making my dick impossibly hard.

This might have been a bad idea.

I am a gentleman and I promised to not pressure her. I meant that. But being in this confined space with only that one bed is going to put my willpower to the test.

I stand, leaning against the wall across from the King-sized bed.

Charlotte has already kicked off her shoes and dropped her bag on the armchair in the corner. Now she’s bending over and looking in the small refrigerator.

“Do you want anything?” she asks over her shoulder.

“Is that a minibar?”

“Yes.” She holds up a tiny bottle of some kind of liquor and a Toblerone bar.

“That stuff is so expensive. If you want something, I can walk down to the little store by the front desk.”

She grins at me, those dimples popping. God, she’s pretty.

“It’s okay. It’s a treat I can afford on the occasion I’m in a hotel.” Then she stands and walks closer to me. “Why have you plastered yourself to the wall? And you’re still holding your suitcase. Everything okay?”

I try to avoid staring at the bed right behind her. “You invited me here to stay so I wouldn’t have to sleep on the airport floor, and I really appreciate that. But I gotta tell you, Charlotte, I’m not going to be able to remain a gentleman in this room with you.” I hold a hand up to stop her from speaking. “I’m not going to attack you or pressure you, but I need to be honest. I’ve been hard as a pipe for you since the moment I laid eyes on you. And now we’re in here with that bed.” I point behind her. “Your sassy little toes are out with that bright pink polish,” I wipe a hand down my face. “Fuck, I just want to kiss you, take off all your clothes and spend the evening between your thighs.”

Her eyes are round with surprise and her lips are parted. She’s not laughing at me though and she hasn’t kicked me out, so maybe that’s a good sign.

“That said, I don’t want to take advantage of your kindness. If you’re not interested, maybe I should go back to the airport and sleep on the floor.”

She stares at me for a few more breaths, then drops the tiny bottle and chocolate on the floor. “Oh, fuck it,” she mutters. Then she whips her shirt over her head and closes the distance between us.

“Does that mean yes?” I ask.

She wraps her arms around my neck and peers up into my face. “Yes.”

I pull her flush to my body. The softness of her plump curves feels like heaven and everything that’s right in the world.

“Thank fuck.” Then I kiss her. Her lips part nearly immediately, and I slide my tongue into her mouth.

She sucks on my tongue, and I groan in response. I pick her up, and she wraps her legs around my waist. Then I switch our places, pressing her back against the wall.

We kiss again, our tongues licking and tasting. As ridiculous as it sounds, I think I could come just from kissing her.

“You’re a really good kisser,” I tell her on a breath.

She laughs. “I think we’re just good at kissing each other.”

Maybe she does feel this intense connection with me.

“I really want to touch you,” I mutter against her lips.

“You are touching me. You’re literally holding me in your arms.”

I nuzzle her neck, inhaling the sweet feminine scent of her. It’s spicy and citrusy and makes my mouth water. “I want to touch other parts of you.”

“You’ll have to put me down.”