her?
She made herself focus on the here and now,
not what might be once they were in a motel room. “A motel is a hotel where you
can drive right up to the door of your room.”
“Clever.”
She drove a few more blocks and turned in
where a flashing sign announced “Vacancy”.
“Stay here. I’ll check you in.”
The teenager behind the counter at
reception wasn’t the slightest bit interested in her or her companion. Jane
gave a credit card, collected a room key and returned to the car. “I’ll show
you the room and then we should get you some new clothes.”
She had asked for a quiet room and the one
they were given was shielded by a stand of trees from the parking lot and from
the pool. She could hear some children shouting and splashing but couldn’t see
anyone.
Pierce took her bag from the trunk. She
placed a hand on his arm. “I won’t be needing that.”
Replacing it, he slammed the trunk closed
then followed her in silence into the room. He gave the fittings a cursory
glance, nodding when she pointed out the bathroom and explained how the shower
worked.
“The water will be hot all the time.”
Nodding again, he removed his jacket and
threw it on the queen-sized bed. The drapes were closed, making the standard
room dim and intimate.
She put the key on the dresser and stood
awkwardly, unnerved by his silence. “Is anything wrong?”
He flashed a grin. “Not as long as you’re
here.”
He began to unbutton his shirt and pulled
it from the waistband of his thick pants.
“What are you doing?”
“You said I needed new clothes so I might
as well be rid of the old ones.”
“That’s not what I—”
Before she could finish he shucked his
pants, slid his arms from the sleeves of his shirt and took a step toward her.
He took her in his arms and she lost all
the scanty willpower that remained to her. She took a moment to savor the feel
of his naked chest against her, the sensation of her breasts pressed hard to
him, the brush of dark hair under her cheek. His hand caught her chin and lifted
her face to his. His lips came down on hers, his tongue thrusting boldly into
her mouth.
The kiss was a force that rocked her where
she stood, wiping out all good intentions, all the mental tasks she had listed.
She was intensely aware of where he touched her and of where she longed for him
to touch her. Every inch of her ached to be stroked by him, yearned to lie
close to him in that wide, soft bed that called to her just two paces away.
He lifted her against him and his heat
burned through her thin shirt and the denim of her jeans, seducing,
overwhelming. The strength of his erection pushed against the mound of her
pussy, begging her to strip naked.
She gave a low murmur deep in her throat.
Her hands seemed to move instinctively with no conscious control from her
brain. She took hold of the hem of her shirt and pulled it up. He released her
long enough to let her tug it over her head and then his hands were on the
fastener of her jeans.
In rapid movements he stripped her
completely and shed the last of his clothing. Without the warmth of his body
clamped to hers, she was left cold and aching for a few brief moments, moisture
pooling between her thighs. She would do anything to feel him press against her
again, have him relieve the pressure that was building low in her abdomen.
He offered his hand in a strangely Old
World gesture and drew her toward the bed. With her hand in his, she lay upon
the bed and in a heartbeat he was over her, straddling her, creating a shock
wave of desire as his cock skimmed her molten flesh.
She reached up, lost in wonder at the feel
of his skin, breathing in his scent, feeling the power in his shoulder muscles.
“I want you,” she said simply, honestly,
meeting his gaze and spread her legs, inviting him. She had never wanted anything
more.
“You have me.” He leaned over her, his eyes
still on hers, moving gentle fingers from her rib cage upward to her
She made herself focus on the here and now,
not what might be once they were in a motel room. “A motel is a hotel where you
can drive right up to the door of your room.”
“Clever.”
She drove a few more blocks and turned in
where a flashing sign announced “Vacancy”.
“Stay here. I’ll check you in.”
The teenager behind the counter at
reception wasn’t the slightest bit interested in her or her companion. Jane
gave a credit card, collected a room key and returned to the car. “I’ll show
you the room and then we should get you some new clothes.”
She had asked for a quiet room and the one
they were given was shielded by a stand of trees from the parking lot and from
the pool. She could hear some children shouting and splashing but couldn’t see
anyone.
Pierce took her bag from the trunk. She
placed a hand on his arm. “I won’t be needing that.”
Replacing it, he slammed the trunk closed
then followed her in silence into the room. He gave the fittings a cursory
glance, nodding when she pointed out the bathroom and explained how the shower
worked.
“The water will be hot all the time.”
Nodding again, he removed his jacket and
threw it on the queen-sized bed. The drapes were closed, making the standard
room dim and intimate.
She put the key on the dresser and stood
awkwardly, unnerved by his silence. “Is anything wrong?”
He flashed a grin. “Not as long as you’re
here.”
He began to unbutton his shirt and pulled
it from the waistband of his thick pants.
“What are you doing?”
“You said I needed new clothes so I might
as well be rid of the old ones.”
“That’s not what I—”
Before she could finish he shucked his
pants, slid his arms from the sleeves of his shirt and took a step toward her.
He took her in his arms and she lost all
the scanty willpower that remained to her. She took a moment to savor the feel
of his naked chest against her, the sensation of her breasts pressed hard to
him, the brush of dark hair under her cheek. His hand caught her chin and lifted
her face to his. His lips came down on hers, his tongue thrusting boldly into
her mouth.
The kiss was a force that rocked her where
she stood, wiping out all good intentions, all the mental tasks she had listed.
She was intensely aware of where he touched her and of where she longed for him
to touch her. Every inch of her ached to be stroked by him, yearned to lie
close to him in that wide, soft bed that called to her just two paces away.
He lifted her against him and his heat
burned through her thin shirt and the denim of her jeans, seducing,
overwhelming. The strength of his erection pushed against the mound of her
pussy, begging her to strip naked.
She gave a low murmur deep in her throat.
Her hands seemed to move instinctively with no conscious control from her
brain. She took hold of the hem of her shirt and pulled it up. He released her
long enough to let her tug it over her head and then his hands were on the
fastener of her jeans.
In rapid movements he stripped her
completely and shed the last of his clothing. Without the warmth of his body
clamped to hers, she was left cold and aching for a few brief moments, moisture
pooling between her thighs. She would do anything to feel him press against her
again, have him relieve the pressure that was building low in her abdomen.
He offered his hand in a strangely Old
World gesture and drew her toward the bed. With her hand in his, she lay upon
the bed and in a heartbeat he was over her, straddling her, creating a shock
wave of desire as his cock skimmed her molten flesh.
She reached up, lost in wonder at the feel
of his skin, breathing in his scent, feeling the power in his shoulder muscles.
“I want you,” she said simply, honestly,
meeting his gaze and spread her legs, inviting him. She had never wanted anything
more.
“You have me.” He leaned over her, his eyes
still on hers, moving gentle fingers from her rib cage upward to her
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