like wine, but sweeter. As the seconds pass, I’m filled with a lust I’ve never felt.
The kiss becomes burning, searing, and desperate.
I stop and gasp for air. “How drunk are you?”
“A little tipsy from the wine,” she whispers against my lips. “Too drunk on lust to say no to what's happening between us.”
“Are you sure you want more?” I brush my thumb across her cheek. “I don’t want this to be some mistake you’ll regret tomorrow. It’s just a night but—”
“Shhh.” She places her mitten on my lips. “One night is enough.”
We step inside the B&B. I grip her wrists, lift her arms, and push them against the wall as I seal my mouth over hers. The kiss is hungry, urgent, and passionate. She evokes emotions I don’t recall ever feeling, but if I have, it’s been too long to remember.
I nuzzle down the side of her face, breathing her in as I kiss along the delicate skin of her throat.
She rocks her body against mine. “Colin,” she moans. “We should go upstairs. Someone might see us.”
Nobody’s in this place, but she’s right, the downstairs area has cameras. I rush us up the stairs and let her lead us into her room. Once we close the door, I cage her between my arms, stare into her eyes, then lower my gaze to her delicious lips.
Bending, I press my mouth against hers and nip her bottom lip. My hands slide down to her waist. I want to do this all night. This arrangement seems unfair now that I’ve had a nibble of her. Just one night won’t be enough.
Forget about it, concentrate on the now.
What is wrong with me?
I stop overthinking and start carefully taking off her clothes while placing kisses on her bare shoulders. I take my time sliding my fingers along her smooth skin. It’s going to take all night to run my lips along her soft curves.
“Sit on the bed,” I order, shedding my jacket and pulling off my sweater.
She’s only wearing a pair of cotton panties and a nude bra. Still, she looks gorgeous. Better than any model dressed in the most expensive lingerie. Tonight, this beautiful woman is mine. And tomorrow, she’ll become a memory—the best memory of the year.
After taking off the rest of my clothes, I kneel in front of her, spreading her legs wide. I run my hands up her thighs. She shivers. I feather kisses where my fingers had touched her, and she pushes her hips forward.
“We have all night,” I whisper as my thumb slides up and down her core.
She gasps when my finger circles her clit. When she moans, I replace my fingers with my tongue and taste her. This makes me want her even more. I slide a finger inside her again and kiss her pussy. I finger her as I devour her delicious center.
I fight the urge to do this fast. Even though I want to hear her scream my name, I want to savor her too.
One night.
There’s no do-over.
This is all I get, so I have to enjoy it. Alternating long licks with flickers, I get harder and harder with her moans. I continue until I feel the wave of her orgasm hitting her hard as her walls squeeze my fingers. I’m so turned on that I want to plunge inside her, but instead, when I hear my name come out of her beautiful mouth, I push myself up and kiss her.
“I need you,” she says between shallow breaths.
It takes a lot of strength to get up and search for a condom. If I could, I would just plunge inside her. Instead, I tear at the wrapper and sheath it over my length. Stepping between her legs, I hold my shaft at her entrance and push in.
Buried all the way in for a moment, I enjoy her warmth, crushing my mouth on hers in a bruising kiss. I move my hips to pull out, then slam back inside her tight heat.
She matches my rhythm. We’re driving fast into each other, and there’s no way to stop us. We’re about to set the entire room on fire.
The chaos inside me wants to be released.
The more I drive into her, the stronger it becomes. The grunts, moans, and desperate pleas to release the ache can’t silence the sound of our souls melting into each other.
I groan her name against the crook of her neck and feel her fast pulse that matches mine. Both of us are breathless.
Chapter Seven
Audrey
Thud.
My eyes