Only One Touch (Only One #4) - Natasha Madison Page 0,29

room, I look around to see if anything indicates she is with someone.

“I was expecting my room service,” she says, closing the door and walking over to me. “How did you—”

I cut her off when I grab her face and kiss her lips. Her mouth opens for me to slide my tongue in, and I can taste her sweetness. I thought kissing her last night was a dream. It almost felt too fucking perfect, but with my hands on her face again, this time feels even better than it did last night. Her hands go inside my jacket to my waist, and I can feel her nails digging into me when she pulls me closer to her. I turn my head to the other side as our tongues duel—neither of us giving in.

The knock on the door startles us, making us jump apart. Our chests are rising and falling as if we just sprinted over the finish line of a marathon. She puts her shoulders back and walks to the door, opening it for the room service. The man smiles at her as he pushes in the cart. “Would you like it in the living room?” he asks, and she nods.

“Thank you,” Becca says, looking at him and then at me. “I’ll pour the tea myself.” He smiles at her and walks out.

“Tea?” I ask, smiling.

“It’s ginger tea,” she says, walking over to the tray. “And it was cold outside.”

“Did you order food?” I ask, knowing full well she didn’t.

“It was too early to eat. I had a late lunch,” she says, pouring herself some tea.

“Have dinner with me,” I say, and she looks up. “Unlike yesterday, when you hightailed it out of the arena without seeing me.”

She sits back on the couch. “I didn’t hightail it anywhere. I was just done for the day.”

“So you didn’t run off because I kissed you?” I ask, and I have to put my hands in my pockets.

“Let’s just get one thing straight. We kissed each other,” she says, crossing her arms over her chest.

“I’m the one who kissed you,” I say, and when she’s about to argue, I put my hand up. “Doesn’t fucking matter who kissed who. Bottom line, we kissed, and you ran away.”

“I didn’t run away.” She smirks at me, and I see that her lipstick is still on. “I walked.” I just watch the twinkle in her eye. “Fast.”

I throw my head back and laugh. “Be ready at seven,” I say, turning around and walking out of the room. My hand grabs the door handle.

“What if I had plans?” she asks, and I know that she doesn’t because she’s asking.

“Do you?” I look over my shoulder as I open the door.

“I don’t make plans on the same day I fly in,” she says, and I want to laugh because I do the same. “So …”

“See you in three hours,” I say. “Dress casual.”

“If I say no?” She tilts her head to the side. I stand here, and I wonder if what I’m going to say next will scare her off. But with that look in her eyes, I can’t help it.

“If you say no, then we are just going to have to stay in and eat each other.” Her mouth opens. “I, for one, am famished.” I look around. “You’d look good lying on that table with my mouth buried between your legs.” I point at the table and smirk when I see her cheeks getting just a touch pink. “Fuck it, let’s just stay in.”

“I’ll be ready at seven,” she says, and I roll my lips. I’m about to close the door when I hear her call my name. “You might want to save room for dessert.” She gets up, walking to the door and grabbing it, pulling it open as my hand slides down. “I know I will,” she says before she closes the door in my face, leaving me with my mouth hanging open.

Chapter 13

Becca

My hand trembles as I tie the belt to my red wraparound dress. I look at myself in the mirror as I put on the red lipstick. I had about thirty minutes to get ready, and I took out the sexiest thing I brought with me. I didn’t think I would wear it because it’s a bit shorter than I’m used to, but it looks good with the thigh-high black boot stilettos. I turn to check and see how it looks from the back, and the gold heel from the shoe