Screw playing hard to get.
“Yeah.
Come on.”
I took him by the hand and half-dragged him over to a bank of elevators.
“I think my friends are up there.
I don’t have a key so they’d better be.”
I pushed the up button, trembling a little over what I was doing, namely bringing an almost complete stranger up to my room an hour after meeting him so I could rip his clothes off and be a wild and crazy slut.
I was so ready to be a prostitute right now.
Twelve hundred bucks was definitely going to buy him a blow job. All I could think about was what he might look like under all those cowboy clothes and whether that bulge I’d seen going down his leg would measure up to my imagination.
“Your friends don’t like to gamble?”
“Yeah, but one of them got too drunk so the other one was taking care of her.”
“They left you alone in that dress?”
I tried really hard not to smile.
“Kind of.
Not really.”
One of the eight elevators dinged and opened.
As I stepped in, I said, “I would have helped too, but I saw this totally hot guy in a cowboy hat and I got a little distracted.”
I cringed at the way my words were slurring together.
I was trying so hard for cool, but was afraid I was getting closer to fool.
Pressing the button for the right floor, I did my best to act like I hadn’t just totally revealed my hand.
“Is that so?” he asked.
“Do I need to go speak to him?”
I turned around, a sneaky smile on my face.
I tilted my head, letting my hair hang down over my shoulder.
“Maybe.
What would you say to him?”
He moved closer.
“I’d tell him he missed out.
That I got there first and to step aside.”
“Are you sure about that?” I asked trying not to pant like a bitch in heat.
He was so close I could feel the sexy coming off his chest.
My knees were turning to jelly over how tall and broad-shouldered he was.
And that stupid cowboy hat … I should have hated it.
It should have taken all the sexy away and turned him into a hayseed country bumpkin.
But it didn’t.
It made him a wild thing.
A dangerous stranger, untamed.
Completely unconcerned with what anyone else thought, and comfortable in his own skin.
If I hadn’t been so drunk I would have been too intimidated to even talk to him.
Instead, I was stepping forward to meet him halfway, my eyes drinking him in and not at all ashamed to be doing it.
His voice dropped to a near-growl.
“The question is not whether
I’m
sure, but whether
you
are.
Because I know exactly what I want, and I’m not the kind of guy who’s afraid to go after it once I see it.”
He dropped the shoes and the chips in a messy pile and was up against me wrapping his arms around my waist when the elevator dinged.
We’d reached my floor.
A second later the doors slid open.
His head came down slowly and the brim of his hat blocked out the light coming from above.
We were in a cocoon of sexual energy, and I didn’t want to stop long enough to get off the elevator.
I put my hands on his chest, moving them up over his soft cotton shirt to his shoulders, reveling in the strong, lean muscles I felt there.
Wrapping my hands around his neck, I buried my fingers in the curls at the back of his head when he bent down to meet my lips with his.
Our mouths connected and the passion that had been building flared up strong and hot.
Nothing about our earlier flirtations and not-quite-accidental touches had prepared me for this.
His lips were full and soft, but demanding in the way they pressed against mine and moved quickly to angle for more.
I didn’t wait for an invitation, opening my mouth and letting my tongue lick his lips, daring him to come out and play.
He took my dare with a moan, his bold tongue charging out to tangle with mine.
I’d never in my life been kissed like this.
The doors slid shut.
Mack reached over and pushed the button for my floor again, but we were already going down.
“Shoot, we missed my floor,” I whispered against his mouth.
His hands slid down to my backside and squeezed, send a thrill into my hottest of places, making me wet with anticipation.
I pushed my hips towards his, wanting to growl with satisfaction over the hard length I found there.
He moved against me while massaging my ass, making me want to scream with unfulfilled desire.
If the elevator bell hadn’t gone off at just that moment, I might have just yanked up my skirt and jumped on his offering.
But it did go off, and then the doors opened, so I quickly pulled away and pushed down the bottom of my dress.
Trying to look like I hadn’t just almost screwed a cowboy in the elevator of my hotel was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done.
I’m pretty sure I wasn’t doing a good job of pulling it off.
“Going up?” asked an older couple, looking a little confused about seeing us standing there and not getting off.
“Uh, yeah,” said Mack, having to clear his throat before he continued.
“We’re going up.
All the way up.”
I hiccuped loudly and threw my hand over my mouth, my eyes bugging out.
Not sexy!
Not sexy!
The woman put her hand on her husband’s arm, stopping him from stepping onto the elevator with us.
She glanced down at the chips all around our feet and then looked up.
“I think we’ll just take the next one.
You kids go on ahead.”
She winked at us and shushed her husband when he started to complain.
The doors closed and Mack came after me without a second’s delay.
I welcomed him with open arms and open legs.
As open as they could be, anyway, in the damn tight dress I’d been forced to wear.
It was like a straightjacket when all I wanted to do was jump up and wrap my legs around him.
“What are we doing?” I said against his mouth.
It was a stupid question, we both knew it. My mind was spinning and my hormones were raging.
I needed him inside me, and I needed him there now.
I’d never been so turned-on in my entire life.
If Candice and Kelly were in our room, I’d just have to find a supply closet somewhere.
“Feels like we’re about to have some fun,” he said, not a trace of amusement in his voice.
“I’m willing if you’re willing.”
The elevator jerked slightly as it began traveling up again.
I pulled back, staring him in the eye, blinking to make the fuzziness go away.
“I’m definitely willing.
Definitely, totally willing.”
We kissed again, and when he moved his hands down my back this time, he didn’t stop at my rear end.
He kept on going until he reached my thigh while simultaneously pushing me back against the wall of the elevator.
Once he lifted my leg, my hot center was angled up to fully appreciate the hardness that he once again pushed against me.
I wrapped my ankle around the back of his hips, moaning as I moved up and down, rubbing against him in a rhythm that I had no control over.
Our mouths moved in perfect unison while my hips swiveled, bringing him closer with each thrust.
My skirt was up around my waist, and my red lace underwear were soaked through when the elevator bell dinged again.
He dropped my leg and slid his hands down the sides of my hips and thighs, putting my skirt back to where it should have been when in public.
He gathered up the chips and the shoes and stepped out into the hallway, pulling me with him.
I tripped, getting tangled up in my own feet, but he caught me using his body and one arm.
His hand holding the shoes dropped casually to my waist once I was upright again.
“Which way?” he asked, squinting at the signs on the wall.
“Room two-zero-one-four,” I said, sounding like a complete drunkard.
I did some quick mouth exercises, trying to limber my jaw up so I could talk like the educated woman I am.
He caught me doing it and chuckled.
“Could you hold these for me?” After he deposited all the chips and the shoes into my hands, I took a step down the hall, headed to my room
.
“Whoop!” The sound came flying out of my mouth when he surprised the crap out of me and swooped me up into his arms, carrying me in a cradle made of his strong arms.
Long strides brought us down the hall towards the last room on the right while the money rattled away in the plastic cup.
I was literally being swept off my feet, and if it hadn’t been for the spinning of the hallway, walls, floors, and ceiling, it would have been the highlight of my night.
Please let Candice and Kelly be on their way out!
He put me down on my feet at the door and leaned on it with one hand, pulling me up against him with the other.
I was breathless with the kissing that ensued, barely able to hold my thoughts together.
Down the chips and shoes went again, scattered all over the floor and on my feet.
I only opened my eyes a few times during the kissing to keep the spinning room under control.
“Wait, wait,” I said, as a door down the hall opened and voices came floating down the corridor.
I knocked on my door, desperation showing through in the rapid-fire tap, tap, tapping I was doing.
I was incapable of playing it cool right now.
Cool?
Say hello to Fool.
“You don’t have a key?” he asked.
“Where in this dress do you think I’d be able to hide a key?”
My chest was practically heaving with all the heavy breathing I was doing.
I was completely flustered and frustrated, my hands refusing to sit still.
I could feel his six-pack through his shirt.
His muscles actually rippled when I touched them.
The bulge in his pants was huge.
I needed to see this man naked soon or I was going to have a stroke brought on by pent up sexual desire.
Like spontaneous combustion but without the gas or the fire parts.
He ran his fingers past my ribs to my back.
“Hmmm, no key here.”
His fingers went down to my rear end.
“Not here either.”
Putting his hand just under my right breast, he smiled.
“And not here either.”
He grabbed my ass once and let go.
“You’re right.
You don’t have a key.”
He grinned, making me grab his face in my hands and kiss him all over again.
The door rattled and we jumped apart before I could start my next move, namely feeling up his bulge.
I forgot Kelly’s shoes were there on the floor and somehow got tangled up in them when I tried to turn around.
I fell to the side as the door opened, landing in Mack’s open arms.
“Well, well, well.
If it isn’t The Lady Gambler and her cowboy hero,” said Candice, sounding a little put out and a lot mischievous.
I pushed off Mack’s chest to get back on my feet and bent down to grab Kelly’s shoes.
When I stood up, I swayed on my feet, the room doing a full spin in front of me. Mack put his hand on the small of my back and stepped forward to put his body closer to mine.
It was comforting to know that if I fell, he’d be there to catch me.
“Whoopsy.
Sorry, lost my balance there.”
I grinned at Candice, trying to play off the fact that I’d shown up in our room with a random guy.
“What took you so long?” I asked, walking past her and dragging Mack in by the hand.
“I waited forever.
Look what I won.”
I held up the chips he’d gathered off the floor for a second before dumping them on the table.
Several of them rolled off an fell to the floor.
“Nice.”
She only had eyes for Mack.
“And you won some chips too?”
I moved so I was standing next to him.
“Ha, ha.
I didn’t
win
this cowboy, I
beat
him at blackjack.”
I snorted out a laugh at the frown on his face.
I gestured to the cowboy and then at my friend.
“Candice, this is Mack.
Mack, this is Candice.”
She shook his hand while raising an eyebrow.
“Mack?
Are you for real, that’s your name?”
“Mack’s a nickname.
Short for MacKenzie, my last name.”
He grinned, and I saw the effect it had on Candice.
Even her hard ass wasn’t immune to his charms.
I melted into him a little and he put his arm around me.