Subtle scents of cinnamon mix with the taste of whiskey on her skin. I lick her from
collarbone to the back of her ear, her moans enticing me to take more than a gentle
share of what I want.
brunette. Under the bright spotlight of that stage, my eyes found hers as I sang about
me. Maybe it was the way she pretended to not care, catching my eyes and then turning
away as if she was too shy to come speak to me, but too good to be bothered. It didn’t
matter. I was already caught up in her as much as she was caught up in me
The set ended and I made my way over to the mystery woman, the one who hid in the
dark of the bar just as two shots were served. I took the shot of Fireball and then took
her home shortly after.
Fuck. She feels good.
Hard little body, but soft in all the right places. Tits that fill my large hands and legs that
spread enough for me to squeeze between her thighs. I bet she wouldn’t reach my
shoulders in heels. Speaking of, “Keep them on.”
I like the feel of the leather against my lower back, the hard heel scraping across my skin
when she tries to power play me by tightening around my waist and pulling me closer. I
didn’t ask her to my bedroom. I didn’t have a chance. What started out as laughing while
we shared a two a.m. snack of Cheetos, hummus, and whiskey turned into me eating her
as a snack on top of my kitchen counter. I don’t ever do that with a one-nighter, but
damn if she didn’t make me want to break more rules with her.
She kisses me like a woman in need of water, taking as much as she wants while
pressing her heels into my ass. The heat between us emanates until I’m dragging my
shirt off to try to cool down.
I knew she was different the moment she opened her mouth back at the bar. “You sing
rock with so much soul. Who hurt you?”
“No one gets close enough to do me any harm.”
“That’s a pity.”
“It’s a pity I’ve never been hurt?”
“No, it’s a pity you’ve never loved anyone enough to get hurt.”
My heart started beating for what felt like the first time as I looked into her sultry eyes. I
could blame the booze, but I can’t lie to myself. She had me thinking twice on things I
never considered once before. Who was this woman? Even with our stomachs full, we
weren’t satisfied. She dragged me by the belt down the hall to my bedroom. Her clothes
were off and mine quickly followed before we tumbled into bed.
Fast. I want to fuck her fast and hard, but every time our eyes connect there’s such
sadness found in her grays that I slow down. Wanting her to hold contact, I cup her
Her eyes slowly open, the long lashes framing the lust I find between them. “What?” she
asks between heavy breaths.
“Are you okay?”
“Just making sure.”
She runs her hands up my neck and into the back of my hair. “I’m sure.” Pulling me
down to her, our mouths are just a few inches apart when she whispers, “I want you. I
want to do this.”
Shy isn’t something I’d call her considering we were in my bed two hours after meeting.
I like a woman who knows what she wants. Hannah knows. And fuck if it isn’t a turn on
that she wants me.