Regular Sex ~ Issue 9 ~ The One Night Stand (The Regular Sex Weekly Series ~ Raunchy coffee-break reads) Read Online Free PDF

need to turn to know it's him.
    'Don't tell me your
name,' he says, and his arm slides out to place his beer on the bar beside my
martini. His 'n' hers. It looks a damn sight better than a pair of monogrammed
bath towels.
    A tiny shudder
of pleasure strokes feather light down my spine. His voice is rich with quiet
confidence, and his choice of words tells me that he and I are cut from the
same cloth this evening.
    'It's Rita,' I
lie, and he laughs softly as he slides onto the bar stool beside mine.
    'It's not Rita,'
he says. 'Pick again. My mother's name is Rita.'
    I play with the
stem of my glass. 'Laura?'
    His brows draw
down. 'Second cousin twice removed.' He studies my face, and it gives me the
opportunity to notice his eyes are the same shade of green as the olive in my
martini and shot through with shards of gold, as if someone flicked glitter in
them. He's an odd mix of outdoor healthy and darkly sexy; looking at him sparks
something low in my belly. I recognise it as pure, absolute lust.
    'You look like a
Holly,' he decides.
    'And you must
be... Adam.'
    Those gold-dust
eyes glitter. 'Pleased to meet you.'
    I incline my
head and consider him over the rim of my glass.
    Close up, I can
see the freckles scattered across the bridge of his nose and the laughter lines
around his mouth when he smiles. They put him late thirties, forty at most, which
makes us just about equal. He might have a couple of years on me at best; I'm
thirty-five, half way to seventy, and I plan on making every year between here
and there count. They say women peak around my age, so this guy should feel
goddamn honoured to have my prime piece of real estate ass sending him free beer
and an invitation for more. I feel a little like Thelma picking up Brad Pitt in
a motel. Or was it Louise? No matter. The point is that this guy would look
mighty fine in a Stetson and I want to get laid, so right here right and now,
we are the perfect match.
    'So, Adam. Are
you in town on business or pleasure?'
    I'm pretty sure
I lifted that line verbatim from Pretty Woman.
    'Business up to
now,' he says, and his hand brushes mine on the bar as we both place our
glasses down at the same time. 'Pleasure from here on in.'
    I swallow, and
glancing away I catch the suited up business women eying Adam from behind; the
look they give me is laced with envy. I can practically see the green eyed
monster seated at their table with them. Sorry ladies, go cast your nets
somewhere else. This fish has taken my bait and is well and truly on my hook.
    'Is that right?'
I flash him my you've-got-me-if-you-want-me smile.
    He lays his hand
on my knee, firm and massaging. 'Want to know a secret, Holly?'
    'As long as it's
not your address or phone number,' I say.
    He leans in and
pulls my stool closer to his, and his eyes tell me he understands and isn't in
the least offended. 'I don't want your Saturday nights or dinner with your
folks, either. Just tonight.'
    The bar tender
is close enough to catch his words and I see his eyebrows hit his gelled fringe.
Watch and learn, boy, because there's a master-class in process here. I'm turned
on, hot from the inside out by such clearly laid out intent. I have a couple of
options here. Do I play it cool, or put my cards on the table? Oh, what the
hell. I never much liked playing it cool anyway.
    Slithering to my
feet, I end up between his spread, jean clad thighs and wind my arms around his
neck.
    'Tonight, huh?'
I look at my watch over his shoulder. 'It's still pretty early. That gives us a
fair few hours until morning.'
    His arm hooks
around my waist and pulls me flush against him, and he pushes his other hand
into my hair.
    'I'm done
talking,' he whispers, and then lowers his mouth to mine. Oh. My. Fucking. God.
    If I've met a
man who kisses better I don't recall him, and if I've met a man with more
charisma I've forgotten him for my own good. This guy, he kisses like a
champion. He's gentle until he isn't, and his hand splayed on my back feels as
if