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

it's branded against my bare spine. It's a good job his name isn't actually
Adam because I'd have forgotten it.
    We should
probably stop now. It's a little after six on a Friday evening and the bar is
filling up, but how do you end the best kiss of your life? The answer is you
don't. I press my body greedily into his and thread my fingers through his
hair, and at some point he moves from sitting to standing and I'm almost off my
feet with the way he's holding me captive against his chest.
    'I have a room
here.' He speaks into my mouth, sweet, delicious words, and then he lifts me so
I can wrap my legs around his middle while he kisses me deeply. The heat of his
cock presses into my crotch, and if we weren't in public right now I'd work his
zipper down and release it.
    'I do too,' I breathe.
    'Yours or mine?'
He's walking now, and I snag my bag from my stool as we pass. I don't miss the
incredulous looks on the faces of the other after work drinkers; for
incredulous, read jealous as fuck. As pick ups go this one has been
spectacular, and I am just glad I'm the woman in his arms rather than one of
the various green eyed gals pretending to be shocked.
    Someone coughs
behind us, and I see a well-dressed security guard heading our way through the
tables.
    ' Get a room,'
one of the two women at the nearby table grouses cattily, loud enough for us to
hear.
    'We did,' Adam
breaks off from kissing me to look down and respond. 'And now we're gonna go up
there and fuck like animals.'
    I laugh into his
shoulder, shocked, and let him stride through the bar with me in his arms.
Those people who can see past their own jealousy give a ripple of applause, and
I laugh again, exhilarated. This guy... he's like a legal high.  
    He doesn't put
me down as we head for the lift bank, and the hovering security guard scurries
ahead of us and presses the button, keen to get us out of the eye-line of the respectable
general public.
    As we step into
the lift and the doors move together, Adam presses me back against the mirrored
wall and fills my mouth with his hungry, demanding kiss again, no longer
holding anything back for the sake of not being arrested.
    'God,' he
breathes, 'You're the hottest woman I've never fucked.'
    'Yet,' I
whisper, palming his violently hard cock through his jeans.
    'Yet,' he
acknowledges, stabbing at the lift buttons before coming back to my mouth to
give me more of his I-can't-wait-to-get-you-naked kisses that are setting my
blood on fire.
    The lift pings,
and he sets me down so we can stumble from it out onto the carpeted hotel
corridor, and he tugs me along by the hand at a pace that would have me out of
breath even if he hadn't just kissed me breathless.
    'Slow down,' I
laugh. He turns to me and narrows his eyes, and then he stops altogether and
sandwiches me against the wall with the heat of his chest. He looks down into
my eyes, and then his fingers unravel the knot of my scarf and pull it so it
slips from my skin and into his hands. A slow smile creases the corner of his
mouth as he winds it around his fingers just before he delivers an ultra- slow,
searching kiss that sends me reeling. When his tongue touches mine, it's a sensual
brush, not a demanding probe. He cradles my jaw between his warm hands, his
eyes closed, a low sound of pleasure in his throat. He's not doing this just
for me; he's enjoying this change of pace too.
    'Better now?' he
asks, when he opens his eyes. I slide my hands inside the softness of his T-shirt
over the hard muscles of his back.
    I don't really
need to answer him because he already knows, but I nod anyway.
    'Which room is
yours?'
    He pulls his
keycard from the back pocket of his jeans and peers at it. '244.'
    I scan the
numbers along the corridor and see that we're outside his door. It touches me
that he didn't take me inside for that kiss.
    'Giving you a chance
to change your mind,' he whispers, dragging his thumb over my lip.
    I shake my head.
'Not a chance.'
     
    He swings the
door wide