this was his room or not. Hotels tended to lack imagination when it came to decorating. Did I dream it al up?
Just passed out on his bed after he checked in?
The sound of running water came to him from behind the closed door of the bathroom and he looked about wildly for some clothes. Anthony didn‘t enjoy nudity, on him at any rate. However, he could have stared at Lexie naked all day long.
But he was pretty sure she wouldn‘t feel the same way about him. Sure, he went to the gym and maintained a decent physique, but more for his general health than for looks. His pasty skin and hairless chest in the light of day weren‘t exactly his best attributes. He needed to cover up before she realized it, too. He‘d just found his glasses and snagged his pants when the bathroom door opened.
―Oh, goody, you‘re awake.‖
Anthony straightened, holding his pants to his chest and stared at Lexie as she sauntered from the bathroom wearing the tiniest towel imaginable. ―Um, g-good morning,‖ he managed to stammer. How this woman managed to make him sound like a simpleton he still couldn‘t figure out. What happened to his calm and confident demeanor? His ability to analyze and respond appropriately to situations?
―It‘s a wonderful morning,‖ she said with a smile. She approached him, her eyes glinting and he swallowed hard. ―In the mood for some breakfast ?‖
A suave man would have said ―Yes, now get your sexy ass on the bed so I can eat.‖
Anthony just nodded his head.
―Excellent. I took the liberty of opening the doors between our rooms. I thought you might want to grab a shower and fresh change of clothes before we went down to eat. Then I figured we could check out the conference events starting in an hour.‖
Anthony would have actually preferred pulling off her towel, throwing her on the bed and seeing if plowing her body really felt as good as he remembered. Instead, with a blush and his trousers clutched to his groin, he fled through the adjoining door, her husky laughter following him.
At least it wasn‘t the derisive kind he‘d come to expect. He jumped into the shower, the hot water hitting his back and making him hiss.
The sting of the scratches across his shoulders and upper back reminded him of her passionate response to their coitus. She marked me. The realization made him grin. As he showered his mind couldn‘t help turning over the fabulous turn of events that had occurred in the last twelve hours. He, proven geek and flop where woman were concerned, not only had a drop dead gorgeous woman seduce him—and suck him off—she still wanted to spend time with him.
Even better, the sex had been amazing, the best he‘d ever had, and more astonishing was her response to him. She hadn‘t faked her desire or her orgasm—he knew what a pulsing channel meant. And he suspected his middle of the night dream of taking her from behind while spooned in bed probably occurred as well.
Just thinking of her lithe body made him rock hard. He couldn‘t help gripping his cock and fisting it. He also couldn‘t help the low moan as he thought of the way he‘d felt when she wrapped her lips around his shaft, sucking him while her hand cupped his balls.
The shower curtain rustled and his eyes shot open. Shock at getting caught masturbating made him want to swirl down the drain, until he saw her face. Lexie stood in front of him, the steam from the shower pearling on her skin, the expression on her face hungry, and not for food.
―I‘m sorry,‖ she murmured. ―I just couldn‘t resist joining you.‖ She wrapped her fingers around his hand still on his cock. ―I hope you don‘t mind.‖
Anthony didn‘t mind when she bent over for him in the shower exposing the most perfect pink pussy. He didn‘t mind that the water made her tighter when he sheathed his cock into her.
And he didn‘t mind at all that she screamed when he fucked her until they both came.
If his stomach would have stayed