“I have no idea.” He carried her upstairs to his room and laid her gently amidst the rumpled linens.

In the dim light coming through the window, he could just make out her face. She blinked at him a few times before her eyes turned soft, slumberous.

“Come here,” she whispered.

He didn’t waste any time. He dropped down on the bed next to her and pulled her into his arms. Her head fell back as his lips found her throat. She let out a soft “ah” as he nipped his way down the soft skin of her neck. He gently pulled her cotton tee shirt over her head and groaned as he saw she hadn’t been wearing a bra.

“I thought,” she broke off with a moan when he nuzzled his face between her breasts.

The scent of her skin was driving him crazy.

“I thought you were mad at me.”

He tugged at her jeans and watched, mesmerized, as she moved next to him on the bed and arched her back so she could pull them off. The seductive thrust of her hips made his throat go dry.

“I wasn’t mad at you. I was mad at myself.”

She laughed, a low, throaty sound, as he captured her leg and pulled her closer. A few kicks later, her jeans were on the floor next to the bed. Her eyes held his as she arched her back again, this time to slide her panties off. She sat up and flung them at his head like a slingshot.

“Christ. Come over here.”

She straddled him and he anchored a hand in her hair and pulled her down for his kiss. He loved her taste, the way she melted against him, the sounds she made. Nothing had ever been this good.

“What do you say we forget the one night thing?”

Ridley whimpered and bit his bottom lip. “Forget it? You mean not do this anymore? I don’t like that plan.”

“No. I mean forget it, and just do whatever we want.”

She nipped along his jawline and then pressed her tongue against his pulse. “Whatever we want, hmm?”

He laughed and flipped them over. She squealed as her back hit the bed.

“Mmm, hmm. I know exactly what I want to do first.”

Her eyes fluttered closed as he returned to his position between her breasts, nuzzling and licking his way down to her belly button.

“You do?” she whispered.

“Mmm, can you guess?” He nipped at her hipbone.

“Oh my, I think… I can’t think.”

Her legs fell open as he lowered his head between her thighs. The scent of her was like a drug, filling his nostrils, wrapping around him and through him until he was consumed by it.

She cried out at the first lash of his tongue. The sound echoed in his ears as he lapped at her, already lost in her taste. He pulled one of the pillows from the head of the bed to him so he could prop her higher.

“What are you doing?” she asked, breathlessly.

“Just getting comfortable, baby girl. I’m not done with you, yet.”

He was nowhere near done, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t enjoy a few detours. Propping her hips up also gave him a unique view of her breasts. He leaned over and laved each of her nipples until they pebbled against his tongue. She gripped his hair and held him against her, moaning when he pulled away.

Her moans turned to soft sighs when he settled between her thighs. Another long lick of her core had her arching off the bed.

“Jackson, stop teasing me.”

He laughed softly and gripped her thighs, pulling her closer. The position pushed her against his mouth and he growled his approval. He drew the lips of her sex between his teeth lightly until she cried out.

“Oh. Oh!” She clamped her hand over her mouth to muffle her cries as she came.

He moved with her, keeping his mouth on her as she clenched against his tongue, trying to prolong her pleasure. Finally she dropped down against the bed and sighed.

He turned her gently on her stomach until her perfectly round ass was beneath him. Hell yeah. Now he could play.

She shivered as he caressed the soft skin of her back, pressing his thumbs gently next to the indentation of her spine. She arched under his fingers like a cat. He followed the same path with his tongue, until she trembled.

He reached over to the nightstand and grabbed another condom. At the rate they were going he would need a new box by tomorrow. He glanced over at Ridley. She was up on her arms, watching him.

“Hurry up.” She wiggled her ass in his direction.

“Damn. I’m on my way.” He ripped the package open carefully and rolled it on.

He moved behind her, enjoying the view. She looked over her shoulder and winked. He teased her with the tip of his shaft and her mouth fell open on a soft sigh. She pushed back and took him deep. They both cried out.

He twisted the long fall of her hair around his fist and pulled gently as he rocked back and forth, taking her deeper with every thrust. Before long he was powering forward as she pushed back, their hips coming together with savage intensity. It was unlike anything he’d ever experienced. Being inside her was about more than just desire. Every inch of him felt alive when he was with her and he wanted nothing more than to please her in a way that no other man could.

“Jackson. Jackson.” Her head fell forward as she panted his name and her fingers twisted in the sheets again. He was overcome with a sense of supreme masculine satisfaction. She might have a life in Florida that he wasn’t a part of, but he was willing to bet she didn’t have this. Maybe he couldn’t keep her here but he’d be damned if he wouldn’t give her something worth remembering.

He closed his eyes as she tightened around him, crying out his name again. The way she called his name made him feel almost primal. He cupped her breasts, leaning over her back and biting her shoulder gently as he sank even deeper.