Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 66518 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 333(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66518 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 333(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
But now, finally, I was ready to end my self-imposed dry spell. I’d decided that even before I’d arrived in Las Vegas, which was the perfect place for a random hookup.
Not that I’d expected it to be with the most beautiful man I’d ever seen in my entire life. He was so far out of my league that it was kind of ridiculous that he’d come home with me.
But then, if he stuck to people in his league, he wouldn’t have much of a selection. It would really just leave him with a handful of models, bass guitarists, and A-list actors.
Bass guitarists were always hot, no matter what they looked like.
I whispered, “Focus, Ryder,” and tried to make a decision. Should I get naked, or not? I took off my flannel shirt and tossed it over the back of a chair. My belt followed. After hesitating for a few moments, I removed my jeans, climbed onto the bed, and tried to look natural.
Wait, I was still wearing socks. That definitely wasn’t sexy. I took them off and hid them under the bed, leaving me in just a T-shirt and boxers. I leaned against the pillows and stuck one hand behind my head, then two. I crossed and uncrossed my ankles. Then I tried stretching out on my side with one hand propping up my head and the other on my hip.
Okay, no. This was sleazy. I looked like I was starring in a low-budget porno, which would probably be called Riding Ryder.
I leapt up and grabbed my jeans, but before I could put them on, Hal slipped back into the room. He was carrying his clothes and boots, which left him in nothing but a pair of black briefs with lace edges. My jaw hit the floor.
I knew I was staring as he piled his things on the dresser and turned to me, but I couldn’t help it. He was a work of art. His body was long and lean with smooth, flawless skin, and his dark, silky hair was captivating. It almost reached his elbows, spilling around his shoulders and perfectly framing his face. And what a face it was, with its high cheekbones, dark, expressive eyes, and lush, full lips.
How could anyone be that beautiful?
Those lips curved into a teasing smile. “Like what you see?”
Did he really have to ask? I murmured, “God, yes,” and tossed the jeans aside as he crossed the room to me.
When our lips met, heat shot through my body. He leaned into me, and I ran my hands down his back. I savored him with all my senses, trying to commit every detail to memory. It would be all I had left when I was back home, and he started to feel like a dream I once had.
He paused to pull off my T-shirt before guiding us to the bed and climbing on top of me. His kisses felt urgent as he ran his hands over my hair, my face, my shoulders. It felt like he couldn’t get enough of me. It had been such a long time since I’d experienced anything like that.
He nuzzled my cheek and ground his cock against mine as he murmured, “Please tell me you have some real lube, and not whatever is in that jug.”
“I think it might be corn oil. There’s lube in the nightstand.”
He sat up so he was straddling me and retrieved the small bottle from the drawer. As he tore off the plastic wrapper, he told me, “I only bottom. Is that a problem?”
Hal was so business-like about it that it made me grin. “Nope. No problem at all.” He nodded at that and placed the unwrapped bottle on the nightstand. Next, he dumped some condoms out of the box, and I asked, “Anything else you want me to know before we get going?”
“Just… don’t hold back. I hate it when people treat me like I’m fragile.”
“Got it.”
“And don’t pull my hair. I know it seems like an obvious move because it’s so long, but I hate that.”
“No hair pulling. Check.”
I rolled over, depositing him onto the mattress, and he stripped off his little black briefs. My boxers followed. Now that we were both naked, I ran my gaze over every inch of his body, lingering on his cock. It felt like a feast had been placed in front of me, and I was fucking starving.
I climbed on top of him, supporting my weight with my knees and elbows. When I kissed his neck, he threw his head back and made a sound that was almost a purr.
If all I had with Hal was the next few hours, I wanted them to count. I wanted to make him feel better than he ever had before. I wanted him to remember me, for all the right reasons.