Ricky Mable several years ago,” she said when their conversation traveled back to wrestling.
Aaron’s eyes widened. “Really? How?”
“She ran into him in a deli in New York years ago.”
“You’re joking?”
“She has the Polaroid photo to prove it.”
“I would love to see that.”
Her smile tightened, and her eyes shifted away. “Yeah, sure. So have you been to a wrestling match before?”
He nodded. “Yeah, I took a friend when I was in Phoenix and they were in town for a live broadcast. She wasn’t into it, though.”
The rest of her body tightened. Aaron wanted to curse. Bringing up other women wasn’t very smart. Normally he left out conversations of the female friends he kept. He’d let his guard down, since he felt as if he were talking to a friend. Aaron pushed the hair away from her face and held the back of her head. “You know, I’m in town for a few weeks. I’d like to see you again.”
She shook her head. “Let’s not start making promises or anything. Tonight was fun.”
“And we could have more fun.”
Her brow quirked up then down. “Yeah, sure.”
Aaron admitted he wasn’t looking for a relationship. And he definitely didn’t want a repeat of the situation with Denise. He hated to think of his ex, but the easy feeling he got with Kacey was how things had started with Denise. He wasn’t any more ready to settle into anything serious now than he had been back then.
He pulled her head closer. “You’re right. Let’s not talk about tomorrow when we still have the rest of tonight to enjoy each other.” He pressed his lips to hers. Kissing her was addictive.
He leaned in for more, but she pushed him onto his back and straddled his waist. She sat up with a wickedly delicious grin on her face.
“Ready to redeem yourself?” She reached over for one of the condoms on the nightstand.
“Redeem myself, huh? I thought you enjoyed the act?”
“I did.” She opened the foil packet with her teeth. “But I’d wager I can get the same result out of you.”
Aaron’s heart revved like an overheated engine. “Oh, really?”
She slowly slid the condom over his dick. “Really.” Her voice became a throaty whisper.
“Give me your best?”
The decadent smile returned before she slowly impaled herself. Her mouth fell open in a silent sigh, and Aaron’s hands gripped her waist.
Damn, she feels so good.
Her hips twisted, and her miraculous body squeezed him tight, bringing to mind those Chinese finger handcuffs he used to play with as a kid. He’d never be able to look at the toy again without thinking of her.
“Get ready to get it.” Her body moved up and down, her slick sex squeezed him hard, and her small breasts bounced beautifully. The intense pleasure made his toes curl and his eyes cross. She was likely to win this round as well.
Chapter 7
Kacey woke slowly, contentment flowing through every pore of her being. Bright sunlight created a red glow behind her closed eyelids. Her body sank into the soft mattress, the thick, fluffy comforter cocooning her in warmth. She liked mornings like this. No rush to get up. Just lying in bed, enjoying a slow wake up. Satisfied and content with a man’s arm around her waist.
Her eyes popped open. The events of the night before hit her with an
oh shit
intensity. She was slowly and happily waking up with a stranger in a hotel room.
She eased toward the edge of the bed. The strong arm around her tightened and pulled her closer. Crap, how had she ended up with a cuddler for a one-night stand? He settled back down and softly snored. The stiff length of his morning erection pressed into her behind. Desire twisted low in her stomach. The memory of one of the best nights of sex she’d ever had replaced the
oh shit
feeling. That definitely meant it was time for her to get the hell out of the hotel room.
Kacey twisted her head to better see the clock on the nightstand. Eight forty-seven, damn! She was supposed to be at her momma’s