Wrecked (Stories of Serendipity #8): #8 by Anne Conley Read Free Book Online Page A

she turned to him.
    “Your room,” she said softly.
    “You sure?”
    “You said we could just talk if I wanted, right?” The hesitancy in her voice tugged at Jason. She didn’t want this night to end either.
    Inside his mind, he let out a triumphant war-whoop, but aloud he said, “Of course,” as he put the car back in gear.
    When he pulled up to his hotel, without getting out of the van, Jason turned to Renae. “I had a great time tonight,” he said carefully while stroking her cheek. He needed to make sure she was still okay with this. He could tell she didn’t normally pick guys up at the Gin, and something about that fact made his heart swell.
    “Me too.” Renae’s body had stiffened, and Jason craved the suppleness under his fingers again, like when he’d kissed her earlier by the passenger door. Was she having second thoughts?
    “Do you still want to come to my room?”
    “Why?” Her eyes were guarded, but she sounded more curious than defensive.
    Treading carefully, “I just want to spend more time with you, Renae. We can talk, or we can do other stuff, whatever you want. I don’t want tonight to end. Not yet.” He meant every word. Jason was almost desperate to have her with him longer tonight. He couldn’t explain it, but something about this woman was calling to him, to be with her, in whatever way she would allow.
    The corners of her mouth turned up slightly, and a twinkle lit her eye. “What sorts of other stuff?”
    His eyes fell on her bare shoulder, noticing the expanse of smooth skin where her shoulder met her neck. The top she wore was modest, classy, yet her bare shoulders showed off enough velvety flesh to hint at what lay beneath. His knuckles slowly stroked her collar bone, relishing the feel of downy, glossy skin.
    “Whatever you want. Whatever you’re comfortable with. Whatever makes you feel good.” He watched her carefully, while he moved slowly. She swallowed and took a deep breath before nodding.
    “I want sex.” His cock twitched in response to the words.
    “Are you drunk?” He didn’t want this to be a mistake on her part.
    “Not anymore.”
    Jason’s heart beat wildly. “My room’s right there,” he pointed to the row of rooms in front of the minivan. She nodded. “Stay here.” He got out of the van and walked around to the other side to open her door. She stepped into his arms, and he tasted her lips again.
    Renae opened up to him eagerly as he hauled her against his body. Something felt right to Jason when he kissed her. He could imagine all the world’s evils dying off, all the petty arguments resolved, nothing would bother him again, not with this kiss.
    Her fingers trembled against him as they wound around his neck and tangled in his hair, pulling gently. The stinging tingles sent tremors of need surging through his body. Their tongues entwined, and he could taste remnants of the sour sweetness of her margaritas, but it was overpowered by a taste that was purely Renae. There was nothing like it.
    He pulled back and led her by the hand to room 153, slid the card into the slot and opened the door. Renae walked inside hesitantly at first, and turned to him, her cheeks flushed red, eyes glassy with desire. He took her in his arms again, unwilling to let her go.
    “Are you sure?” God, he wanted this, and didn’t want her to regret it. His conscience was saying it was a mistake to start a relationship this way, but the devil inside told him this was what she wanted.
    She nodded, and his mouth crashed down on hers, trying to wipe the fear from her eyes, as he pushed her body against the wall to the bathroom. Their tongues fused in a sultry dance, and Jason was struck with a need to be her everything. Suddenly, with Renae in his arms, open and trusting, he realized what life was all about. He wanted to spend more time with her, making her feel, erasing all her fears.
    But first, he was going to make her explode.
    The innocence her movements exuded told him