A Game Of Temptation

His teeth flashed white on a grin-that almost had me coming-and his head fell forward. Before I knew it, he had sealed his lips over mine in a kiss.Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

A kiss that topped all other kisses.

His mouth moved against mine, his hand sliding down from my face to grip my waist, his fingers, digging into my flesh. He slanted his mouth over mine and his other hand left the wall to angle my head exactly how he wanted it. Just the way he needed it.

I moaned into his mouth and met the ferociousness of his kiss, a kiss filled with hunger, passion and unequaled lust. I dragged my tongue along the roof of his mouth-it drove guys crazy whenever I did that-and he groaned long and low, the sound echoing through my body and then settling on my core. It clenched painfully, hungrily and I shamelessly grounded my hip onto him, trying to alleviate that emptiness.

Since he was far taller than me, I ended up humping his leg and he groaned again, his hands sliding from my waist to my hips to grip me, forcing me to stop moving.

I almost protested out loud. In fact, I was pretty sure I made a sound, except that it was drowned out by the kiss. What was wrong with him? Why was he stopping me?

And why hell was I so out of control?

He ate at my mouth for a few more minutes, not even giving me the chance to come up for air then he broke the kiss, moving to nibble on the side of my mouth, playing with my bottom lip, then the upper one.

The elevator dinged, causing us to pull back. Reluctantly, of course.

His hand was still on my hip, and although he wasn’t digging his fingers into me anymore, he had span them out to reach my ass. From the look in his eyes, he was not ready to remove them anytime soon.

A pin had fallen out of my hair, so stray hair now settled in front of my face. He lifted his hand and pushed them softly behind my ears.

I swallowed. How could one man be so ferocious one moment and then gentle the next?

“Will you come with me to my room?” He asked, still playing with the lock of hair.

Did I want to go with him to his room? Hell yes.

Should I?

I didn’t know him. Didn’t know where he had come from. He had only stepped into the elevator with me and I felt an attraction to him that I had never before felt in my entire life.

But didn’t I prefer sex with strangers? The lesser they knew about me, and I, them, the better it was for me. Why not just embrace tonight with this sexy stranger and then forget all about him tomorrow?

I didn’t even live in this part of the city, had only come here because it was the location of the wedding. So if he lived here, the chances of us seeing each other again was slim as hell.

“Laura?” He asked again, dragging my eyes to his molten green ones. The heat in his eyes was so palpable, it had me shivering. And when he saw it, his eyes darkened anew.

I had never wanted a man as much as I wanted him. Was I seriously thinking about it? Who knew when I would be able to dig a man as much as I did him?

So with a nod, I said, “Yes.”

He led the way out of the elevator with his hand on my waist. His room was on the same floor as mine. Looking at the outcome of things now, I shouldn’t have booked the hotel room. But it was not like I had any way of knowing that I was going to meet the hottest man in existence and that he was going to ask me to spend the night with him.

Plus, if I hadn’t come to the hotel in the first place, then I wouldn’t have seen him. So, no regrets were allowed. Just that the room wouldn’t be occupied.

We walked down the corridor, then he stopped when we reached a room, number 56, on the left side of the hallway. Mine was number 60, which meant that it was still down the hallway, not that far from his. What would have been the odds of us seeing each other?

If I had actually slept in my room, then I wouldn’t have come out until tomorrow when I wanted to leave. I usually ordered food and everything I needed up to my room, unless it was a necessity that I had to go down. I didn’t have one for the night, which meant that there was no chance that I would have run into him.

Oddly, I was glad that I had used the elevator at the time that I did.

He swiped his keycard and the door opened. He gestured for me to go in before he did. When I stepped in, the first thing I noticed was that it wasn’t a room-it was a suite. And right now, we were in the living area.

Everything about the suite screamed luxury and it called to the girl inside me that loved luxurious things. The rich draperies, the chandelier, the beautiful kitchen area, and the virtual fire place. Everything was lovely.

The more I took everything in, the more the reality of what I was about to do solidified in my mind. I was about to have sex on my best friends wedding night, at a hotel I was only supposed to be innocently spending the night at. Definitely not hooking up with a stranger.

“Having second thoughts?” The aforementioned stranger called from behind me, in his sexy as sin voice.

In the elevator, I had given him power. I didn’t usually react like that to a man. Granted, this one was extremely hot and pushed my buttons in a way no man ever had, but it didn’t mean that I was going to let myself be someone else with him.

I was going to get my control back. I was going to push some of his buttons too.

Cocking a brow at him, I shoved the thin hands of my dress off my shoulders and the garment gave way, pooling at my feet. I stepped out of them.

His reaction was almost comical. He abruptly held on to the stool beside him, gripping it with so much force that his knuckles turned white. “Fuck.”