One Night with Sole Regret 01 Try Me (6 page)

“Thanks,” Shade said breathlessly as he hoisted
Nikki off the wall.

“See you tomorrow,” Nikki said and waved at Melanie.
“Force is gonna rock your world.”

Melanie caught her wink just before Shade kicked the
door shut. A loud thud pounded on the inside of the door.

Gabe turned to offer her an apologetic grin. He
rubbed a hand over the back of his head and stared at the carpet.
“Sorry you had to see that. He’s a horny bastard, but he has a good
heart.”

“Where’s your room?” She would never admit it, but
she was disappointed that Gabe wasn’t so turned on by her that he
needed to plow
her
in the hallway.

He diverted his gaze and tilted his chin, but she
saw the smirk on his sensual lips. “In a hurry?”

Apparently he wasn’t.

“You promised me room service.” She wasn’t cold, but
she hugged herself and rubbed her hands up and down both arms. She
still wasn’t sure if he was even interested in continuing what
they’d started. She’d never encountered a man who could go from
full throttle to full stop in three seconds flat. He’d seemed to
want her when they’d first entered the elevator. She’d felt his
excitement pressed against her and still felt the uncomfortable
wetness of her panties. When she’d admitted she wanted him, he’d
pushed her away. What game was he playing anyway? She didn’t have
enough experience with worldly men to figure out how to proceed.
Should she play hard to get, tear her clothes off, or jump him?
Retreat?
She glanced at the elevator, weighing her options.
If she was the one to call this off, it wouldn’t be quite so
devastating to her already wounded ego.

Gabe wrapped an arm around her back and directed her
across the hall. He slipped his keycard into a slot and a tiny
light turned green. “I think I’m gonna have to go back on that
promise, Melanie,” he said and opened the door.

Was he really going to tell her to get lost? Why had
he even brought her here? She glared up at him. “Why? Do you think
it’s funny to—”

He pushed her into the room and closed the door. Her
heart rate kicked up as he gazed at her in the soft lamplight.
There was no mistaking the heat in his appreciative stare. He was
back to full throttle.
Oh, thank God.

“I usually have better control.” He reached for the
hem of her top and pulled it over her head. “But I can’t wait any
longer. If it wasn’t for the security camera in the elevator, I
would have done you right there.” He traced the lacy edge of the
cup of her bra, his gaze riveted on her chest. “When you asked me
to fuck you, I almost came down my leg, Mel. Fuck, I’m hard for
you.”

And she’d thought he was either playing hard to get
or not attracted to her. Her confidence surged. “Take off your
pants, Gabe.” She flipped on an overhead light with the wall
switch. “I want to get a good look at that tattoo.”

He grinned and stripped off his shirt. She could
stare at him shirtless for an eon and never tire of the sight of
his toned body. He was beautiful.

Two tattoos decorated his chest. The one on the
right was an amazingly realistic image of a gray wolf. The one on
his left pec was an equally realistic image of a cougar. Melanie’s
gaze slowly made its way down firm pecs, over chiseled abs, to rest
on one sexy ridge at his hip. Again the hint of his tattoo above
the waistband of his low-slung jeans caught her attention. Again
she couldn’t fathom what it was. She reached for his belt. He
caught her hand.

“Maybe you should familiarize yourself with the ink
on my back first. The one on my hip might be too much for you to
handle.”

She chuckled. “Oh really?”

“There’s no way to show it to you and keep my cock
in my pants.”

She snorted with amusement. “Oh no, I definitely
wouldn’t want that.”

Gabe turned slowly and faced the wall. When the
gorgeous phoenix tattooed over the entire surface of his back came
into view, Melanie’s breath caught. Wow. The work was stunning. The
skin it decorated, irresistible. Melanie approached him, splaying
her hands over his enticing flesh. She didn’t know what she
expected tattooed skin to feel like. To find that it was as warm
and smooth as regular skin surprised her. Gabe’s muscles twitched
beneath her palms; an excited rasp laced each rapid breath. The
scent of his body beckoned her and she stepped close, inhaling
deeply. Her tongue begged to sample his flesh, to determine if he
tasted as good as he smelled.

“I love it,” she said. “The details in the feathers
are amazing.” She took a closer look. “The eyes look so realistic.
Why a phoenix?”

“It’s a symbol of my rebirth,” he told her. “From
the man that everyone wanted me to be into the one I was meant to
be.”

She pressed her lips to a shoulder blade decorated
by an extended wing inked in red, orange, yellow, and black. “Nice
choice,” she said. She drew her tongue over his skin.

“Thanks, I had it custom drawn.”

“Not the tattoo,” she said, “though it is beautiful.
Nice choice on choosing the man you were meant to be.”

Melanie slid both hands around his body to stroke
his chest. She couldn’t detect his ink by touch, but when her
fingertip brushed the barbell piercing his nipple, a surge of
liquid heat converged between her thighs. Engulfed by desire,
Melanie pressed her lips to his spine and rubbed the bit of metal
in a gentle circle with her thumb. She wondered what it would feel
like to have her nipple pierced and Gabe’s lips tugging at it.
Would she be able to feel that pull inside and out? Her breasts
suddenly heavy and aching, she crushed them into his back and ran
her hands down his lean, hard stomach.

“So you’re no longer lusting over the awkward band
geek with braces?” he asked.

Unable to resist the temptation, she pushed her hand
into his front pocket and shifted his cock in her palm. So long and
hard and
huge
. Her pussy throbbed with longing. “I don’t
know. Was that guy as well hung as you are?”

His breath caught and his abs tightened beneath her
other exploring hand. She trailed kisses over his back while gently
stroking his cock through the soft cotton of his pocket lining.

“Yeah, but he didn’t know how to use it.” He grabbed
her wrist and pulled her hand out of his pocket before turning to
face her. “Fortunately, I do.”

As his heated gaze roamed her chest, her smart
remark died on her tongue. His hand moved to her back to unfasten
her bra with practiced ease. He removed the bit of pink lace and
underwire and dropped it on the floor. “Beautiful,” he murmured.
His fingertips brushed over her taut nipples, and her back arched
involuntarily. Gabe’s hands slid down her belly and unfastened her
belt. The button of her fly popped free. He tugged her zipper down,
inch by inch.

Slowly.

Slowly.

Too fucking slowly.

She was on fire.

Melanie reached for his belt. She unfastened it and
opened his fly. Before he could stop her, she jerked his pants down
his thighs to reveal the tattoo on his hip. She squatted in front
of him for a closer inspection—
a lion?
—but found the
gorgeous hard cock in front of her far more interesting than any
artistic design. Veins bulged beneath the darkened skin of his
dick. The tip curved upward pleasingly. Its swollen head glistened
with a hint of pre-cum. Melanie’s tongue darted out to sample a
taste of him and Gabe groaned in torment. Smiling at his response,
Melanie pressed her palm against his hip and used her other hand to
direct his cock into her mouth. She rubbed her tongue against the
thick ridge on the underside. Sucking hard, she pulled back until
her lips bumped over the crown of its head, before surging forward
to take him deep within her mouth.

Gabe drew a sharp breath through his teeth.
“Melanie . . . Wait.”

She tilted her head back to look up at him. He
stroked her hair from her face with one hand.

“Don’t get me anymore worked up than I already am; I
have surprises for you.” He glanced over his shoulder into the
suite. “In my luggage.”

She tugged her head back, releasing him from the
tight suction of her mouth. “What kind of surprises?”

“I’ll show you. Just . . . if
you keep doing that, I’m gonna come and then I’ll probably fall
asleep afterward.”

She stared up at him in disbelief. “I’ve never known
a guy to turn down oral sex before.”

“At least let me reciprocate.”

He wrapped both arms around her, pressing her bare
breasts firmly into his chest. The piercing in his nipple rubbed
against her areola, and she thought she’d explode with lust. That
forbidden piece of jewelry made her feel so naughty. So reckless.
He
made her feel that way. She loved all the unconventional
things about him. She was starting to see why Nikki was so
attracted to bad boys.

Belly-to-belly, Gabe walked her backward into the
large open living area of the suite. When she turned her head to
take in the lushly decorated room, he paused. She looked up at him
in question and he caught her mouth in a deep kiss. Melanie wrapped
her arms around his neck and kissed him in return, making no
protest when he pushed her jeans down over her hips. He grabbed her
ass in both large hands and pressed her more securely against him,
his thick cock prodding her in the belly.

He started moving her backward again. This time he
didn’t stop until her legs came in contact with the bed. He eased
her down onto the mattress, still kissing her. When he had her
where he wanted her, he lifted his weight onto his hands, tugged
his mouth free of her eager lips, and stared down at her.

“Your pants are in my way,” he murmured.

She tried to struggle out of them—they were in her
way as well—but their bellies were plastered together and he had
her jeans trapped against the edge of the bed with his lower
body.

“Don’t rush,” he said. “I want to look at you
first.”

He shifted away and climbed to his feet, leaving her
alone and disoriented with her legs dangling off the bed. He
grabbed her jeans and pulled them off in one tug. He left her
panties and her high-heeled sandals in place. She squirmed toward
the middle of the bed, using her elbows and heels to propel herself
across the mattress. He seized one ankle just above the strap of
her shoe, and she stopped.

“Show me how you like it,” he said.

“What?”

“I couldn’t tell if you like it gentle or rough, so
show me.”

“How am I supposed to show you?”

“Touch your breasts.”

“Gabe, I’d like anythi—”

The look he gave her threatened to melt her panties
right off her body. “Show me, Mel.”

She flopped onto her back and grabbed her breasts in
both hands. Wasn’t the entire purpose of having a partner to get
her off so
she
didn’t have to do it herself? She plucked at
her nipples until they were sufficiently hard and then dropped her
hands.

“Satisfied?”

He chuckled. “Not even. Take off your panties.”

“Gabe . . . ”

“Take them off.”

She huffed and reached for her panties, jerking them
off over her butt.

“Not like that.” He leaned across the bed and
covered her hands with his to slow her motions into a leisurely,
deliberate tease. “Look at me while you slip them off,” he said.
“So I can’t decide if I want to stare into your eyes or catch my
first glimpse of your swollen pussy. Is it wet?”

“Dripping.”

His gaze shifted down her body and he shuddered, his
teeth worrying his bottom lip as if he was restraining it from
seeking the heated flesh between her thighs.

How decidedly delicious that Gabe was telling her
what he liked, telling her in the same way he’d asked her to tell
him. She’d never been with a man who gave instructions, and she’d
never bluntly told a lover exactly what she wanted from him in bed,
but maybe with Gabe it wouldn’t be awkward. Maybe for once she
wouldn’t have to fake her orgasm.

“I understand,” she whispered. “I’ll follow your
instructions.”

Their eyes met, and she tried to hold his gaze as
she slowly worked her panties down her legs. He glanced down to
check her progress and took a stuttering breath before returning
his gaze to her eyes.

“That’s sexy,” he whispered. “I want to look at your
body, but denying myself makes me want you more.”

She tugged her panties past her knees and wriggled
to open her thighs, to bathe her heated flesh in the cool room
air.

He inhaled deeply and then grabbed his thick cock in
one hand. “Fuck,” he said breathlessly, “your scent is driving me
insane.” He stroked his length slowly from base to tip. “Tell me
what you like, baby. I want to please you.”

Melanie closed her eyes. It made it easier to talk
to him. “I liked it when you were gentle with one breast and rough
with the other. It made me hot. Can you do it both ways at the same
time?”

She cracked an eyelid open to see if he’d been
paying attention. His gorgeous smile made an appearance.

“What else makes you hot?”

You asking what makes me hot makes me hot.

She slowly slipped her panties off one foot and
spread her legs wide. Trembling with a mixture of nervousness and
excitement, she held herself open with one hand and traced the
inner folds of her pussy with two fingers of her other hand. He
watched her motion with his bottom lip trapped between his teeth,
his breathing harsh and raged.

“I like a man to stroke my lips until I’m dripping
wet and I feel I’m going to die if he doesn’t fuck me soon. Even if
I’m begging for him, he just keeps teasing and teasing until I
don’t think he’ll ever give me what I want. Then he slips a finger
inside me.” She traced her opening with her fingertip. Dipped the
tip of her finger inside. Her pussy clenched, trying to draw it
deeper within. “He keeps it buried deep while he strokes my clit.”
She slowly drew her finger to her clit and then rubbed it in
circles. Pulsations of pleasure radiated from her core, begging for
a more rigorous touch. Faster strokes. She denied herself the
relief of a quick orgasm, keeping her motions deliberately slow and
gentle. The mesmerized way Gabe watched her motions, while matching
her pace as he stroked his length, spiked her lust into the
stratosphere. She’d never been more turned on in her life and he’d
scarcely touched her.