As he slid his hand over my thigh beneath the table, I knew I couldn’t hold this back much longer.

I wanted him. I really did. And I needed to get out of here before my desire got the better of me.

When he had first slid in next to me at the hotel bar, I had almost rolled my eyes – what kind of guy would hit on someone like this, out of nowhere? When they were just trying to relax after a whole day at a business conference? But as soon as I turned to look at him, I felt everything else fall away.

How could it not? He was downright gorgeous.

«Can I get you a drink?» He asked, a smile playing on the corners of his lips.

His jaw was sculpted and smattered with a little stubble, his dark brown eyes flecked with gold that seemed to glitter under the low hotel bar lighting. He was wearing a pale blue shirt that popped against the soft tan on his skin, his eyes not moving from mine as he waited for me to respond.

«I – uh, sure,» I blurted out, before I could stop myself. I had made myself a promise, when I had agreed to take on this trip for work, that I was going to use it to blow off some steam – I had spent so long trying to hide out in my apartment after the messy break-up with my ex, after I’d found out he was cheating on me, but that had been months ago and I needed to step my game up and actually do something.

He was out there living his life, and I needed to do the same with mine, or I was going to lose my mind.

And this guy? Well, this guy might have been just the answer to that question. I bit my lip as he waved over the bartender, ordering for both of us confidently. He had a slight accent, though I couldn’t place where it was from.

Maybe it didn’t matter. I needed to stop overthinking everything for a change, and just let myself relax. I spent so long second-guessing myself over and over again, wondering if there was more I could have done to keep my ex interested, but I needed to accept it hadn’t been my fault. It wasn’t that there was anything wrong with me, he was just an ass who would have always found some kind of excuse to get out of committing to me.

And the way this guy was looking at me, I could tell he didn’t see any of it. None of my insecurity, none of my doubt. Just me.

«I’m Luke,» he introduced himself, slipping his hand into mine. As soon as our skin touched, I felt a jolt of electricity rush from my fingertips to his, as though we were closing an electric circuit.

«Natalie,» I breathed back, trying to bite back my obvious desire. It had been such a long time since I had let myself want someone, let myself be wanted by someone, it almost felt foreign to me. But I wasn’t going to deny myself this, even if it just turned into flirtation and nothing more.

«What are you staying here for?» He asked, and the conversation soon started to flow – we moved from the bar to a booth at the far corner of the room, sinking into the soft leather seats so we could look each other in the eye. I couldn’t help but notice the way his eyes kept darting down to my lips, as though he couldn’t stop thinking of what they might taste like. The want was boiling up in me already, and I didn’t want to make it stop. I had never been the girl who hooked up with random guys, but as long as I was here, in this hotel, I was going to open myself up to the possibility. What harm could it do?

As I sipped on the glass of wine he’d bought for me, I found myself flirting back. Lowering my voice, looking up at him through my lashes, enjoying the way he gazed back at me as though he couldn’t believe he really had me there in front of me.

Beneath the table, I could feel our knees pressing together, and a few moments later, the brush of his fingertips against my bare skin. I caught my breath – a shock of want ran up my thigh and between my legs, lighting something deep inside of me I had tried to keep control of for so long.

«I have a room upstairs,» he murmured to me, as he seemed to register the desire on my face. «Do you want to…?” «Yes,» I blurted out, before I could stop myself. «Yes, I want to.» He grinned, a slightly cocky smile that only served to draw me in even further. I wanted this man. I could feel it stirring inside of me, the feeling of being desired making it hard to think of anything else.

We abandoned our glasses at the table, and he led me to the elevator – as soon as the doors had slid shut behind us, he slid his hands to my waist, and pulled me in against him.

The strength of his body knocked the breath from my lungs for a moment, making it night-on impossible to think straight, but I didn’t care. I wanted this. I craved it, craved him. His eyes traced mine for a moment, as though trying to read my thoughts, before I closed the distance between us and planted my lips against his.

He parted my lips with his tongue at once, and I melted into him, his touch enough to make everything else just vanish at once. I couldn’t control myself, didn’t want to, even if it was possible. As his hands grazed over the small of my back, I arched it to press myself against him, letting him feel every inch of me, even before he stripped me down.

The doors slid open once more and we sprang apart, like a pair of teenagers caught in the act. Nobody was there to catch us, but it didn’t matter – the rush of adrenalin spiked through my system, and I leaned in to kiss him again, tasting the mix of bourbon and want on his lips.

«Take me to your room,» I breathed to him, tipsy on desire and the wine I’d been sipping all evening. He grinned against my mouth, sliding an arm around my waist to guide me down the corridor.

He slid the keycard into the lock behind me and the two of us, still entangled, tumbled over the threshold together. I could already feel his hardness starting to grow beneath his pants, and knowing how much he wanted me sent another shock of arousal through my system. Was this crazy, hooking up with a guy I had just met? Probably. But when it felt as good as this, it was hard to give a damn.

«You’re so beautiful,» he murmured to me, as he brushed his lips along my jaw and down to my neck. The feel of his stubble against my skin made my toes curl in the low heels I’d slipped on that morning, and the scent of his aftershave filled my senses – deep, woody, utterly masculine.

I balled my hands in his hair and brought him around to kiss me again, pulling him eagerly towards the bed. My body was crying out to feel him inside me, to feel him fill me. It was a need, burning deep in my belly, a base desire I couldn’t put out.

We fell on to the bed together, and he pushed my skirt up and over my hips, fingers digging greedily into my thighs and my ass. I moaned against his mouth, pushing myself against him, hooking my ankles behind his back so I could feel him pressing into me properly. Even though his pants, I could tell he was big, and I couldn’t resist pushing my hand down to his cock so I could feel him.

«Fuck,» he growled in my ear, his want in every word that he spoke. Knowing how much he desired me, it was almost dizzying, impossibly erotic. I couldn’t wait any longer.

«I need you,» I pleaded with him, my voice catching at the back of my throat as I tried to get the words out.

«You need me to what?» He asked, teasing.

«I need…» I murmured, trying to find the words. «I need to feel you inside me. Please…»

He didn’t need telling twice. He unzipped his pants and pulled a condom from his pocket, snapping it on quickly before he pushed aside my panties and planted himself at the entrance to my pussy. I bit my lip, looking down at the two of us together, at the way his body seemed poised to take mine. And then, finally, he entered me.

I cried out as I felt his cock fill me for the first time, my pussy spreading to envelop every inch of him as he moved inside me. The sensation, the shock of it, was almost more than I could take, but I gripped on to his shoulders and squeezed my thighs against him, holding him in place until I could get used to the feeling of him in me.

Slowly, surely, he began to move, taking his sweet time, as though he was savoring the feel of me wrapped around his erection. I watched him, watched his face as he reacted to the way it felt, seeing how much he wanted me and how difficult it was for him to hold himself back now he had me right there in front of him. I slid my hand up the back of his beck, pulling him in for another kiss, tasting his tongue as it slid into my mouth just as his cock slid into my pussy.

I was grinding back against him, lifting my hips so I could take him even deeper inside of me. My body was aching to take every inch of him, panties pulled to the side to make way for his cock. His size was almost too much, on the brink of pushing me to more than I could take, but he seemed to know just how to use it to bring me up close to the edge.

He shifted, so that he was grinding against my clit with every thrust, and the added stimulation practically made my eyes roll back into my head. The mesh of sensations coursing through my body seemed to switch my brain off entirely, the only thing that mattered the way that it felt, the pressure against my clit and deep inside of me as he fucked me.

He pushed my legs back a little, driving himself deeper and deeper, and I closed my eyes and let myself get lost to the feeling. I didn’t want to think of anything but how much this man wanted me, how much he seemed intent on pleasuring me.

«I want to feel you come,» he breathed in my ear, his voice laced with a dark, needy want. It was that which took me over the edge, knowing how much he wanted me, more than anything else. I cried out as I felt the orgasm course through me, my pussy clenching around his cock as the waves of pleasure rushed from my scalp all the way through my body. He held himself deep inside of me, as though letting me massage him from the inside out, and a few moments later, as my body spasmed against him, he reached his own release inside of me.

He groaned lowly as he slid out of me, leaving me panting for breath on the bed, my body sheened with sweat and my pussy leaking wetness down the inside of my thighs. I lifted my head, bleary-eyed, as he kneeled up in front of me. And, before I could stop myself, I reached out to grab him and pull him back down on top of me.

«If you think I’m done with you,» I murmured in his ear playfully. «You’ve got another thing coming.»