Paige Tyler: Mr. Right-now

His hotel room was an exact replica of hers, right down to the fireplace and hot tub. It was the king-size bed against the wall that caught and held her attention, however. As she took in the fluffy pillows and white goose down comforter, she pictured herself rolling around on it with Dawson, their naked bodies entwined as they engaged in hot, sweaty sex. Just the idea started a really nice purr between her legs.

“The minibar is probably pretty limited, but I’m sure we can find something,” Dawson said as he tossed his key card on the dresser. “What can I get you?”

Images of her and Dawson still running through her head, Kate turned to face him. She couldn’t believe she was actually going to go through with this. Before she could change her mind, she set her purse down on the bedside table and walked over to loop her arms around his neck. She hadn’t realized how tall he was downstairs, but now she had to tilt her head back to look up at him.

“Maybe we should forget about having a drink and test out the mattress instead,” she suggested softly. “I hear they’re very comfortable.”

Surprise flickered in his eyes for a moment, but he rested his hands lightly on her hips all the same. “Kate Gentry, are you seducing me?”

“I might be,” she admitted. “But only if it’s working.”

He chuckled. “Oh, it’s definitely working.”

She smiled up at him. “Then in that case, I’m definitely seducing you. I figured since we’re both obviously attracted to each other, we should hook up for the weekend.”

She tried to make the words sound casual, but inside, her heart was pounding like crazy. She didn’t know if it was from excitement or nerves, though. Maybe it was a little of both. She’d never actually seduced a man like this. And the words “hook up for the weekend” had certainly never, ever come out of her mouth before.

He lifted a brow. “Hook up? As in casual sex, no strings attached?”

Clearly he was way more familiar with this type of thing than she was. She nodded. “Exactly. Once the weekend is over, we get on the ferry and go our separate ways. No muss, no fuss.”

He pulled her closer, his mouth curving into a sexy grin. “That works for me.”

She should have tried this whole seduction thing long before this. She was better at it than she’d thought. Kate didn’t reply, but instead leaned in and kissed him.

Dawson ’s mouth was gentle, his tongue slow dancing deliciously with hers. He deepened the kiss with a groan, one hand sliding in her long hair to tilt her head back so he could completely take possession of her mouth. She sighed and melted against him, her hand wrapping around the nape of his neck.

His hard cock pressed against her tummy, evidence of his arousal, and her pussy quivered with desire. God, this was going to be so good.

She dragged her mouth away from his to look up at him. Gaze locked with his, she put her hands on his chest and urged him back onto the bed with a firm little push. He went without protest, the corner of his mouth curving into a smile.

Without a word, Kate reached behind her and unzipped her dress. Rather than pushing it down right away, though, she slowly let it slide over her breasts, then took her time wiggling it over her hips. She’d never done anything as sexy as a striptease for a man before, but as Dawson ’s hot gaze followed her every move, she decided she liked it. She felt empowered, like she had permission to do things she wouldn’t normally do. Probably because she had no expectations where Dawson was concerned. The weekend was just about having fun and some seriously hot sex with a gorgeous guy. She didn’t have to worry about whether he would respect her in the morning.

Dawson ’s gaze caressed her from head to toe, lingering on her satin-covered breasts for a moment before moving over her skimpy panties and long legs. Squeezing her legs together to ease the sudden throbbing in her pussy, Kate bent to slip off her high-heeled sandals.

“Leave them on,” Dawson commanded softly.

Kate hesitated for a moment, but then straightened. She could do that. It made her feel like one of those models from Victoria ’s Secret.

Stepping over her dress, she slowly made her way to him, careful to add a little extra wiggle to her walk. Positioning herself between his legs, she slid her hand in his silky, dark hair and bent to kiss him. This time, she was the one in charge and she plunged her tongue into his mouth to take possession of his.

Dawson cupped her ass cheeks in his hands, giving them a firm squeeze through her panties as he kissed her back. Kate murmured her approval against his mouth. She loved it when a guy paid attention to her ass.

Dragging his mouth away from hers, he trailed hot kisses along the curve of her jaw and down her neck. His breath was warm and moist on her skin, and she shivered, clutching at his shoulders to steady herself. Dear God, if his mouth felt this good on her neck, she couldn’t wait to see what it felt like on other, even more sensitive parts of her body.

As if reading her mind, Dawson moved lower to press a kiss to the top of her breasts. Beneath her bra, her nipples hardened, straining at the satin covering them, and she let out a husky moan. She twisted her fingers more tightly in his hair and guided his mouth where she wanted it to go. He let her take charge, moving his lips and tongue over the slope of her breast, then dipping into her cleavage.

She closed her eyes and let out a sigh. She liked the sensation of being in control. It was a new experience for her.

Eager to continue to explore her newfound assertive side, Kate gently pulled his head away and gazed down at him with a wicked smile. “You’re way too overdressed.”

His mouth quirked. “We should do something about that then.”

Her smile widened. “I will.”

As she reached out to unbutton his shirt, she had to resist the urge to tear it open and send buttons flying everywhere. But undoing them slowly was just as much fun. Kind of like unwrapping a Christmas present.

Dawson leaned back on his elbows as his shirt parted to reveal a smooth, muscular chest and washboard stomach. She caught her breath at the sight. She’d seen some nice abs before, but his were positively lickable.

Kate caught her lower lip between her teeth, her gaze roaming over his bare chest. Did she dare?

Bending over, she shoved his shirt off his shoulders, then wrapped her hands around his muscular arms and slowly kissed her way down his chest. She paid special attention to his nipples as she went, teasingly flicking her tongue over them before taking each one in her mouth and gently suckling on the stiff little peaks. He let out a husky groan that made heat pool between her legs.

She moved lower, alternately kissing and nibbling her way down his rock-hard abs until she came to his bellybutton. Once there, she hesitated. She went out with a lot of guys in her search for Mr. Right, but she’d never done anything as bold as undo their belt and take off their pants. She was used to being more passive, figuring that was what men liked in a potential wife. But this weekend wasn’t about acting shy or demure. It was about letting herself go and just enjoying some hot, steamy sex.

Kate lifted her gaze to find Dawson regarding her expectantly. Lips curving into a slow smile, she gave him a seductive look as she ran her hands down his chest. Grabbing his belt, she roughly tugged it open, then slowly lowered the zipper on his khaki pants. When he lifted his hips so she could take them off, her eyes went a little wide at the sizeable bulge in his boxer briefs. Apparently, he was well built everywhere. This weekend was looking better and better by the second. Yanking his pants the rest of the way off, she playfully tossed them across the room. He wasn’t going to need them for a while.