“Fine, I don’t remember your name, but I’m in another state with no clothes, no phone, and no memory. Sorry if your name is the last thing I’m concerned about.”
She seemed to consider this for a moment before relenting. “Fair enough. What did you need?”
“The date.”
Sighing, she pulled out her phone and clicked on the screen. “The seventh.”
“The seventh,” I frowned. Shit, I was supposed to be in California in two days for a trial. “I need to get out of here.”
I rinsed the shampoo from my hair and slammed off the water, ripping open the curtain all the way as the woman stood there gaping at me. Stepping out, I snatched the towel out of her hands and wrapped it around my waist.
“Underwear?”
“Huh?”
Her eyes were glued to the droplets of water sliding down my chest. I would have found a reason to care if it weren’t for the fact that I had to get the hell out of here.
I plucked the clothes from her hands and walked past her to her bedroom, searching for a clear surface to set my stuff. God, she had crap everywhere. How did this woman live like this?
“Any luck finding my phone?” I called over my shoulder.
“I haven’t exactly looked.”
“Can you?” Turning, I dropped the towel to the floor and started to pull on the boxers, only to find her eyes glued to me in curiosity.
And that made getting dressed extremely difficult. My cock didn’t know the difference between a stranger and a girlfriend staring at my dick, and the way she was looking at me suggested she was all for revisiting the way we woke up this morning.
“Uh…” She turned away, grabbing clothes off the floor and piling them in her arms. “I didn’t get a chance to look. What kind is it?”
“Um…” I pressed my hand down on my growing dick, trying to form words instead of thinking of the heat in those beautiful brown eyes as she stared at me. Phone. She was asking about myphone. The thing I carried with me at all times to check in with work.
“Well?” she asked, her eyes drifting to my body again as she tried and failed to continue cleaning up.
My cock hardened painfully, and instead of staunching the blood flow to my cock, I ended up gripping the damn thing, stroking it as I watched her eyes skim down my body.
“Well, what?”
“What?”
I sucked in a ragged breath as she bit on her lower lip, sucking it into her mouth as she inspected my every move. I didn’t even realize I was still gripping my cock, still stroking the full length as I watched her. Not until she took a step closer.
That was all it took.
“Fuck it,” I muttered, striding forward and tugging her against my body. My lips found hers instantly, and her fingers slipped down to my cock, wrapping tightly around it.
Groaning, I tore the shirt from her body and tossed it aside, my lips finding hers quickly, desperate for another taste. Something familiar washed over me, but it wasn’t until my hand slid over her nipple, cupping her breast, that a flash of her writhing in ecstasy flashed in my mind.
As much as I wanted to explore that particular memory, I was more interested in reliving it right the fuck now. Spinning her around, I tossed her on the bed and climbed over her, ripping her pants from her body in a desperate need to get to what I most desired.
Her thighs parted for me instantly, begging for me to take her. And those eyes…liquid pools of chocolate melting as I dipped my head between her legs and took my first taste of what was waiting for me.
It was fucking heaven.
Groaning, I got lost in every swipe of my tongue against her pussy, devouring that sweet cream as she writhed under my body as I held her down. Fingers dug into my scalp, scratching as she grabbed at every strand of hair long enough for her to grip.
And it made me fucking hard.
“Fuck, Calista,” I moaned, crawling up her body.