“What?” I asked, feeling completely exposed.
“I knew you were beautiful, but nothing could have prepared me for how captivating your body is.”
Every part of me felt electrified as I took in Trace’s chiseled, toned muscles. Add in the fact that he was well hung, and I was a goner.
“I could say the same thing about you.”
He pulled me down onto the floor of his oversized shower, picking up where he’d left off with the massage.
The massage led to kissing. Kissing led to petting. Petting led to foreplay, and before I knew what had happened, I was panting on Trace’s king-sized bed in his arms.
“I promise I wasn’t gunning for that, but hell it was an amazing surprise.” He huffed as he pulled me more into his embrace.
“Now I am completely famished,” I teased, tilting my head up to kiss him again.
“Fuck! The prime rib!” Trace jumped up without putting clothes on and dashed out of the room.
I threw a towel around myself and followed him out onto his patio.
His head hung low as he pulled the charred meat out of his smoker and sighed. “How does pizza sound?”
“Splendid,” I responded, pecking him on the cheek.
“I’m sorry. I just completely lost track of time.”
“I’m not complaining one bit. I promise.” I reassured him as he turned off the smoker and grill.
“I’ll make it up to you.”
“Make it up to me by making me another amazing martini and ordering me a pepperoni and olive pizza.”
We walked back into his room to get dressed before he did exactly what I’d asked, and the rest of the night went perfectly. The drinks flowed right along with our light conversation, and the pizza was superb.
“I think I need to call it a night.” I yawned, realizing it was already eleven and I had another wedding the next day.
“Just stay here. You shouldn’t drive right now anyway.” Trace offered me his hand, pulling me up off of his couch.
“Are you sure? I don’t want to impose.”
“I don’t want to miss out on a night I could spend sleeping next to you,” he admitted, dragging me toward his bedroom.
“If you insist.”