Bait: The Wake Series, Book One(7)

Just enough.

Be the ball. Or, rather, be the bat that they wanted to give a swing with later.

So, I had no choice but to wait and hope. If she approached me I wouldn’t be able to resist her, and I was damn close to breaking my own rule before she came over.

Then she did and I was screwed. I was hers.



Then my phone vibrated and Honeybee was on the screen. I couldn't believe that she actually wanted me, too. I'd got hard just from the text message.

Even if it was for one night, I'd be the luckiest son-of-a-bitch on the planet.

I stood and yelled a good night at Nate. He was a good dude. I met him a few years before at a beer swap and we'd been buds ever since. It didn't hurt that HLS was his family's bar and I'd recently negotiated a deal where they kept my beer—well my boss's beer technically—on tap.

I walked across the street into the Ashcroft Hotel looking back at her text.

Honeybee: Rm 315

I didn't bother with the elevators and made my way for the staircase that led straight up to the second floor from the large, open lobby.

It didn't take me any time to find the second staircase and then, just as fast, I was on the third floor outside of her door. I felt weird knocking, so I text her back.

Me: I'm here – Cocky

I heard her phone chirp on the other side of the door and then I heard her laugh. A real no-one-can-hear-me laugh. It was so f*cking hot and if I thought my cock couldn't get any harder, I was wrong. Blake opened the door and I almost died. She had on a hotel robe and her hair was freshly washed. She'd taken a shower.

She was fast. I liked that, too. Shit I liked everything about that girl.

“I know this looks pretty cliché, but the airport lost all of my luggage today and I felt so damn filthy from traveling and the rain...” she rambled.

Thank God for airports.

Thank God for rain.

Thank God for terrycloth hotel robes.

Thank God my knees didn't buckle.

I told you. Luckiest f*cking bastard on the planet. That was me. I didn't know what to say. Every time I thought the rug was going to be pulled out, the night kept getting better.

“You're perfect.” She was. She looked like she was probably twenty-three or -four and I tell you what, that body was out of control. A criminal ass. Perfect sized breasts. I wanted to get lost in her for the next few hours, at least.

“Can I come in?” I was the one who sounded cheesy and cliché, but my dick wasn't sharing any of my blood supply with my brain.

“Yes. If you still want to.” Blake turned, walked to the bathroom and flicked off the light, not stopping before she got to the bed. “I thought about what you said earlier. The thing about always wondering what we'd be like? I'd wonder that, too.”

Her voice sounded so confident, but her body read otherwise. One of her bare feet slid behind the calf of her other leg and methodically rubbed up and down. There was something like nervousness in her posture.

It was bittersweet. I liked watching her squirm but hated that she second-guessed herself. So, I did what felt only natural and went to her. I had every intention of rushing her body and knocking it straight to the bed, but when I got to her I couldn't.

Instead, I touched the damp hair that lay across her shoulder and pushed it out of the way. It was then I understood why women loved romantic, vampire shit. Because her neck was so goddamned sexy. Seeing her peach-colored velvet skin, that peeked out above the large robe, made me want to cover every inch of it with my mouth.

I looked at her one more time to be sure she wasn't too nervous. The tip of her nose was flushed pink and her big brown eyes showed her trepidation and desire. I registered it and it was the only sign I needed. No one wanted to be the guy the girl regretted. I wanted to be the guy she couldn't get enough of. The one she never forgot.

I wanted to raise the bar for which every other man was measured against.

As gently as I could I lowered my mouth to her neck. And as I softly as I kissed her lovely skin, she sighed and brought hands to my chest. That taste of her skin was my first hit of Blake. My mouth watered she was so good, but I wanted to know all her flavors, not just her neck.

I knew in those first seconds that I'd never have my fill or run out of places to taste.

I also knew if I didn't get a handle on myself and find some control, my hours with her could easily turn into minutes and I wasn't ready for that yet. I needed to take my time, for the both of us.