She shuddered, blinking rapidly. Then she jerked her head back and forth, refusing to give in. “No,” she insisted on a husky whisper. “Por favor.”
Disappointment filled me, but I hadn’t really expected her to do anything differently.
“Well, whoever you are,” I murmured, dropping my arm from the door before I stepped back and even opened it for her to leave. “It was very nice to meet you. I hope to find you naked again in my shower. Preferably soon.”
“Tha...” Her eyes wide with shock, she suddenly shook her head and sputtered disjointed sounds before gasping, “Adiós,” and escaping through the door. She fled into the hall, grabbing the door from me so she could slam it shut behind her.
Once I was alone in the room, I ran my hand through my hair and twirled in a slow circle, trying to make sense of what had just happened. This urge to race after her enveloped me, but what the hell would I do if I actually caught her? She had refused to give me her name, and it wasn’t like we could actually have a conversation, so there was no way I was going to find out how she’d really gotten into my room or why she’d been there.
And tossing her over my shoulder so I could drag her back to my bed and fuck her senseless was probably a bad idea.
Maybe if she’d left something behind I could snag it up and have a reason to track her down, return her items to her, so I could...what? Bask in her presence a few seconds longer?
Lame as that idea was, it was the only one I had, so I hurried into the bathroom, praying to find panties or hell, anything, to give back to her.
But I found nothing. The small room was still misty and the occasional droplet of water dripped from the showerhead, reminding me how recently she’d been naked in here. It smelled like Remy’s soap, but I didn’t even care.
A vision of shower girl filled my head and before I knew it, I was stripping off my clothes and stepping into the same place she’d just stood naked. I imagined her still here, wet and gorgeous. As I turned on the water full blast, I pinned her to the wall in my mind’s eye. Gripping myself, I wondered what it would’ve felt like to push inside her, feel the warm give of her flesh wrap around me, suck her breasts into my mouth and drive my hips repeatedly between her wide open thighs.
“God.” I picked up the pace, practically jerking my dick off as the orgasm raced down my spine between my legs, tightened my nutsack and then shot out the end of my cock. I bowed my head and pressed one hand against the wall, stroking myself to completion.
But as the relief of satisfying myself began, so did the self-disgust. I was so pathetic, jacking off alone in a shower merely after seeing a pretty girl. I needed sex so bad I was probably going to wank myself blind soon.
I should’ve never turned Monique down last night. What the hell was I waiting for, anyway? So what if a woman wasn’t my soul mate; a couple intimate minutes with a complete stranger had to be better than nothing, because right now, I had nothing.
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit.
I couldn’t believe I’d been stupid enough to let him catch me in the shower. But he’d just barely left to get food, and even as tired as I was, I knew that had to be my last opportunity to take a shower before we left, so I’d leapt out of bed and tried to hurry, except, damn it, he’d caught me.
And then I’d gone and used my slutty se?orita voice on him.
Jodi would be so proud.
I, on the other hand, was horrified.
But he hadn’t pieced the truth together, and when he asked me who I was, the Spanish just came pouring out because I knew he wouldn’t understand me. I had told him that I hated lying to him, but someday I was sure he’d know the truth, just not right at that moment while I was naked in a shower and he was staring at me as if he found me attractive.
And then he went and admitted he found me attractive.
I almost melted right then.
Asher thought girl-me was hot. That was just so...amazing. Not only that, but he’d flirted with me. Freaking-fracking flirted...with me!
I’d never seen him so bold or engaging with any female before. Ever.
But then…he had once admitted to me he liked to be the pursuer, hadn’t he, and I’d definitely retreated enough to heat the predator in him. Not intentionally. At the time, I’d just wanted to flee, but damn, watching him on the hunt was erotic as hell.
Rocking a whole boatload of nerves and fear and excitement, I raced along the halls of the hotel in nothing but a towel, my mask and sleep clothes clutched to my chest until I found a public bathroom at the end of the hall. Darting inside, I dropped the heap I’d been carrying on the floor at my feet. Good thing I’d been naked when he walked in on me; it had successfully distracted him enough that he hadn’t noticed Sticks’s wig-mask sitting pretty as you please on the bathroom vanity.