I’m excited to announce that Makin’ It Right, Book 1 in my Hotel Rendezvous series, is now available for 99 cents at all vendors. Woot!
Makin’ It Right
Hotel Rendezvous Book 1
by Dalton Diaz
Welcome to the Menger Hotel. Where a Hotel Rendezvous isn’t always as it seems.
High School reunions are supposed to be about seeing how your classmates fared in the real world. For Jenn Bailey, it’s nothing more than good business for her beauty parlor.
Until it means her first love is coming back to town.
Eric Somers is a man on a mission. His biggest regret is not manning up after an embarrassing first time in the sack. Heading back to San Antonio for his ten-year reunion is the perfect opportunity to apologize…and maybe show Jenn Bailey he’d learned a thing or two between the sheets.
The only thing that would feel better would be skin on skin. The chair was wide, and Jenn used it to her advantage by getting onto her knees, kicking off her heels in the process. It didn’t leave her as fully in his lap as before, but she had use of her hands. She went straight for the buttons of his dress shirt.
She’d seen his chest before, had felt every inch of it beneath her fingers. What was revealed with the release of each button was familiar yet different in subtle ways that made her ache to explore further. His breathing became more ragged, and he watched from lowered lids as she finally spread the open halves of his shirt.
His muscles were harder and more defined, his nipples slightly darker, tempting points. He had a bit more hair across his pecs than before, a smattering darker and thicker than that on his head.
This was a man’s chest. One she found very enticing.
The hair below his belly button was thicker and darker now, too. She followed that path with the tip of her finger until halted by his dress pants and belt.
“Oh shit,” he swore under his breath.
Jenn wasn’t sure he was aware he’d said it aloud as he let go of her waist and clutched the sides of the chair. She stopped moving in his lap, needing her concentration. There was so much to explore, and she didn’t want to miss a thing.
She pushed the shirt down to his wrists. “Leave it there,” she demanded before he could let go to remove it.
“Want your dress off,” he grated.
His eyes opened all the way, and he focused on her for a moment, then he closed them again on a groan as she began her exploration, starting at the hollow of his neck. She took her time over every inch, taking special care at his pecs, tracing the veins in his arms, his dark nipples. She loved making the muscles in his chest and arms flex with the varying strength of his grip on the chair. He trembled a few times and quickly brought it under control until she once more circled his bellybutton and traced the trail to his pants.
This time she didn’t stop at his belt buckle. She had it undone in two seconds flat, and he sucked in a sharp breath as she manipulated the button of his slacks.
Then she very carefully lowered his zipper.
“Jenn. Your dress,” he gasped between breaths. “I’m losing it. So pretty. Don’t want to…rip it.”
She looked up to find his eyes on her, the lust in his gaze making all five feet of her feel like a sexual Amazon. With a slow smile, she lowered the hidden zipper at her side and reached down to where the hem was bunched at her hips. Then she drew the dress over her head and tossed it to the floor.
He groaned and met and held her gaze like a lifeline. “I like this. I mean, I really like this, but I don’t know how much longer I can stand it. You have to come first.”
That didn’t make any sense. Unless he thought she wasn’t enjoying what she was doing? He couldn’t be more wrong. “Do you want me to stop?”
“No. God no! Just know that when I reach the end of my rope, I’m going to haul you over to that bed.”
“Well, that sounds good, too, but I am enjoying myself.” She ran her finger over the impressive, cloth-covered ridge that bulged between the open plackets of his slacks. “Honest.”
“Oh fuck.” He looked away for a moment and took several deep breaths. “Please, Jenn. I don’t want to blow it with you again.”
Oh! He’d meant physically come first. The realization brought a warm bloom to her cheeks. She’d been so focused on her own success outside her comfort zone that she’d forgotten they were both trying to rewrite their history.
In his case, she had to come first.
“Understood,” she assured him. “But I want to keep going until the very last second you can stand it.”
He nodded his agreement. “I’m close, Jenn. Really close.”
“I like that. I mean, I really like that,” she said with a grin, throwing his words back at him.