A Night to Remember, Part II...

If you missed part one, you can read it here.

The laughter in his eyes turned to lust as the door clicked quietly shut behind them.   “Make yourself comfortable darlin’” he told her as he moved past her.  His fingers grazed her bare arm as he went, raising goose bumps as his touch fluttered across her skin. 

Setting her purse on the table, Stephanie looked around the room that was surprisingly similar to her own.  She had expected something more opulent maybe? 

She turned as the quiet music floated around her, finding Richie standing just a step away from her.  “Nice room.”

He shrugged, “it’s a place to hang my hat while I’m here.”  He held out his hand, “come here.”

Stepping toward him, she put her hand in his and just like that she was swept into a gentle embrace.  They drifted in a slow dance that moved them in a lazy circle.  The nerves she thought she’d have with him, knowing what was going to happen, weren’t there.  She only felt a longing for him low in her belly, a need like she hadn’t felt in much too long.  She slid her hand up from his bicep to his shoulder, thrilled at the strength she found there.  “You’ve been working out.”

He nodded as he dipped his head.  His lips caressed her jaw, sliding up to her ear.  “It’s something to do during the downtime.”   His long fingers tangled in the ends of her hair, tugging her head back gently.  He sipped along the elegant line of her neck, her scent, musk and anticipation, made him want to rush to the finish.  Her soft purrs and sighs, the real honest to god reaction that he hadn’t gotten from a woman in much too long, had him digging for the control to slow things down.

Breathing deep he brushed his lips along her jaw and up, across her forehead.  His hands slid up her sides, thumbs brushing the heavy curve of her breast.  At her sharp gasp he changed direction, his hands settling on her waist.  His fingers teasing the soft skin of her lower back. 

He hadn't figured her for an easy mark.  The short time they had spent talking down in the bar had assured him she wasn't.  He had gotten the impression that, like him, she was interested in a little companionship, someone to carry on a conversation with, get physical with; someone to fill up the long, lonely hours til morning.  He had gotten the sense that she was maybe a little lost and alone like he himself sometimes was.  Dipping his head his lips found hers.  "You sure about this darlin'?"

The heat, the jolt of his lips on hers spread through her like a wildfire.  Was she sure?  Hell no.  This had to be the craziest thing she had ever done.  But dammit, she hadn't been with a man in nearly a year and she felt the need for him in every nook and corner of her body.  It was long past time she got naked with someone again.  She was going to do this and not be sorry about it tomorrow.  Her lips brushed his.  "Oh yes."

His mouth moved over hers, insistent, hungry.  He growled low when her mouth opened, inviting him in.  Angling his head his tongue swept inside, tasting, exploring.  Her flavor was crisp and sweet, as intoxicating as the wine she'd drunk earlier.  The heat between them grew as the kiss went on, pushing him forward, moving them both toward the bed.

The backs of her knees hit the bed and she fell back, pulling Richie with her, their mouths never parting.  He rolled, pulling her half on top of him, his hands sliding her shirt up.  He pulled his mouth from hers long enough to drag the shirt over her head.  Before he could get his mouth back on hers, he felt her hands on him, pushing at his shirt.  He took over the task, tossing it to the floor.  Her small, warm hands felt like heaven.  It had been a long time since he had enjoyed the touch of a woman.  His mouth sought out hers again, needing her taste once more.

His lips traveled her cheek, down her neck.  Rolling to his side he pressed her back on the bed so he could just look at her.  Her skin was golden from the sun and there was a light dusting of freckles across her toned shoulders.  He traced a path across her collarbone, lightly circling the hollow of her neck, traveling over the swell of her breasts that threatened to spill over the creamy cups of her bra.  She was all soft skin and supple curves and he couldn't wait to lose himself in every bit of her.  "You are so beautiful Stephanie."  Lowering his head his mouth moved over her, tasting his way across her chest, popping open the front of her bra with his teeth.

Picking her head up she watched him as he moved, sucking in a breath when her bra popped open.  Her head thunked back on the bed when his lips grazed the soft curve and he circled a stiffened nipple with his tongue.  Her hips rocked up to meet his in response to every tug of his lips.  He was hard as a rock.  Sliding a hand between them she managed to open his pants and slip her hand inside.  He was big.  She stroked him lightly, secretly thrilled that, from the feel of things, every rumor, every story she had ever heard about him seemed to be true. 

Feeling his fingers at the button of her jeans she raised her hips so he could get them over her hips.  Closing her eyes she thanked the stars that she had finally shed that last stubborn ten pounds.  Being naked with a man was one thing, but when that man was Richie Sambora, it was entirely different.  His hands were moving again, leaving a trail of fire everywhere he touched.  His fingers found the scar that rode low on her abdomen.  "What happened here darlin'?

She raised her head looking from his fingers to his face.  "Appendectomy when I was 12."  

He traced it with his tongue.  "Poor baby."

"Oh God" she moaned when he did it again.

Hooking his fingers in the lace edge of her panties he slid them away, finding a flower of freckles at her hip and a tiny patch of dark hair shielding her from him.  His mouth traveled slowly over her skin, savoring her taste, exploring every glorious inch of her.  Parting her lovely thighs she blossomed like a flower for him, her sweet nectar there for the taking.  His tongue swept over her, lingering on the bud of nerves that had her muscles shuddering around him. 

"God Richie" she moaned as his mouth pushed her toward the peak.  When his tongue slipped inside, spots danced in front of her eyes.  When he worried her clit again her world exploded and the scream was ripped from her throat.  

Scrambling to stand, he dug for a condom and shucked his pants.  Protecting them both he slipped back between those delicious thighs, pressing into her in one slow, steady thrust.  He had to close his eyes and dig deep for control.  Christ she felt so damn good, as if she had been made just for him.  Bracing his weight on his elbows, he moved his hips slightly, just barely moving in her, savoring her warm, velvety tightness.

She had never before felt so full.  Lifting her legs, she hugged him tightly, letting him slip just a little deeper, sending tremors rushing through her.  Raising her chin, she angled her head and brushed his mouth with hers.

As his tongue delved into her mouth, he moved his hips, drilling her into the bed, sending her screaming into her release, letting her drag him into it with her. 

Finding the energy to move he rolled over and tossed the condom in the trash, rolling back to curl around her.  "Stephanie, darlin', you're so quiet.  Are you all right?"

Grasping the hand that was draped over her middle she turned her head, "I'm just... that was... holy shit Rich.  I can't even think straight right now."

He chuckled, give me a little bit and we can see if I can't make you stop thinking all together."

~

When she opened her eyes daylight was starting to filter through the crack in the drapes.  It was morning and she needed to get back to her room and pack for home.  Silently she slipped from the bed to gather her clothes.  Taking one last longing look at the man stretched out across the bed she pressed a kiss to her fingers and slid them lightly over his cheek.  "Thank you" she whispered.  "I'll never forget."

With the softest of clicks the door shut behind her.  She closed her eyes and leaned back against it for just a moment.  She was sure she would never see him like this again, but he had given her a night she would remember for the rest of her life and for that she would be forever grateful. 

With a small smile she headed to the elevators, reminding herself to call Hath.  

She was going to be so jealous.