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  “In other words, you cast the net as wide as you can,” Kammille summarized for him. “Smart. You get a lot bigger haul that way.”

  “You know Kammille, if I wasn’t so damned attracted to you, I’d be offended.”

  “Tell me Landon, what could little ole me do to offend big ole you?” she said, in southernese, playing with him.

  “Denying me access to your womanly treasures is a good start. … But you’ll find that I’m a patient – and persistent – man.”

  The waitress returned with the check.

  “The least I can do is leave the tip,” he said.

  “As you told me, no,” Kammille said. “When I pay a bill, I cover the entire cost, which includes leaving the tip. That’s my personal policy, Mr. Shaw,” she winked at him. “But thank you for offering.” She picked up the pen and added a generous tip to the processed bill.

  “Night cap?” he inquired as the waitress took the check away.

  “This place is closing up,” she responded, looking around the almost-empty restaurant. Had it really been almost three hours that they’d been dining?

  “I know. They close at 10. I wasn’t talking about here. I know a little jazz bar over on Lincoln. They’re just getting started.”

  “I don’t know,” Kammille said. “It’s been a long day, and I’m kind of tired.”

  “Although it is with deep regret that I won’t have the pleasure of your company any longer, let me at least see you to your room.”

  “Oh no you don’t, mister!” she teased. “Besides, I don’t even have to go outside. I’m staying right here in the hotel.”

  “Don’t you watch shows like Law & Order?” he chastised with a grin. “A lot of crime happens in hotels, especially to beautiful, unescorted young women. And all I’m offering by the way is to see you to your door. I’m staying here too. What floor are you on?”

  “Top floor,” Kammille said. And indeed, she did watch crime shows like Law & Order -- loved them, in fact. He did have a point … and it would be nice to have an escort to her door.

  Kammille had travelled extensively by herself and often envied the carefree attitude of the opposite sex. They just had no idea how vulnerable you can feel as a woman, even in what are supposedly safe places like secured parking lots, hotel hallways, public restrooms. Thanks to shows like Criminal Minds and Law & Order, she knew that possible danger lurked everywhere. She wasn’t the scary type, but as a woman, she was always on guard when she travelled. With Landon by her side, she wouldn’t have a care in the world, and she found that she quite enjoyed his company.

  “That means you’re my roomie … my floor roomie,” he said at her confused look. “There are only two suites on that floor. I’m in the other one.”

  “Then by all means, lead the way floor roomie,” Kammille said.

  ###

  “So here we are Kammille with a K, two M’s and two L’s.”

  She looked at him, surprised.

  “I saw the unusual spelling of your name while you were filling in the tip information,” he explained. Very unusual spelling, for a very unusual woman,” he said, dropping his voice an octave or two.

  “You’re very observant,” Kammille said, all of a sudden shy as they stood in front of the door to her suite.

  “Yes. I am. It’s my job. And right now, what I’m observing is something I want very, very much. You are so beautiful Kammille with a K, two M’s and two L’s,” he said, putting one hand above her head on the wall beside the door and she leaned back against it.

  In spite of her automatic resistance to everything she was sure he was, his warm breath on her face cracked her resistance. Kammille licked her lips, bringing his attention to the lushness there.

  “You know, I was serious when I told you earlier that I looked for you in baggage claim. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since I laid eyes on you today. I don’t believe in coincidences. I knew it the moment I saw you tonight that I was proven right.”

  Kammille didn’t believe in coincidences either. She thought about her meeting with Liza in that bar years ago. It was definitely fate. Could this be some form of fate at work in this instance? Her resistance fractured a bit more.

  “I’m going to kiss you,” Landon forewarned, his strong, warm hand cupping her right jawline. “Resist me if you must,” he said, those penetrating grey eyes disturbingly close to hers, “but I could never live with myself if I didn’t at least try.”

  Before she could even begin to formulate how to control her ragged breathing, or still the blood coursing throughout her body, his exceedingly soft lips commandeered hers. It truly was like a proverbial match to a flame. It had been over a year since she had been kissed. And it felt so good. And he was so good at it.

  Kammille wrapped her arms around his waist, feeling the hardness of his cord-like strength as he pulled her to him, deepening the kiss. The force of what was building within her was crippling … crippling her ability to think, to form a cohesive thought, to resist … even a little. Shards of desire, passion, longing, loving and sheer lust made her forget all of her resolve about ‘men like him’, saving her intimate self for marriage, and her fears of getting hurt. The only thing she felt in his arms was raw, naked need.

  Landon continued to plunder soft, warm mouth, setting off another round of illustrious moans from deep within her. The sound of her purring in his arms was music to his ears.

  Kammille shuddered in complete surrender to the storm of passion he awakened within her, her legs quivering with need as she stood on tiptoe to meet each thrust of his tongue.

  Slowly he lifted his mouth, leaning his full body into her, pinning her against her suite door. Kammille whimpered in throbbing need, her slightly bruised lips still pulsating from his plundering.

  “I want to make love to you Kammille,” he declared, his thumb running over her lips. “Say you want it too,” he almost pleaded.

  Kammille couldn’t think past the blood crashing in her head. She lowered her eyes, knowing that her need was as bare in them as she wanted to be under him.

  “There’s no denying our chemistry Kammille. It’s as natural as breathing, yet so rare. Say you want me to,” he repeated. At her continued silence, he said, “It’s okay.” He put a finger under her chin.

  Kammille found the courage to face him, silently praying that the depth of her desire for him was wasn’t too blatantly evident.

  “Can I see you tomorrow?” he asked.

  Not trusting her voice, she shook her head yes. Her legs felt like jello. He reached for the card key she had in her hand, took it and opened her door. “Sweet dreams pretty lady,” he said, lowering his head for one more kiss. “I’ll pick you up for breakfast around 8 in the morning.”

  “Alright,” was all Kammille could trust herself to say. She closed the door and sagged against it.

  He heard the thump of her body against it. Landon walked the extra 20 feet or so to the door of his suite. He readjusted his swollen manhood, deciding to literally take a cold shower before heading to the little jazz club he’d tried to persuade her to go with him to.

  Landon had severe insomnia; had suffered from it for years. A nice set of cool jazz was just what he needed to quiet his mind so he could hopefully grab his customary four to five hours of sleep.

  ###

  Kammille thumped her pillow with her fist for the hundredth time, unable to fall into a fitful sleep, even though she was bone tired. And she knew exactly why. She needed a good fuck. There was just no other way to put it. And the man she wanted to give it to her was Landon.

  She recalled his hard staff resting against her soft thigh as he slid his tongue in and out of her mouth. Her juices had flowed like molten lava, just like they were doing now. Kammille realized she was unlikely to get any sleep tonight. Tomorrow, she would get in a good, hard workout; that way, she’d be assured of getting some sleep, she assured herself. But in the meantime …

  Since she’d been celibate for a
year, she’d forgotten what hardcore horniness felt like. And although she wasn’t averse to masturbation, she knew that even that wouldn’t do the trick tonight. The only thing that could stop her vagina walls from jumping like they were right now was planted squarely between the legs of the man right down the hall.

  Maybe she should just go get her some, she thought. Kammille instinctively knew that the all-consuming heat that had been stoked in her would not be cooled anytime soon – unless she did something about it.

  “Uggghhh!” she ranted in frustration, punching her pillow, yet again. To get her mind off of her heated center, she, turned on the TV and tried to find a program to immerse herself in. It was just after midnight, and what was on in most hotel rooms? Porn! Kammille groaned. “This shit is not funny!” she said to the invisible entity she felt was visiting this ironic evil on her.

  Against her will, Kammille's gaze got glued to the action on the TV. She muted the sound, the words holding no meaning for her. A big-boobed blond was having the crap fucked out of her by a really good-looking, very well-endowed man. As she leaned over what looked like a kitchen counter, his hands were full of her ass and thighs as his cock slid all the way into her dripping wet vagina. He pumped slowly at first, slapping the woman on her behind as he drove home each long, solid stroke. His tempo increased, making the woman’s breasts bob to a beat of their own.

  The woman lifted her head from the counter as her soaked hole took a pounding from the skillful actor. The woman leaned back, totally lost in the sensations the man’s huge dick was causing her. He rammed into her so hard at one point that she reached back and put a hand into his stomach as if to stave off his next stroke. He reached around and slid a finger up and down her clit, rubbing it back and forth as he began to slow-pump into her again. A look of sheer bliss overcame her features, and the man starts grinding into her hard again, pulling her back against cock as he drove into her over and over and over again.

  Kammille could read the woman's lips. "Yes. Fuck me baby. Oh fuck me baby." Then, "I'm coming! I'm coming! I'm coming!"

  The man grabbed a handful of her hair with one hand and the side of one hip with the other. Then he drove into her, one ... two ... three more times, before exploding in orgasm too.

  A knock on Kammille’s door startled her. She quickly turned the TV off and walked silently to it. There was almost nothing scarier to a single woman than a knock on her door in the middle of the night. It was almost 12:30. Who could it possibly be?

  “Kammille, it’s Landon.”

  She breathed a sigh of relief.

  “I saw your light,” he said as she opened the door. “Is everything ok?”

  Kammille hesitated … just a second.

  Landon’s hackles went up.

  “Are you alright?” he asked, taking her by surprise and pushing the door all the way open, as if he expected someone to be in the room with her.

  “Yes, I’m fine. … I … I just couldn’t sleep that’s all. Why did you push my door open like that?” she said, confused.

  “Just in case someone was hiding behind it and forcing you to say everything was okay. I wanted to hit them with it.”

  Kammille put her hand over her mouth to keep from laughing out loud at his protectiveness. It had been a long time since any man had been so concerned about her. The realization made her a bit sad.

  Landon caught the reflection in her eyes. Are you sure you’re alright Kammille? You don’t look like you’ve been to sleep. Anything you want to talk about? I’ve been told I’m a very good listener,” he finished, crossing his well-toned arms in front of him.

  “Is that so?” she responded. “Thanks for the offer, but no, I don’t need to talk about anything.”

  “Alright then. But the offer stands, ok? I’ll let you get some sleep.”

  “From your lips to God’s ears,” she said. “Did you go out?” she asked, noting that he was wearing different clothing from before. He looked just as good in jeans as he did in a suit.

  “Yes. I went to that little jazz spot I told you about. I’m a night owl. Music helps me to relax.”

  “Oh. Well have a good night then.”

  “Good night Kammille. I’ll see you in the morning,” he said, noticing how her nipples were announcing themselves through the silk of the purple robe she pulled tightly around her tiny waist. The whole time he’d been standing there, he’d tried not to notice, but they seemed to have gotten harder.

  Another cold shower was in order, he thought. Damn! It had been a long time since a woman made his dick get so hard so quick. He turned to go.

  “Landon,” she called softly, as he took a couple of steps. He turned around.

  No further words were needed. What she wanted was written all over that delectable little body of hers – and in his overheated one.

  ###

  Kammille was limp with unsated desire. He’d started with her mouth and worked his way down to her center, sucking hard on the folded bud there. Her hips strained to stay one with his mouth as his fingers worked their way in and out of her. Her womanhood was overrun with juices, her clitoris so swollen from what his tongue had done to it that it ached.

  Landon reached up and grabbed a pillow, sliding it under her wiggling hips to raise the molten center of her higher. His head disappeared between her bent legs again, thrusting his tongue deeper into the exposed recesses of her most precious part, his whole mouth covering her opening. His fingers followed suit, alternately gliding into her slowly, then thrusting roughly. An enthralling pleasure engulfed Kammille. She'd never been finger and tongue fucked like this -- not all at one time. She whimpered in total capitulation, so lost in the ocean of desire she didn't care if she ever crested.

  Every moan, whimper and cry from her made Landon want to explore more of her. Every crevice. Every cove. Every orifice. He wanted to know all of her.

  Kammille felt her desire surging. She was spiraling out of control.

  "Not yet baby. Not yet," he said, his lips working their way up her thighs, waist, stomach and breasts. They were small, but well-rounded and he proceeded to slather them in the same attention he'd given her vagina.

  His tongue curved around each peak, sucking the pert nipples to another level of awareness.

  Kammille's hips thrashed against him. She wanted to feel him inside her now. "Please," she begged. "Oh please Landon." She pushed his mouth away from her straining nipples and brought it to hers. She slid one hand up and down his pulsating organ. It was so large, quivering even more with every stroke she gave it.

  Landon exhaled a long, uneven breath. "Oh baby," he whispered in her ear as he bent over her. "Do you know what you're doing to me?"

  In response, Kammille thrust her hip upwards, guiding the tip of his steel-like staff just inside her slippery walls.

  Landon lost all restraint, sweat beading on his forehead as he bit down hard on his lower lip, and rammed all the way into her -- hard and fast.

  Kammille lusted for every thrust, her tight walls sheer heaven for his powerful strokes. Even though her center was already elevated on the pillows, it wasn't enough. He wanted to go deeper. He put his hands under smooth buttocks and lifted her to him, every thrust a testament to how much he wanted her.

  Kammille arched her back and wrapped her legs tightly around him. “Don’t stop. Oh God please don't stop," she begged.

  All she could feel was his hardness filling her to the brim, breaking the barriers of anything she even thought was physically possible with another human being. She screamed out his name as she came, almost choking on the ecstasy of the experience.

  He was unprepared for the uninhibited way she gave herself to him. It sent him spiraling, right into the vortex of orgasm with her.

  ***

  "You, Kammille Howard are a contradictory little minx," he said, rolling to the side when the aftershocks of passion had subsided within him.

  Kammille was all of a sudden shy, and a little embarrassed. She'd begged him ... l
iterally begged for more of him. She'd never done that with any man before.

  He saw -- and recognized -- some of the emotions playing out on her face. He knew she was self-conscious about what had just transpired between them. He knew only one way to bring her back to him; to not let her lose herself in the wondering of 'why'; not yet. He scooped her face in his hands, and brought his lips down to hers.

  Kammille silently roped her arms around his neck, her mouth flowering open to him. He tasted so good; felt so good.

  Yes. Oh God yes. This is exactly what she needed and to her dismay ... wanted.

  Chapter 5

  Kammille stretched her body, a smile overtaking her face even before her eyes opened. She reached towards the warmth on the other side of the bed, only to find it empty. Her eyes shuttered open.