The pair made it to the hotel a few minutes after leaving the bar. Olivia led him through the lobby and to the elevator bay where they grabbed the first available. Once inside, he took his stance opposite her in the shiny cubicle.

Olivia pressed the button to her floor.

She stared at him, noting that he’d only become more handsome in the well-lit space. His eyes were brighter, his skin clearly sun-kissed and his smile more sinister.

“By the way,” he said. “What’s your name?”

“Does it really matter?”

Her answer seemed to surprise him and for a brief moment, she wondered if he’d change his mind. To her delight, his smile grew.

The stranger shook his head. “No, guess not.” He pushed himself away from the wall and crossed the space with a wide step. His chest pushed against hers, pinning her in place. “Just curious.”

His hands rested low on her waist. Olivia kept her grip on the bar, remaining in place while he pulled her hips into his. The stranger dipped forward, burying his face in the crook of her neck. In the confined space without interference from the outside world, his cologne had been stronger, more inviting. Something about the spicy, woody scent caused her blood to boil.

Olivia sighed when his mouth closed on her neck, placing gentle yet intentional kisses along her skin. He knew what he was doing, teasing her with the blunt scrape of his teeth and the tender flick of his tongue.

Her heartbeat increased and her body tingled. Heat pooled between her legs and as the seconds ticked by, an ache followed.

One of the hands on her hip climbed, gliding over her cotton tee and to her breast. Her stranger groaned when he grasped it, squeezing it in his large paw. Olivia encased him in her arms, threading her fingers through his hair and holding tight.

His mouth moved higher, tracing a line across her jaw while he pinched her nipple taut. She tugged on his hair and he growled in response. The bulge of his growing erection dug into her lower stomach, hinting at something much more impressive hidden beneath the denim.

The elevator came to a halt and the doors opened with a ding, forcing the two apart. He stared down at her, eyes dark and lids heavy. Something primal had overtaken his appearance and she had no doubt he saw the same mirrored with her.

Olivia took his hand in hers and grinned. Something fun was in store, she had no doubt.

“Come along,” she said, guiding him out of the elevator and down the hall.