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remaining senses she had.
    It was fan-fucking-tastic.
    He kissed like a twenty-one year old. All tongue, heat, and just enough naked aggression to send Becca spinning.
    She remembered kissing like this in high school. There was always a sense of desperation and urgency when you kissed. It was a mix of it feeling amazing along with the surge of hormones and a healthy dose of pure hunger.
    This was a kiss that was better than all the alcohol she had already consumed. It burned over her, his hands on her waist, his chest pressed against hers. She couldn’t help but grab onto his shoulders and moan into his mouth. His kiss was evaporating the pleasant intoxication she had been feeling. She felt his kiss everywhere. Like her skin didn’t want to be left out of this kiss, neither did her lungs, her pussy, hell her toes were even perking up.
    He tasted like dark brown liquor and something sweet. The kiss kept going, hands started roaming, and Becca felt his hips press deeper into her, his cock rubbing the spot between her legs that was very needy.
    Pulling away, Angel dropped his forehead to her shoulder. “Goddamn, baby. How the hell do you kiss like that and are single?”
    Becca was reminding herself how to breathe. He had sucked the air from her lungs with that kiss, and she was drunker now than a few minutes ago.
    “You never asked if I was single,” she managed to gasp.
    “Fuck, are you married?” His head came off her shoulder.
    Dropping her own head to his chest, she rolled it back and forth over his firm pec. “No, single, free and clear,” she said with a giggle. Her body felt like it was on fire. She could feel the heat between her legs and was mentally preparing herself for the rest of the night if that kiss was any indication of Angel’s abilities.
    “Okay, I need that key before I do something inappropriate to you in the parking lot.” He stepped back from her, paused for a moment and then gave her waist a squeeze before turning and jogging towards the office.
    With a hiccup and a giggle, Becca said to no one in particular, “He must be in a hurry.”
    She’d just made out with a guy that she really hoped wasn’t young enough to be her son. It was a great kiss; there was no denying that. She really should bail and call a cab to get herself home. What would be worse, regretting spending the night with this total stranger or sitting at home feeling pathetic that she wasn’t brave enough to take a chance?
    Drunk Becca totally won out since she was currently bouncing around in her head like a horny maniac.
    She watched Angel jog back from the office, his body moving in slow motion. He probably wasn’t moving that slowly, but her brain had him on the beach, shirtless and flicking his wet hair back. Wow, she was still really drunk.
    Turning and facing the door, Becca saw his hand come to the knob of the door the same time she felt a warm hand at the bottom of her back.
    She freaking loved that move. There was something about a man putting his hand at the small of your back that was so comforting and loving. It was like a dance when a man did that, leading you somewhere that you were happy to go because you were connected by more than a hand.
    Becca knew that she was waxing a little poetic, but tequila would do that to you. At least, she thought it had been tequila.
    The door swung open, and Becca took in a standard motel room. It looked clean enough and didn’t smell like cigarettes which she hated. She walked in far enough that she heard the door click behind her and felt her heart skip a beat. There was dim light coming from the bathroom, the door open just enough to cast a shadowy glow over the dark room.
    Angel came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her. That warm voice she was quickly becoming addicted to whispered into her ear.
    “Lights on or off?”
    Oh, thank goodness he asked. “Off, please.”
    “Anything you want, sugar.”
    That voice coupled with the heat of his body had her brain