This is a spin-off from Luis & Sheridans
story To Love & To Cherish
He saw her the moment she entered the room and no matter how much she tried to hide it, he knew she saw him too.
He'd seen her looking at him. She thought she was sly, but he'd played this game before. He'd practically invented
He smiled. She may think she had the upper hand, but in a few minutes, she would know who the master of the game
He grabbed his beer off the table and made his way toward the bar. She pretended not to notice him as he sat down
on the bar stool next to her. He softly chuckled to himself. She was really trying hard to pretend he wasn't there.
He had to admire her determination, but he knew it was futile. "Excuse me, sweetheart. Can I buy you a drink?"
She turned toward him, then raised her drink to her lips. "I already have a drink."
He watched her lips touch the glass and he made a promise that before the night was over those lips would be touching
his. "That's okay. I'll buy you the next one."
She raised a brow and sat her glass back on the bar. "Who said I wanted another drink?"
He laughed. She was feisty. He liked that in a woman. "Don't you?"
She cocked her head sideways and pretended to think about that. "I really haven't decided yet. I'm not sure
I'd want you to buy me one either."
He shook his head. This one would keep him on his toes. "Well, if you do decide to let me buy you a drink,
my table is right over there."
With that, he got up and walked away. He'd give her ten seconds before she came to his table. He sat down and started
counting. He only got to eight. Because that's when she sat down in the chair across from him.
"Change your mind?" He asked taking a sip of his beer.
The look in her eyes said he already knew the answer, which of course he did. Women rarely said no to him. "Well,
before I buy you that drink, how 'bout a dance?"
She regarded him with a speculative gaze. "Just a dance?"
He flashed her a devilish grin and held out his hand. "Well sweetheart, if you want more than a dance, you
just let me know, but for right now, a dance is all I'm asking for."
She laughed and took the hand he offered. "Cocky, aren't you?"
He led her to the dance floor and pulled her into his arms. He leaned his head close to her ear and whispered,
"Does my cockiness bother you?"
She shuttered and he smiled. A second later, she raised her head and he found himself staring into her golden brown
eyes. She didn't bother to hide her interest. "No, it doesn't bother me."
He took that as a sign and never taking his eyes from hers, he leaned in to kiss her. She had plenty of time to
turn away, but she didn't. In fact, she raised herself up and met him halfway. The kiss was gentle at first, but
as soon as she parted her lips, he took advantage and deepened the kiss. His tongue explored her mouth as his hands
pulled her closer, letting her feel how much he wanted her. She moaned and his mind reeled. Never had just a kiss
affected him this way. He couldn't get enough of her.
When he finally raised his head, they were both breathing heavily. She looked up at him and he saw his own desire,
want, and need reflected in her eyes. He groaned and thanked god that this was a hotel bar and that his room was
right upstairs. "Let's get out of here."
She didn't even hesitate. "All right."
He unlocked the door to his room and motioned for her to proceed him inside. She looked at him and for a split
second he wondered if she was going to change her mind. But then she stepped inside and held out her hand to him.
He took it and barely had time to shut the door before she backed him up against the wall and started unbuttoning
his shirt. She made quick work of the buttons and pulled it down his arms. He groaned as she ran her hands over
his now bare chest and placed gentle kisses along his jaw.
Then it was his turn. He pulled her shirt over her head in one quick motion and took his time looking at her. She
was beautiful. He kissed a path down her neck toward her shoulder, and lowered her bra strap with his teeth. He
did the same for the other side. Then reached behind her and released the strap. She made a grab for the button
on his jeans, but he caught her hands. "Sweetheart, you do that and this will be over way too soon."
She grinned. "We wouldn't want that."
"No we wouldn't." he said. Then he picked her up in his arms and carried her to the bed. He laid her
down gently, then made quick work of the rest of their clothes. Once they were both naked, he lowered himself over
her and kissed his way down her neck toward her breast. He ran his tongue across her nipple and she cried out in
pleasure. When she arched her back, signaling she wanted more, he took her nipple into his mouth. As the pleasure
continued to build, she dug her nails into his back. After he treated her other nipple to the same treatment, he
raised his head to look at her. "What's your name sweetheart?"
Her eyes flew open in surprise and he wondered if she would tell him. Then she smiled and in a soft, husky voice,
she whispered, "Gwen. My name is Gwen."
He smiled. Gwen. It fit her. "Well, Gwen. I'm Tony." Then he kissed her and the time for talking was
over as they gave themselves up to the passion of the night.