Deep: An Erotic Romance

I was absolutely sure that I knew what was just about to happen. I wasn’t the sort of girl who usually lets it happen, but today I felt differently. I was up for a one-afternoon stand with this beautiful man, and I wasn’t waiting for the third date. My body had chosen for me already. I just needed to go along for the ride.

“Let me freshen up,” I told him.

The bathroom in this hotel was a work of beauty. I stripped out of my business clothes and got completely naked. If this was going to happen, I was really going for it. I wrapped myself in one of the extra-fluffy white robes, and peeked shyly out the door.

Damien rustled through his suitcase when I emerged wearing only the robe. He had his back to me. I noticed he’d put on a new shirt, and I thought that was funny since I was just going to take it off of him again.

“I know this little coffee place around the corner, and I was thinking it might be fun to go get a cup. If you want, that is.” Then he turned around and spotted me in the robe. I could see the shock register on his face. I felt the blood rush to mine.

“Oh,” I mumbled, blushing furiously, realizing that I had completely misread the situation. I started to back away, then turned to flee back into the bathroom. How had I completely miffed this? He’d invited me to his room. I assumed he wanted me. Oh, God, I was mortified.

Then I sensed the warmth of him right behind me. He smelled like the ocean.

I leaned back into him, and he wrapped one hand gently around my waist. It slipped into my robe, soft against the nakedness of my belly. He smelled my hair. I could feel the bulge of his desire pressing into me.

“I see what you’ve got in mind,” he whispered.

He turned me gently. I was so embarrassed that I couldn’t look him in the face. But he gently tilted my chin up so that I peered into his eyes.

“Is this happening?” he asked. I put my hand over his, felt myself warming for him.

He gazed down at me with his sparkling green eyes and I felt myself melting again, my inhibitions of a moment ago forgotten. His eyes captured me. I couldn’t look away, like a doe caught in the bright lights of a car.

“Stephanie, you look beautiful,” he said to me. He didn’t need to say anything else. I didn’t know anything about this man, but already he had me. Nobody called me Stephanie, but on Damien’s lips it sounded like my true name.