A Fare To Remember_ Just Whistle_Driven - Vicki Lewis Thompson [30]
Her cries were suddenly drowned out by a giant boom that bellowed around them, as if the basement had exploded right along with Hannah. Her eyes flew open and she struggled to speak. “What…?” She gulped.
“I don’t know.” With his fingers still buried in her moist heat, while he was still registering the contractions of her climax, he tried to get his bearings. Somewhere nearby a giant motor churned away, and at last his passion-fogged brain figured it out. “The furnace.”
“The furnace?” She looked at him in dazed incomprehension.
He was only marginally more able to analyze the situation. Slowly he disengaged his fingers. He couldn’t be expected to make any sense while he was touching her so intimately. With contact like that, his primitive brain took control.
“The furnace,” he said again. “The desk clerk said something about furnace noise being a slight problem down here.”
“A slight problem?” She looked indignant. “That sounds like a train hurtling through a subway tunnel!”
“There’s a sexual image for you.” He kind of liked it. She could be the tunnel and he could be the train. Maybe they could work with that later.
“Come on, Zach. We’re expected to sleep with that going on?”
He couldn’t help it. That made him laugh. “It won’t be a problem.”
“Why not?” She appeared ready to demand a different room.
“We’re not going to sleep.”
“Oh.” She relaxed back against the cement wall. “I suppose you have a point there.”
“And there’s another advantage to that noisy furnace.”
“There is?”
“We can make all the damn noise we want here in the basement. In a place like New York, where everyone is so packed together, that’s a luxury.”
She nodded and reached down to pick up her dress. “Okay, then. Let’s you and me go make some noise.”
He followed her down the hall, a song in his heart and tension in his groin. He was more than ready to make some noise.
CHAPTER EIGHT
NO MATTER HOW THIS ALL turned out, Hannah would never forget having a climax in the basement of a New York City hotel. Or walking down the hall wearing only her panties and her necklace while she carried her dress and her bra over one arm. She wasn’t sure why Zach had changed his mind about spending the night with her, but she was very happy that he had.
“Got a key?” he asked as they approached 25B.
“Somewhere.” She had to search the depths of her purse until she finally found the envelope with the key card in it. Not long ago she’d been embarrassed because the hotel personnel had seen her seduction scene, complete with nightie and condoms. After her basement climax, being caught with a nightie and condoms seemed like small potatoes.
Still, she was curious as to how they’d transferred her belongings and whether they’d taken the trouble to put things back the way they’d found them. She opened the door, not sure what she’d find on the other side. For sure it wouldn’t be a suite with a view, but as Zach had mentioned, there were advantages to being in the basement cohabitating with a large and noisy furnace.
As the door swung open, it almost hit the bed. Or, more accurately, the twin-size daybed as illuminated by the light from the hall.
“It’s a closet!” Zach said.
“Want to complain?”
“I’m too horny to complain. Don’t tell me those are mints on the pillow.”
“No. They’re my condoms.”
“Yours?” He turned to gaze at her. “You had condoms, too?”
“Laid out on the pillow, exactly as you see there. Only it was a pillow on a huge bed. We’ve been down-sized.” Now that she’d had a most wonderful orgasm, she was beginning to see the humor in the situation.
“I suppose it doesn’t matter.” Zach peered into the room. “I mean, when we have sex, either I’ll be on top of you or vice versa.”
“Maybe there’s a trundle.”
“We’re not going there. One of us would end up falling through the crack. Or some significant body part could end up getting caught in the crack. Guys have nightmares about that kind of thing. Better