“We can’t do this here,” he growled and pulled back. Taking her hand, he led her out of the private room. Naya’s mind spun and her body hummed with unsatisfied under as they wove through the mostly empty tables of the hotel’s main dining room. But they didn’t slow down. Naya was almost running to keep up with him, but as soon as the elevator doors closed on them, providing a modicum of privacy, Pierce pulled her back into his arms, kissing her as he pressed her back against the wall of the elevator cab. Over and over, he kissed her, his tongue mating with hers as she shifted against him. If she’d been thinking, able to form a thought inside of her head, Naya might have been horrified by the wanton movements of her body. But Naya was too far gone for coherent thought. Every time he touched her, kissed her, she needed more.
“This way,” he snapped and pulled away.
Naya was temporarily surprised by the harshness of his voice, but then she blinked, looking around. They’d been kissing in the elevator, the doors open and waiting.
She skipped slightly but he didn’t slow down. His hand reached into his suit jacket and pulled out a key card, swiping it quickly over the unobtrusive black key lock. It took barely a fraction of a second before the doors to the hotel room were open and the two of them were inside.
“Now…” he started to say, but Naya blinked and he’d pulled her back into his arms, his mouth covering hers once more.
If anyone had asked, Naya wouldn’t be able to explain how they’d gotten from the doorway of the room to his bed, but nor did she care. Her tote bag was dumped…somewhere…but she wasn’t sure where because his hands had pulled her silk blouse out of the waistband of her skirt. Or maybe he’d done that a while ago, she wasn’t sure. The touch of his hands against her bare skin caused her to gasp, her head falling back against…the wall? The mattress? She didn’t care!
“Please!” she sobbed, grabbing his hand and pulling it towards her breast. Tomorrow, Naya would be shocked by her brazen actions. She was normally very conservative about sex, to the point of not really enjoying it. But right at this moment, she couldn’t seem to remember that she wasn’t a fan of sexual encounters. Right now, all she wanted was for Pierce to touch her. She needed his hands on her body more than she needed her next breath of air. Even more shocking, Naya needed to touch him. She needed to feel all of those muscles that were still hidden underneath that conservative, expensive suit.
“Take off your shirt,” she ordered.
He ignored her for a moment, bending his head to kiss her nipple through the layers of her blouse and her bra. But she almost growled with frustration as she pulled her shirt off, tossing it onto the floor. With a flick of her fingers, she released the snap of her bra and tossed it out of the way as well. Then she took his hand and placed it over her breast, unconcerned with his probably surprise at her wanton behavior. She didn’t care! She needed to feel his hand against her bare skin.
When he didn’t follow her order, Naya was ready to hit the man. But instead, she pushed his tie out of the way and fumbled with the buttons on his dress shirt. The effort was made harder because his mouth was moving along her neck and ear while his hands smoothed along the skin of her back, causing her to arch closer to him.
“Please!” she gasped, desperate to feel his hand against her breast. So instead of waiting, hoping he’d stop teasing her, she reached behind her and tugged his hand forward, sighing when his fingers closed over her breast, his thumb slipping over that tight, hard peak. Naya let out a strangled sound, not sure if she could handle this now.
“You’re beautiful, Naya,” he groaned and she opened her eyes, shocked to find her fingers splayed out over his chest. But before she could respond, he moved lower, his mouth latching onto the tip of her breast and she gasped again, almost sobbing as sensations hit her, all of them coalescing in that swollen nub down lower. She could barely breathe as his tongue lashed her nipple, then his teeth became involved and she tried to pull his head away.
“Too much,” she whimpered.
“Not enough,” he countered and moved his head to her other breast.
Naya didn’t have the energy to argue as her legs widened to make room for his hips and he pressed against that nub. It was the relief she was looking for and she pressed her hips against that hardness again and again, faster when he sucked on her nipple, pulling out yet another gasp of shock.
Pierce lifted his head, looking down at this amazing woman in his arms. He’d thought her delightful to watch during their time in the bar. She’d been a mystery wrapped up in an enticing package as she battled to fight the connection between them. During dinner, she’d delighted him in other ways. Her smiles always reached her eyes, telling him that she was more genuine than any person he’d ever met. But it was more than just her sincerity. She’d laughed and debated with him, challenged his opinions.
But looking at her now, he never would have imagined anything as sensuously gorgeous as Naya in the throes of desire like this. She was wanton and hot and beautiful and…his!
That last word was a bit of a shock, since he’d just met her hours ago. But he couldn’t deny that he felt very possessive right at this moment.
Strange, he’d never felt anything like that towards a woman before and…as he moved down her soft, sexy stomach, kissing every inch and finding new places that caused her to gasp in surprise and pleasure, he knew that Naya was different. Everything about her was different. More than that, the way he responded to her was different. He hadn’t taken a woman to bed after only a few hours of acquaintance in more than ten years. He preferred to get to know his sexual partners, needing to trust them and know them, to understand their wants and desires. Not that any of his mistresses in the past had been overly complicated. Which had suited him just fine.
So what was it about Naya that made him…crazy? A part of him wanted to push her hands over her head so that he could enjoy making love to her undisturbed. But he didn’t want to lose that touch. He damn well loved the way her fingers felt against his body like this. Her touches were tentative at first, slowly inching along his skin. But once she’d explored, her touch was more confident. More demanding. It was a hell of a turn on!
Even more, he wanted to make her his in ways that didn’t make sense.
Logic was his normal companion, so this was a new experience for him. Pushing those thoughts aside, he moved lower on her body and almost laughed when he felt her legs tighten around his waist.
“Relax,” he soothed, kissing her stomach softly and feeling her muscles twitch under his lips. “I won’t do anything that you won’t enjoy.”
She looked at him warily. “I just…” she stammered, licking her lips with her sexy, pink tongue.
Pierce moved his hand, teasing her inner thighs as he looked down at that juncture between her legs. “You’re beautiful, Naya. Everywhere.”
One finger slid into her heat and he had to close his eyes as he felt the slickness of her there. The heat as her inner muscles clenched around his fingers.
“I don’t need that,” she gasped, shaking her head. “I’m ready for this. You don’t need…”
“Just a taste,” he told her and, before she could argue with him, he lowered his head and…his mouth closed around that nub while his fingers continued to tease her. With a slow, methodical rhythm, Pierce moved his fingers in and out of her body while his mouth sucked on that nub, his tongue flicking against it again and again. She screamed and her fingers clenched in his hair and the pain turned him on even more.
“I don’t…” she begged and tried to wiggle away from him. “I don’t want to do it like this,” she pleaded, lifting her head to look at him. “Please!” she gasped, her chest heaving as she tried to control her body’s response to his touch.
“Fine,” he grumbled, and reached into his nightstand to grab a condom. Standing, he rolled the protection down over his aching shaft, looking down at those pink, inviting folds. “This time, but I want to taste you climax in my mouth before this night
is over,” he warned her.
She made a noise that might have been a laugh, or it could have been something else. He wasn’t sure, but it heightened his need to bury himself in her heat.
Bracing his hands on either side of her head, he moved lower, shifting against her slightly. “Look at me,” he commanded.
When her long lashes fluttered open, only then did he press into her body. Inch by inch, he entered her, keeping eye contact with her. Pierce wanted to remember this moment. He had no idea why it was significant, but he wouldn’t relent. When she started to close her eyes, he pulled back and she gasped, wrapping her legs around his waist as if that would hold him in place.
“Don’t close your eyes,” he commanded roughly and pressed deeper into her body once again. Inch by inch, he moved deeper, pulling back and gritting his teeth against the slick heat of her. She felt tight and amazing, hot as her body wrapped his shaft in her tight glove. He also loved the way her eyes told him everything she was feeling. Yes, her body arching against each of his thrusts also gave him clues, but the light in her eyes, the sexy drift of her eyelids and way her mouth formed an O when he hit the right spot, told him that she was close. And getting closer!
Damn, she was beautiful. If he had enough brain power, he might tell her that but she just looked and felt so damned hot!
Before he was ready, he felt her body begin to tremble and he shifted again, giving her that sometimes-elusive release. Thrusting into her, he watched her eyes, shifting against that nub again and again. When her eyes widened, telling him that she was very close, he moved faster, holding back his own pleasure until…!
“Pierce!” she gasped, her body writhing as her climax hit her. He continued to thrust into her, holding her with his body as he extended their pleasure, holding off on his own release until he couldn’t any longer. At that point, he released his control and just…couldn’t think any longer as the pleasure hit him. Over and over, the waves were like a continuous roller coaster of pleasure. Wrapping his arms around her, he tried not to hurt her but it was just too damn good!
Chapter 2
Naya looked around, stunned by the sense of warmth surrounding her. Her pillow was too hard though. Snuggling closer, she wanted to find a softer corner of her pillow, but she couldn’t find softness unless she pulled away from the warmth. The warmth was more important, but her mind kept thinking there was a mystery here that she needed to solve. Something wasn’t right. Her apartment was never this warm and her pillow was nice and soft. Normally, she loved her pillow. This one, she didn’t love. This one was too hard. And it sounded wrong.
Naya woke up a bit more with that thought. Pillows didn’t have sound, she told herself firmly. Pillows were quiet. That was the whole point of pillows. So why was this pillow thumping? She wasn’t fully awake, but her subconscious was telling her that a hard, thumping pillow was dangerous. Very, very dangerous!
When she lifted her head, she realized that she wasn’t in her apartment. Not her bed, not her pillow and this heater was…male! Very male! And very large!
Um…she looked around, her eyes having trouble focusing. She was in a bed. A very soft bed next to a very hard, very muscular and very warm male body!
Last night! The bar! She’d had sex with Pierce!
No!
Unfortunately, the evidence was incontrovertible. She was in the man’s bed and his strong, muscular arms were wrapped around her. Her head wasn’t on a pillow, it was resting on his chest!
Oh no, this wasn’t right! She did not have sex with strangers!
Of course, Pierce hadn’t felt like a stranger. She hadn’t had that much to drink last night. Wait! The martini! And the glass of wine at the bar! There had been wine at dinner as well, but she’d only sipped that! That much alcohol over several hours did not make her drunk so she’d gone into this fully aware of what she was doing.
And oh my! All of the memories of last night came back to her in a rush and her cheeks blushed in the darkness. How many times had they made love last night? No, not made love. She couldn’t make love with a man she didn’t know! She’d had sex! She’d made a decision to release her inhibitions last night, to forget her conservative, solitary lifestyle for one night and she’d flirted and kissed a man. When he’d brought her up to his suite, she’d been fully aware. No way could she blame her presence here in this man’s bed on the alcohol.
Unfortunately.
Get out, she thought. Get out and…pretend as if last night hadn’t happened!
Slowly, Naya extricated herself from Pierce’s arms. Almost groaning, she pulled back and carefully slipped out of the bed. But as soon as she was away from the warmth of his arms, she realized that she was completely naked!
“Good grief!” she whispered softly, crossing her arms over her breasts. Then she rolled her eyes. “Right!” As if crossing her arms over her breasts would hide the fact that she was naked? Get real!
Slipping out of the bed, she searched the room for her clothes. She only found her dress and her bra. Her shoes were absent and her underwear…well, that was nowhere to be found.
She grabbed whatever she could, pulling on her clothes as fast as she could before hurrying out of the room…only to come to a screeching halt when she realized that she wasn’t in just a hotel room. Nope, those areas of the hotel had a bedroom and a bathroom. Sometimes a large bedroom and a nice, luxurious bathroom. But nothing like what she was staring at now.
This was a suite.
No, probably not a suite. A suite had a sitting area, maybe a kitchenette. This area was enormous! Was that a spiral staircase in the corner? Impossible! Hotels didn’t have two level suits.
Did they?
A woman in a maid’s uniform stepped through a swinging door, carrying a silver coffee pot. “Good morning, ma’am. Would you like some coffee?” she asked in a professional voice. Obviously the woman wasn’t shocked to find a woman with crazy hair, no shoes and no makeup walking around the suite in the morning.
That realization that this was most likely a normal event for the man behind the now-closed door made her stomach lurch with shame.
The maid patiently continued to wait for Naya’s response. Pushing her fingers through her hair, Naya shook her head. “Coffee? No. Thank you. No coffee,” Naya whispered. “I’ll just…” she looked around, trying to find the exit. The place was huge! There was no obvious exit.
“I could make you some breakfast if you would like,” the woman offered, ignoring Naya’s obvious discomfort.
Naya’s eyes settled back on the kind woman. “Breakfast isn’t necessary,” she replied, frantic now. “If you could just…show me to the door? I’ll get out of the way.”
The woman blinked, trying to hide her surprise. “The door is this way,” she said and led her through another curved archway. Naya followed, her bare feet padding along the hardwood floor. When she spotted her shoe sitting on the sofa, she grabbed it. The other shoe was…now how had her shoe landed way over there?
Naya wasn’t very clear on all of the details from last night. She knew that she’d had an orgasm. Well, several actually. Her face flamed as she delicately extracted her shoe from behind the sofa cushion, slipped both of them on her feet, then hurried to follow the maid. To be perfectly honest, she’d had so many orgasms last night, she’d lost count. She hadn’t realized that her body could be like that. She shivered again, remembering how he’d just touched her breasts…her legs…!
Stop thinking about last night! She berated herself as she tripped on the carpet, trying to hurry out of the suite. She couldn’t believe she’d actually slept with a stranger! She barely knew the man and yet, she’d done things with him last night that she’d only read about in stories.
She was ashamed and wished she could turn back time. This was so wrong! So unlike herself! She wasn’t dating anyone since Kevin had dumped her last night but that didn’t matter. She barely even kissed a guy on a first date. Yeah, that made her silly and some guys called her ice queen.
Kevin’s soft, irritated features popped into her mind. He’d dumped her after work yesterday because she wouldn’t have sex with him. Then Naya had gone out and had a one night stand with another man? Good grief!
As she pressed the button to call the elevator, she looked around. There were no other doors on the floor. And why where two men standing outside the doorway? They had some sort of earphone linked to their ear. And what were those bulges underneath their jackets?
Good grief! They were bodyguards! No way!
Backing away, she pressed against something firm and solid, needing that strength to hold her up.
The elevator doors opened up and, unfortunately, she was leaning against the metal doors. When they slid open, she fell into the elevator.
Thankfully, she was able to catch herself before she made a total fool of herself, but it was a close call. Forcing a friendly wave and a tight smile to her lips, Naya backed into the relative safety of the elevator and held her breath until the doors closed.
“Perfect,” she muttered to the silence of the elevator as it quickly descended down to the lobby. “Not only are you a slut, but you’re an idiot as well.”
When the doors opened again, she stepped out and walked into the lobby of the hotel. It was early so there wasn’t much activity. That was good, she thought. It would be just her luck to run into a co-worker here in a hotel wearing the same clothes she’d worn to work the day before.
A half hour later, she was bursting into her apartment, practically running to her bedroom. She whipped off the clothes and stuffed them into the trash, never wanting to see them again. She couldn’t believe what she’d done last night! A one night stand! How…crude!
Naya shook her head and stood underneath the warm spray of the shower, trying to cleanse her soul as well as her body. Okay, so she’d done something foolish. Naya wasn’t the first woman to have sex with an intriguing, amazing, interesting and sexually stunning…she was getting off course, she reminded herself.
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