Gavin smiled at her. “I believe I’ve been under utilizing Ronan for years. I thought he was all brawn, but it appears his skills as a travel agent are unparalleled.”
“This doesn’t faze you at all, does it? Luxury like this is simply the norm for you,” she noted.
Taking the keys from the clerk, he allowed the bellman to take their bags.
Ronan was already holding an elevator for them.
“I wouldn’t say that. This is beautiful, certainly grand by any standard. But, perhaps I have become a bit jaded.”
Libby looked around the lobby again, taking in the exquisite artwork and the magnificent details. “I don’t think I could ever become jaded to something like this.”
“Maybe you’ll be a good influence on me, allowing me to see all this through fresh eyes.”
Libby crossed the expansive lobby with him. When they stepped onto the elevator, her heart stuttered just a bit, recalling the last time they’d been on one of those. It wasn’t just the dramatic rescue and the explosion. It was the memory of that searing kiss and of his promise to keep her safe. “Does that mean we’re going to see more than just the hotel? Will we get to explore the city at all?”
“I think so. We should be able to take in a few sights. I’d like to see you in some cat’s eye glasses and a chic scarf, touring the hillsides of Monaco.”
“I’m not exactly a classy, Hitchcock blonde,” she protested.
Gavin touched her hair, his fingers tangling in the ends of the fiery strands. “Blondes are highly overrated. I’m thinking curvy redheads with a fiery temper to match are the way to go.”
Ronan cleared his throat, reminding them that they were not alone.
When the elevator halted, they were on the tenth and top floor of the hotel. There were only two suites on the entire floor, each one featuring a private pool and expansive deck. The suite was decorated in shades of cream, gold and blue and reminded her of pictures she’d once seen of the palace at Versailles.
When they were alone, she turned to Gavin. “What were you saying about your preference for fiery redheads?”
Gavin stalked towards her. “I want you naked, Jones…Now.”
How it was possible to feel sexy after long hours of the flight, she had no idea, but he made her feel that way. That didn’t mean she had to make it easy for him. “Make me,” she challenged.
“You’re playing with fire.” The warning was uttered with his lips scant inches from hers.
“I like it hot.” Libby savored the look on his face, the intensity, the passion that blazed in his eyes. She felt his hands twist in the front of her blouse, felt the fabric give.
“This,” he said, tracing the scalloped edge of the lace cups of her bra with his fingertips, “Is a work of art.”
“At this rate, you’re going to have buy me more clothes.”
“If that means I get to keep ripping them off you, it’s a worthy expense.”
Libby reached for the zipper of her pants and shed them quickly. “How private is our private pool?”
~*~*~
Gavin glanced past her to the deck. There were large potted trees surrounding it that would conceal them from the view of neighboring hotels. “I’m willing to risk it.”
“Let’s go skinny dipping.” She tossed the words over her shoulder as she was heading for the open doors, wearing the delicate lace confection of her bra and the matching thong panties.
Gavin stood there for a moment, watching her. Watching her move was a pleasure in and of itself. When she disappeared from view, he moved to follow her. Stepping onto the deck, he saw her shimmying out of her underwear, her lush breasts already bared. She didn’t dive into the pool, but used the steps, moving slowly, seductively.
When she disappeared beneath the surface, he stripped out of his own clothes and dove in after her. Cutting through the water, he caught up to her quickly, his hands sliding over her wet skin. Planting his feet on the bottom of the pool, he pushed off and took her with him, breaking the surface at the side of the sun dappled pool. “My very own mermaid.”
“I’ve never understood the fascination with mermaids. If I only had fins, I wouldn’t be able to do this,” she said, wrapping her legs around him, her strong thighs clasping his hips.
With one hand braced against the side of the pool, Gavin used his other hand to touch her breasts, teasing nipples already pebbled by the cool water. Dipping his head, he captured one taut peak in his mouth. Suckling deeply, he was rewarded by a soft gasp that turned into a harsh moan.
Lavishing the same attention on her other breast, he scraped his teeth gently over the furled bud.
Her hands tangled in his hair, not to pull him away, but pressing him closer.
Continuing the sensual torment, he moved his hand over her belly until he encountered the thatch of auburn curls. Dipping lower, he slid one finger along her cleft. “You have no idea how much I want you. I dreamed of you, Libby. Every night since that damned party, I’d wake up hard, needing you, remembering the taste of your mouth and how you felt against me.”
“I kicked myself so many times.” The admission came from her accompanied by a soft smile. “I’m not this girl, Gavin. I’ve never had anyone make me burn the way you do.”
Parting the soft folds her sex, he pressed one finger inside her, savoring the wet heat that greeted him. Stroking her deliberately, circling the hardened bud of her clit, he watched her head fall back, her lips parting on a harsh moan.
“I want to make you come. Again and again. To feel you shuddering beneath me until you’re pleading, begging, desperate.” Each word was punctuated by a kiss, his lips and tongue caressing one sensitive spot after another.
Pressing deeper inside her, he curled his fingers forward, stroking a spot that made her scream. Her nails dug into his shoulders as she clung to him. Each pass of his fingers over that tender flesh heightened her response, until she was trembling against him, gasping his name. Feeling the tremors of her thighs, he knew how close she was. He closed his mouth over one nipple again, laving gently with his tongue.
She tensed against him, her head thrown back, sobbing his name brokenly as the pleasure washed through her.
Gavin pushed away from her and hoisted himself out of the pool, pulling her up after him. Moving to one of the well cushioned deck chairs, he lay back on it and pulled her down on top of him. He didn’t have to tell her what he wanted. It was as if she knew. Rising up over him, she straddled his thighs and grasped his cock in her hand, guiding him inside her. He clasped her hips, tugging her down, sliding deep inside her.
The hot clutch of her sheath around him had him clenching his teeth. He couldn’t explain it, he wouldn’t even try, but nothing had ever felt as good, or as right, as being inside her. She rocked against him, taking him deeper. “Christ,” he hissed.
She leaned down until her breasts pressed against his chest and pressed her lips to his. When she slid her tongue over his lips and into his mouth, the soft, delicate touch mirroring the gentle circling of her hips on him, he was lost. Wrapping his arms around her, pressing her tightly against him, he held onto her as she rode him. It was slow and easy, a gentle climb rather than the furious passion that had previously claimed them. That didn’t alter the intensity of it. He felt connected to her in that moment—in a way he never had to anyone else.
He felt his release building, every muscle in his body drawing tight. Sliding his hands down to her hips, he gripped them roughly as he surged inside her. Groaning her name, he felt the first spasms as he erupted inside her.
She clenched around him, her body shuddering as she came with him. When the last of the shudders receded, she collapsed against him.
He stroked her back, feeling her skin warming from the sun. “I think we need to take this inside. If not, you’ll be burned to a crisp and I’ll have some interesting tan lines to explain.”
“In a minute.” She pressed her lips to his chest, then nipped playfully with her teeth.
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Gavin shivered. “Witch.”
“How can something be this perfect when everything around us is so crazy?”
“I don’t know,” he admitted. “I hate that you’re in danger—that because of me someone may target you. You’re caught up in this craziness because of me, but I can’t regret it.”
She rose on her elbows, their gazes locking. “I don’t regret it either. Only forty-eight hours ago, I was avoiding you, terrified that you would recognize me as some sleazy girl you made out with at a party—or worse, that you wouldn’t recognize me at all and I’d be totally humiliated. Now, I’m halfway around the world, having hot, unbelievable sex in a glamorous hotel in Monaco.”
“You’re actually having hot, unbelievable sex outside of a glamorous hotel in Monaco.”
She laughed, the same throaty, vibrant sound that had first drawn him to her. “I stand corrected.”
Gavin kissed her then, claiming her mouth for a moment. “Get your white ass inside before it’s too burned for me touch it again,” he whispered to her lips.
“Yes, sir.” She rose and gathered up her underthings before heading toward the doors.
Gavin watched her, enjoying the view she provided, before he rose to follow her. She was caught with him, stuck in the mess of his life, but he knew that whatever happened, even when the situation was resolved, he wasn’t letting her go.
Look for the next installment of Gavin and Libby’s story, Kept By Casanova… July, 2013.
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