“That’s it, babe. God, you’re so beautiful. So sexy,” he urged and eased another finger inside while he kept on caressing her clit, alternating between light swipes and deeper pressure.
Her breath was rasping out of her chest as if she was running as she rode his hand and he stroked her, raising her desire higher and higher until she was at the edge of release.
She closed her eyes against the desire buffeting her and the sight of him, his gaze locked on hers, watching it all.
Throwing her head back, she keened as the first wave of her orgasm coursed through her body and Mark urged her on.
“Let it go, Bridget. Don’t hold back,” he said and a second later his mouth was at her breast again sucking hard on her tight nipple. Giving it a gentle nip before licking away the slight sting and she lost it then.
She wrapped her arms around his head and held him to her as he kissed and sucked at her breasts. As he thrust his fingers into her until the last waves of her orgasm ebbed.
He moved his hand from between her legs and she thought he was done, but he took hold of her panties and dragged them down her legs as he lowered to his knees.
“Mark,” she said and shook as he parted her dress and buried his head between her legs.
With one sure stroke of his tongue along her clit, her desire was soaring again, flying high as she approached another climax. He drove his fingers inside her until she was ready to come apart again.
She held his head with one hand and grasped the metal railing with the other, her body nearly boneless from the pleasure he was bringing her yet once more.
Over and over he licked and sucked at her clit and nether lips. Dipped his tongue deep into her pussy, claiming her orgasm until she was pleading for him to stop.
He did, but not before one last kiss on her clit that sent a final wave of pleasure throughout her body.
He rose and brought his hands to her waist to hold her steady.
His gaze met hers and he gave her a crooked and boyish grin. One that said he was quite satisfied with himself and which yanked a smile from her as well.
“Don’t get all cocky now, Captain,” she teased.
He rubbed his hips across hers with the very obvious proof of just how cocky he was, and shot back, “Too late.”
She was saved from responding by the sudden lurch of the elevator and a blast of brightness as the lights came back on. A second later, the elevator was on the move back down to the main floor.
Mark stealthily tucked her panties into his pocket as the elevator door opened. He wrapped an arm around her waist and escorted her into the dimly lit lobby. A well-dressed young man waited there.
Zack, if she had to guess.
“What’s the situation?” Mark asked, switching back to work mode.
“A big SNAFU, sir. They managed to get temporary power to the elevators to get you out, but they’re still without juice in the lobby area and the first three floors. They’ve got representatives on each floor to assist guests with complimentary rooms in the other tower for the night.”
The first three floors, including my room, she thought. “I guess it’s not my lucky night.”
“I wouldn’t say that,” Mark said, but in such so soft tones only she could hear.
“Do you need me or any additional personnel to deal with the issue?” he asked.
The young man wagged his head of shortly-cropped hair. Everything about him said ex-military although she guessed him to be in his mid-twenties. But the too fresh network of scars visible just above his shirt collar confirmed her first thought.
“No, sir. Rafe was here when it happened and he’s helping out.”
He glanced at her, as if seeking her approval, as he said, “I guess we should go home.”
Chapter 5
Mark waited expectantly for her answer. Relief swept through him at the subtle dip of her head.
With his hand at the small of her back, he guided her through the tower lobby and to the main entrance for the hotel. A valet rushed up to them and Mark handed him the ticket for his SUV.
Beside him Bridget shivered with the chill of the night air. It might be Memorial Day weekend, but if there was such a thing as global warming, it wasn’t helping them out tonight. He eased off his jacket and slipped it over her shoulders.
“Thank you,” she said and he was grateful she wasn’t one of those women who couldn’t appreciate a gallant gesture.
“You’re very welcome. I’m sorry we had this mishap with your room. I can lend you some clothes when we get home.”
She grinned wickedly and her blue eyes shone with a devilish glimmer. “Why, Captain. I thought the whole idea of getting me home was to get me out of my clothes?”
He laughed out loud and tightened his hold on her. “Are you always this unpredictable?”
Some of the gleam left her eyes. “No, not ever. I’m usually boring and responsible. Or at least that’s what my sister Maggie tells me. But for this one night, I want to be different.”
She didn’t say it, but he got the subtext beneath her words. She wanted to be like the kind of women she thought he liked. Beautiful, pampered, and glamorous. But as much as he enjoyed seeing Bridget all done up, he far preferred her in her natural state.
He definitely planned to prove that to her tonight.
What about after? the little voice in his head asked. What will happen after?
He ignored the annoying intrusion of his conscience. Bridget had said nothing about tomorrow, only about tonight.
For this one night he’d show her just how much pleasure they could share.
The valet wheeled his SUV to the curb and he helped her up into the high passenger seat, enjoying the flash of skin as the dress parted when she climbed in. He quickly yanked the fabric into place and closed the door, not wanting to share that view with anyone.
Once in the driver’s seat, he pulled out onto the street and said, “I’m only about ten minutes away.”
“Do you live in A.C.?” she asked and glanced at him as he drove.
He shook his head and risked a quick peek at her before he returned his attention to the road. “Margate. Right next door. You’ll like it, I promise.”
Bridget reminded herself that this affair was just for one night and it wasn’t important if she did or didn’t like his house. He probably had one of those large sterile bachelor kinds of condos, but as he parked in the driveway of a big Victorian-style home a short time later, all her preconceived ideas flew out the window.
“This is your house?” she asked, gesturing to it with her hand.
“It sure is.” He popped out of the driver’s side and hurried around to help her out.
She slipped her hand into his and they strolled to the front door along a walk lined with flowers whose colors were bright even in the dark of night. A crisply manicured lawn of deep emerald green blanketed the spacious corner lot. Across the street there was a playground and beyond that the beach judging from the distant play of moonlight on the ocean.
The inside of the home was equally gorgeous with a large living room to the right and a great space opposite it that opened into a kitchen that was a cook’s dream.
“I bought the house about ten years ago and it was in pretty sad shape. I just finished renovations a couple of months ago,” he said as she stood there admiring his home.
“You did a beautiful job.”
He jerked his hand toward the rear of the home and said, “There’s a guest room and full bath in the back. My mom and dad use it when they come to visit.”
With a tug on her hand, he led her up the stairs to the second floor. “There are three bedrooms and two full baths on this level.”
She peered around in the light from the stairwell, but he didn’t really give her time to inspect, playfully yanking her up another flight of stairs to a third floor.
“Wow,” she said as they stepped into a vast master bedroom suite. To the left of the stairs was a sitting area complete with a fireplace framed by
a carved wood mantel. To the right was an immense king-sized bed.
She shivered as she imagined all they would shortly do in that bed.
Beyond the bed was a bank of French doors that appeared to lead out onto a balcony.
Misinterpreting her response, he said, “Still cold? Why don’t you take a warm shower to chase away the chill?”
The thought of a shower didn’t seem all that appealing unless he’d join her there. “Only if you help me scrub my back.”
He gulped and a wash of bright color spilled across his cheeks. With a nod, he said, “I’ll be there in a few minutes. I just have to get some things ready.”
She slipped out of his jacket and handed it back to him. Dragging out her sexy self, she teased, “Don’t keep me waiting too long or I may have to get started without you.”
The color grew even deeper across his face and a line of sweat erupted along his temple. “That might be kind of fun to watch.”
Now it was her time to experience the rush of heat as she imagined just that. Between her legs, her clit throbbed and begged for attention.
“Let me show you the bathroom,” he said and guided her to a room that ran almost the length of the far side of the house. Inside there was a massive shower and a hot tub big enough for at least two or three people, but then again, Mark was a big man. A lean 6’4”, he’d need the extra space if he wanted to soak.
A vanity with double sinks once again hinted at the fact that he had envisioned sharing the space with someone else. Tonight, however, the area around the one sink lacked any clutter.
Mark snagged a thick towel from a rack by the shower and handed it to her. “I’ll be back soon,” he said and as if to prove his point, he kissed her hard, driving her up against the glass of the stall. He ravaged her with his mouth and swept his hands inside her dress again to squeeze and coax her nipples into tight little peaks.
She moaned into his mouth and then whispered, “Don’t take too long.”
With a wink, he bent and dropped a kiss on the tip of one breast. “I won’t.”
He exited the room and she quickly slipped out of her dress, folded it neatly, and claimed the space by the unused sink. Returning to the shower, she fiddled with the controls until she had streams of deliciously hot water shooting from the sides of the shower and raining down on her from above.
As she stepped inside, the heat of the water obliterated any hint of the night chill and awoke another kind of need in her. Her nipples, sensitized from his caresses, tingled as the water sluiced over them and down between her legs to another delicate area.
He had ignited a fire inside her earlier, stronger than anything she had ever felt with any other man, and now that fire roared back to life, demanding satisfaction.
She leaned against the slick glass tiles of the stall and cradled her breast in one hand while finding her center with the other. With one little press of her thumb along her clit and sharp tweak of her nipple, endless vibrations of pleasure flooded her body.
She released a sharp breath, surprised by the strength of her desire. Wanting to find fulfillment with him while giving him the same pleasure he had already provided her.
The snick of the bathroom door opening snared her attention.
He entered with robes in hand and hung them on a hook by the shower. When he opened the door to the stall, she couldn’t resist eyeballing every deliciously naked inch of him. Well, naked except for the condom already in place over his very impressive erection.
“I can’t wait,” he said. In one swift move he pinned her against the tiles and trapped his erection between their bodies.
“I can’t either.” She met his lips with hers, opening her mouth to the invasion of his tongue as she hiked her leg up his thigh and guided him to her center.
He entered her forcefully, hauling rough breaths from both of them.
“You feel so good,” he said and leaned his forehead against hers to gaze down at where they were joined.
Inside her, tremors of awareness were growing steadily at the feel of his hot thick cock buried deep. As much as she wanted him to move, she loved the sensation of fullness he created and murmured, “Don’t move. Not yet. God, not yet.”
He kissed her again, more tenderly than his first urgent kiss, and soothed his hands down her shoulders to her breasts. “Let me taste some more, then.”
Bending, he sucked and licked. Teethed the sensitive tips until her body was shaking and every little tug of his mouth made her clench and caress his cock. When he moaned and ground his hips up into her, the first rush of her climax rolled over her body.
“Oh, God, Mark,” she cried out and drove her hips down into him, deepening his penetration.
Sweet Lord, but she was gorgeous when she came, he thought. He barely held back his own release at the sight of her, but he couldn’t hold on for much longer. His balls were tight and his dick throbbed with the pressure of her pussy all along its length.
He braced one hand against her back to cushion her and with the other, hiked her other leg up around his waist. With a strong shift of his hips, he pulled out and then surged into her, driving her up against the wall. Feeling the friction of her fisting around him as he retreated and pushed forward again, yanking those soft sexy cries from her.
“Come for me, Bridget. Come for me, babe,” he urged as he made love to her, shifting in and out of her warm wet pussy. Fighting his own release to bring her another climax as her body trembled against his.
She wrapped her legs tight around his waist and dug her fingers into the hard muscles of his shoulders, the bite of her strong hands intensifying the sensations rolling through him as he kept on pumping into her. As he watched her and saw passion making her gaze darken and widen. Relished the sight of her perfect breasts moving with each thrust of his hips.
“Mark,” she keened and closed her eyes, but he wanted to see her fall over with him.
“Open your eyes, Bridget. I want to see you come. I want you to see me come,” he urged and a second later, she obeyed his command and locked her gaze on him.
He lost it, his body shaking and his knees almost collapsing as his release slammed into him. His cock jerked and throbbed as he climaxed, her name on his lips.
She dragged him close and kissed him, her breath as unsteady as his, but calming as the tenderness of the kiss slowly brought peace to their union.
He didn’t want to leave her right away and somehow managed to keep her standing while staying joined with her. It just felt . . . right in a way it hadn’t in a very long time. Maybe never.
Right and yet, so wrong because he wasn’t the kind of man Bridget needed in her life.
She needed someone who could be a forever man.
But she only asked you for one night of pleasure, the little voice in his head reminded.
She must have sensed something was up as he slipped out of her and stepped back. “Are you okay? Was this okay?”
“It was way more than okay,” he said and that was the problem.
Chapter 6
Bridget wasn’t quite sure how to read him at that moment. His words said one thing, but sadness filled his gaze and spoke a far louder message.
She cradled his cheek and the stubble of his evening beard was soft beneath her palm. “Don’t leave me, Mark. Not when it was this good between us.”
He quirked his full and very male lips in a half smile. “I’m glad you thought it was good, too. As for leaving, I just need to take care of something and I’ll be back to help you clean up.”
He dropped a quick kiss on her lips and stepped out of the shower. With spare precise moves, he rid himself of the used rubber and was back as promised, a washcloth in hand.
“Ready?” he asked, the shadows in his gaze replaced by a wicked gleam.
She whipped the washcloth from his grasp. “You first.”
He grinned and spread his arms wide. “Be my guest.”
She drowned the washcloth by one of the lateral shower he
ads and dumped a load of soap onto it from a nearby dispenser.
With his broad muscular chest filling most of her view, it seemed like the perfect place to start. She spread the soap all across the defined muscles and then moved downward across the ridges of his abs, following the tempting line of dark hair to his cock.
She resisted the urge to encircle him, knowing there would be time enough for that later. Instead she bent and washed the lean muscled length of his legs before rising to stand before him.
The tips of her breasts were hard once more and tingling from the simple brush of his skin and soft chest hairs. She wanted him inside again already, but banked that desire.
She tossed aside the washcloth and ran her hands all along his chest and arms, loving the feel of his hard muscles beneath her palms. Relishing the slight tremble that said he liked her touch.
He drew in his breath sharply as she ran the tips of her fingers down his center to his navel, where she playfully swirled her index finger around the indent. She moved her hand lower, but he grabbed it and tugged it upward playfully.
“My turn, Bridget.”
Mark pumped the liquid soap out onto his hand and leisurely spread it all across the elegant slope of her shoulders and down to her hands. Those hands that had caused him so much exquisite torture just moments before.
God how he had wanted her to put her hands on him. Stroke him to completion. Take him into that amazing mouth that was now just inches from his.
He bent and covered her mouth with his, nipping at her lips to open and accept the slide of his tongue as he slipped his hands down to her breasts and spread the slick soap all across the hard tips and the softness beyond.
She sighed into his mouth, the breath long and so full of need.
He understood and yet just touching her, with nothing else, her skin electric beneath his hands, her muscles quivering, was amazingly erotic and he didn’t want the moment to end so quickly.
Over and over he kissed her, swirling his tongue into her mouth and out to sample the edges of her lips as he moved farther down her body. That long strong body that had driven him crazy from the moment he’d first seen her in her Army uniform.
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