Tell Me Your Secrets

by Virginia Cavanaugh

  As she waited for the lift to open she looked around the lobby. A woman, smiling wide, approached her. Red hair dusted with gray had been artfully arranged in an updo on her head.

  “I see you’ve made use of our library.”

  Jesenia looked down at the book in her arm and then back to the woman. “Yes. I hope you don’t mind, but the gentleman in the library told me I was free to take it to my room. I know it’s old, but I’ll make sure not to let anything happen to it.”

  “I’m sure you will, my dear. I’m Áine Byrne, owner of Castle Tullamore. And you’re welcome to any reading materials as long as they find their way back to the library.”

  So this was the Áine Dorian had mentioned. “Thank you, Ms. Byrne. I promise to return it soon.”

  “The Book of Ardal. My, I didn’t know we had a copy. Are you sure you want to be reading it?”

  Jesenia blinked, a little confused. “Is there a reason that I shouldn’t?”

  “It contains some stories of an evil nature. You Americans might call them urban legends.”

  Interesting. “I was directed to it by the internet when I was looking for information regarding wolves in Ireland.”

  Áine laughed. “Lass, there hasna been any wolves in Ireland since somewhere around the eighteenth century.”

  “What if I told you I saw one last night?”

  Áine’s brow furrowed. “I would say that is strange indeed. But you must have been mistaken.”

  Great! Even the old woman thinks I’m nuts. Jesenia didn’t have time to stand here and argue. She had to build her case first and her answers might very well lie in the book in her arms. The doors to the lift dinged and slid open. “Perhaps I was mistaken. It was nice meeting you, Ms. Byrne.” She stepped inside the compartment and sighed when the doors closed.

  Surely if there was once a wolf presence in Ireland then there could be one now. Just because people didn’t see them didn’t mean they didn’t exist. A smile pulled at her lips. If she could prove that, then maybe she could help do something to get them protected. Yeah, one had tried to eat her last night, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t help it out. It was wild and didn’t know any better.

  She stepped off the lift as the doors opened and she crossed the hall to her door and unlocked it. It swung shut behind her as she sauntered to the desk and placed the old book on the polished surface. Before she sat down a knock sounded at the door. She stood on tiptoe to look through the peephole. A large, sexy Dorian stood on the other side.

  Jesenia turned, placing her back against the door as her heart rate accelerated. “Shit,” she whispered. Another knock. “Just a minute,” she called out as she dashed into the bathroom.

  She flipped the switch and ran her fingers through her hair. Shit, why had she skipped putting on makeup this morning? She gave her cheeks a quick pinch and decided it was the best she could do with no time, and returned to the door. She inhaled a steadying breath, twisted and pulled on the brass knob. “Can I help you?”

  Dorian smiled. “That depends.”

  Oh damn. That smile of his was a dangerous thing. “And what does it depend on?”

  Dorian stepped into her room and walked past her. She closed the door as her brows rose. “Well come on in.” She hoped he caught the sarcasm. She turned to look at him and he winked at her.

  “Thanks.”

  She rolled her eyes, placing her hands on her hips. “So what do you want?”

  “What are you willing to give me?”

  Her core pulsed as her body let her know what it preferred she give him. “How about directions to the door?”

  “Ah, lass. Do you really want me to go so soon? I just got here.”

  No, she didn’t. And didn’t that just chap her ass. She pursed her lips.

  “I came to check on you.”

  “Oh. Well, I’m good. Walking fine. Thanks for checking on me.” She needed to get him out of her room before she did something stupid.

  Dorian sat on the bed and started sifting through some of the printouts she’d made last night. “My, my, Jesenia. Are you really still convinced you saw a wolf?”

  She rushed to the bed and started gathering the papers. “I know what I saw. And it’s still out there.” She plucked the last sheet from his hand, walked over to the desk and laid them on top of the book she’d brought in.

  “You’ve become obsessed. Did you even sleep last night?”

  Jesenia decided not to answer him. So what if she’d stayed up all night. She was still fine and of sound mind. Hell, when her muse wasn’t being a hiding little bitch she pulled all-nighters a lot. She turned to face him. “I’m fine. You can go now.”

  “Jesenia, it’s three o’clock in the afternoon. If you didna sleep last night you really should be in bed.”

  She crossed her arms in front of her chest. “And I guess you think you’re my daddy now and can tell me what I should be doing and when? I hate to tell you, but I’m a grown woman and I can figure things out on my own.”

  Dorian stood and crossed over to her, closing the gap between them. She sucked in a breath and tensed.

  He brought his hand up and pushed a lock of hair behind her ear. “I know you’re a grown woman.” His gaze traveled to her breasts. “Oh how I know that.” His gaze came back up to her face. “And what I feel toward you is not in any way something a dad would feel.”

  Her hands went to his chest as his pelvis met hers. The hard length of his erection pushed into her lower belly. She licked her lips as his hand cupped the side of her face.

  “Stop me, Jesenia,” he whispered.

  “Why would I want to?”

  He groaned and closed the gap, molding his mouth to hers. Jesenia parted her lips for his seeking tongue and moaned into the depths of his mouth. Her hands lifted to his neck and settled in his hair. A powerful hand gripped her bottom, pulling her closer into the welcoming heat of his body. Damn, he could kiss. His tongue played a sensual game with her senses, gliding back and forth provocatively against her own.

  Her nipples tightened into sensitive buds as liquid heat coated her labia. Could she really do this? She hadn’t had sex in so long, and she was covered by the Pill. She had to take it to keep her regular. But she barely knew this guy. And it really shouldn’t make a difference how hot he was, but it did. Still, she needed to be smart. She pulled her mouth away from his. “Maybe we should…”

  His lips found her neck. Tongue and teeth played a wicked game against her sensitive flesh and she dug her fingers into his shoulders as her pussy began to throb, aching to be filled.

  He nipped her earlobe and whispered, “Maybe we should what, lass?”

  Oh God, that accent did things to her. Fuck it. You only live once. “Maybe we should move to the bed.”

  He picked her up. “Aye, lass. Good idea.”

  She wrapped her legs around his lean hips. The seam of her jeans combined with the contact of his erection applied pressure to her clit and she moaned, capturing his mouth again with hers. He sat on the edge of the mattress and she rocked her hips against him, wanting more of that awesome contact. His hands found the hem of her shirt, and she released his lips long enough for him to pull the fabric over her head.

  His fingers made quick work of the hooks on her bra. “Jesenia.”

  She moaned as he palmed her breasts, rubbing her nipples with his thumbs. His hands were calloused, and the friction they caused felt wonderful. She arched her back and sucked in a sharp breath as he drew one nipple into his hot mouth. “Yes, Dorian. That feels so good.”

  His hands landed on her hips and she moaned as he changed their position and her back sank into the softness of the mattress. He pressed his groin tight against her spread legs, his hard cock pushing on her pussy. She wanted the pants out of the way. He sucked her other nipple into his mouth and she wrapped her legs tight around his waist, lifting her hips to increase the contact. Her panties were soaked.

  He released her nipple and brought his mouth dow
n on hers again. She moaned as her hands between their bodies worked to loosen his pants. A chirping noise filled the air. Dorian groaned and reached for his pocket as he continued to kiss her.

  Jesenia sucked in air as he broke away from her lips and put a cell phone to his ear.

  “What.”

  She frowned. Really? He was going to answer the phone right now? And did he just growl?

  “I’ll take care of it.” Dorian tossed the phone on the mattress. “I have to go, but first…”

  Jesenia cried out as Dorian pressed the palm of his hand against her clit and bit down on her nipple. It didn’t hurt or break skin. Instead it sent a wondrous sensation to dance through her pussy as he rubbed her clit. The orgasm shot through her without warning. Her core pulsed and creamed as he sucked her abused nipple into his mouth.

  He gave the taut bud one last flick of his tongue and then lifted his head to meet her gaze. “I like the way you come for me.”

  Breaths sawed in and out of her lungs as she looked up at him. Her pussy still tingled with the aftermath of the orgasm. She tried to focus on what he said. “You have to leave?”

  Dorian scooted backward and rose to his feet. “Yes. But I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

  Jesenia’s gaze snapped to the erection peeking out from the waistband of his boxers. Big. Her core gave a hard pulse, wanting it. His hands hooked the fastenings.

  “Sleep, Jesenia.” He leaned down and kissed her lips, then straightened. “I’ll be back before you know it.”

  She closed her eyes and huffed a breath as she heard the snick of the door closing behind him. What in the hell had just happened? Well, besides an awesome orgasm?

  Dorian closed the door and held back the curse that wanted to leave his mouth. His cock throbbed painfully and he wanted nothing more than to go back in there and bury it deep inside Jesenia’s warm, wet pussy. Fuck, the smell of her passion hung heavy in his nose. He ground his teeth and walked toward the lift. There wasn’t any time to be selfish. Seamus had spotted Grady near the woods, and with Jesenia looking for proof of the wolf’s existence, he really had to take Grady down fast. When Áine had called his cell and told him he might want to check up on her guest in 405, he’d ground his teeth. The stubborn woman just couldn’t give it up. His plan had been to go in there and redirect her. But he hadn’t planned on his reaction to her. That first flash of desire had brought the smell of roses and jasmine into his nose. His cock had come awake instantly.

  She was dangerous. He needed to handle his job and get the fuck away from her. So why the bloody hell had he told her he’d be back? He reached down and adjusted his thick cock beneath his pants. Yeah. He knew why. It was his dick talking.

  He strode out of the hotel and headed for the woods. This task wouldn’t be easy, but it had to be done.

  Chapter Three

  With a jerk, Jesenia came awake, looking from side to side. Her top and bra were missing and she lay across the bed in the wrong direction. Reality sank in. She’d fallen asleep after Dorian had left. A small amount of light came from the bathroom, but the rest of the room was dark. How long had it been since he’d gone?

  She sat up, pushing her hair away from her face, and looked toward the alarm clock on the nightstand. After midnight. Her gaze panned the room again, but there wasn’t any sign of him. So much for him coming back. Unless she’d managed to sleep through his knocking. She sat up, hugging herself as she scooted off the bed.

  The room temperature had dropped a few degrees since he’d been there. She quickly spotted her shirt and bra and put them back on. There was no way to know what room Dorian rented. She didn’t even know his last name, so calling the front desk was out. Her gaze went to the phone on the night stand, hoping to see the message light blinking, but it wasn’t.

  She plopped down into the chair at the desk and sighed. So what if he hadn’t come back? He’d given her one hell of an orgasm. She could run with that and call it good. So why did she feel tightness in her chest if that was true?

  “Aaaghh.” She stood and started to pace the room. She couldn’t develop feelings for this guy. Definitely not this quickly. She went to the window and pulled back the drapes. A full moon brightened the night sky. Now that her sexual frustrations had been taken care of, she really needed to go back to chasing her muse. Her editor wanted a story sometime soon.

  Movement down on the beach caught her eye. She focused on the large, solid form as it walked toward the shore. She knew those shoulders. What the hell was Dorian doing down on the beach at this hour? Maybe he had come by and she hadn’t heard him. Well, whether he did or didn’t, she knew where he was now.

  She moved quickly, slipping her feet into a pair of sandals and making her way to the door. A quick pat of her back pocket assured her that her key card was still there. She bypassed the lift and headed for the stairs, wanting to get outside.

  Jesenia hoped he’d still be there when she reached the shore. As she made her way outside and toward the beach, she started to wonder if this was such a good idea. The wolf could damn sure be out here still. Her gaze panned the area, but she didn’t see anything unusual. Hopefully the wild beast would stay away.

  Once again she saw the familiar outline of Dorian’s body. She swallowed hard as she realized he was nude and striding into the water. Her body warmed as she watched the muscles of his back and ass flex as he waded into the shallows. She’d never been skinny-dipping before, and she couldn’t think of a better partner to do it with.

  His back remained to her as she came upon the shore. She kicked her sandals off and the small pebbles bit into the soles of her feet. It wasn’t bad for her uninjured foot, but the other one stung. This beach wasn’t like the sandy one in Florida, but it sure as hell offered a better view. As she reached for the hem of her shirt, Dorian turned, now waist deep in the water.

  “Jesenia? What are you doing here?”

  She pulled her shirt free and reached back to unclasp her bra. “Isn’t it obvious?”

  He groaned. “Why don’t you go back to the hotel? I was about to come that way myself.”

  She shucked her pants and panties and started toward the water. “This sounds like more fun.”

  “You look good in moonlight,” he said, a husky quality lacing his words.

  Her feet touched the water and her jaw dropped. “Shit, that’s colder than I thought it’d be.”

  Dorian chuckled, then disappeared beneath the water, resurfacing quickly, running his hands back over his face and hair to clear them of excess water. Her nipples hardened, partly because of the cold and partly because of the sexy view in front of her.

  She waded in waist deep and Dorian closed the gap between them. Her body molded to his, her nipples sliding against his chest. She sighed in pleasure.

  His lips hovered above hers as his hands slipped down her body and cupped her ass, pulling her more firmly into him. “Such a temptation,” he whispered.

  His hard cock pressed into her belly and she wiggled against him. He nipped her lower lip and she gasped, loving the erotic slide of his teeth.

  Dorian squeezed her ass, lifting her against him until his cock was even with her pelvis. “I shouldn’t want you this much, Jesenia.”

  “I know what you mean. I barely know you.” She shivered.

  “You’re covered in gooseflesh. We can swim some other time. I know a way to warm you up. Wrap your legs around me.”

  They both moaned as she did as he asked. Her lower lips glided along his thick, large erection. He walked them out of the water and then proceeded to carry her toward the cliffs. She clung to his neck and locked her ankles behind his back.

  “Does the ground not hurt your feet?”

  He smiled. “No.”

  His mouth crashed down on hers and she opened wide for his seeking tongue. Each step bounced her just enough against his cock to tease her clit. She moaned, digging her fingers into his strong shoulders. The waves crashed and rolled, and the sound grew louder as
they neared the cliffs.

  The erotic slide of his tongue made her ache to feel his cock sliding inside her pussy. He was definitely bigger in size than any of her former lovers. It would be a tight fit, but she didn’t care. Wetness coated his shaft, making the glide of his cock against her pussy even more pleasurable.

  He broke away from her lips with a growl, releasing her bottom. Her legs slid down the outside of his and she stood on shaky legs. She glanced around at their surroundings and noticed he had taken them into a nook on the beach where the cliffs started to rise.

  Dorian gripped her hand and led her over to the side where smooth rock rose into the air. The tide must’ve risen here a lot to have worn it so smooth. With a gentle push on her lower back, he guided her to stand in front of it.

  “Put your hands up and lean into the rock.”

  She did as he instructed and gasped as the warm rock met her skin. It still held the heat from the day. He came up behind her and gripped her wrists, guiding her hands to a piece of rock that jutted above her head.

  “Hold on to this.”

  She nodded.

  “Don’t let go. I promise, you’ll enjoy everything I intend to do.”

  Her body tingled and desire coiled in her lower belly. The warm rock felt awesome against her nipples. His hands slid down her arms and over the sides of her breasts. Her core pulsed and she moaned. Dorian continued the downward caress of his hands, curling them around her hips and then sliding them between her bare belly and the rock.

  Jesenia gasped as one hand went up to cup her breast and the other cupped her pussy. She swiveled her pelvis into his touch. He applied pressure to her cunt, shoving her back against his cock as he rocked it against the cleft of her ass. His finger glided along her wet slit and he rubbed her clit.

  “So soft and wet, Jesenia.”

  She moaned, then inhaled a shuddering breath as his other hand left her breast and fisted in the hair at the nape of her neck. It wasn’t painful, but it damn sure was a message about who was in control. Her pussy creamed more.