Belong to You

by Cheyenne McCray

  By the end of dinner, she realized she’d had far too much wine. The waiter had brought a second bottle and kept refilling her glass and Mike’s, and she hadn’t kept track of how many she’d had. Three? She wasn’t much of a drinker, usually stopping at two glasses. Her face felt warm and she felt a tad bit dizzy as she finished her last glass of wine.

  When they finished dinner, they left and walked toward the lobby. People were walking into the resort, soaked from rain, or carrying umbrellas that were dripping onto the stone-tiled floor.

  “It’s a mess out there,” one man was saying to another. “Can’t see five feet in front of you.”

  “According to the forecast, it’s only going to get worse,” another man said.

  Anna looked at Mike who looked at her. “Since the weather is so bad, why don’t we stay the night here?” Mike asked. Her cheeks flushed with heat, but he added, “Separate rooms, of course.”

  She hoped her face hadn’t turned red. “That sounds like a good idea.”

  Mike walked toward the reservations desk and she fell into step beside him. His legs were so long that she had to walk faster just to keep up. He seemed to realize that he was walking a little too quickly for her and he shortened his strides.

  While Mike arranged for the rooms, Anna stepped aside and called her aunt to let her know that she wouldn’t be coming back tonight. Aunt Maria said she was glad to know that Anna wouldn’t be driving back in the storm.

  Once Mike had the keycards, they headed to their rooms that were across the hall from each other.

  In the middle of the hallway, he took her by her shoulders and lowered his head, his face hovering above hers as their gazes held. So much was said in that long look. She saw a depth of emotion in his eyes that matched the feelings inside her.

  Her throat felt thick and she could feel tears backing up behind her eyes. What was she doing to him? To herself?

  She needed to think and she couldn’t do so with him looking at her the way he was.

  He brought his mouth to hers and kissed her long and slow. Her breath escaped her and she didn’t think she could breathe again.

  Hunger for him grew from deep inside and it was almost blinding in its intensity. When he finally raised his head, her breathing was fast, her heart pounding hard.

  He brushed hair from the side of her face. “Good night, Anna,” he said softly.

  The ache in her throat made it difficult to swallow, but she managed. “Good night.”

  He took her keycard from her and opened her door before handing her the card again, and she gripped it tightly. She stood for a moment in the doorway as they looked at each other again before she slowly closed the door.

  She turned, her back against the door as she stared up at the ceiling. The tears did fall this time as she felt the pain of her betrayal so intensely that she knew she could never forgive herself.

  With a sob she slid down the door and hit the carpeted floor. She brought her knees to her chest and rested her forehead against her thighs and cried.

  When her tears finally dried, Anna rested the back of her head against the door. She had come to the conclusion that she had to at least tell Mike that she was being blackmailed, and that it was her fault the incident with Reg Schmidt ended up on the news.

  The only problem with that was she couldn’t tell Mike why she was being blackmailed. She just needed to tell him she couldn’t see him anymore.

  But if she didn’t do what Chad asked her to do, he’d let out that her aunt and uncle were here illegally, and Mike would be obligated to report it to the Border Patrol.

  God, what a mess. Such a huge, horrible mess.

  She stood and shrugged out of her black blazer and draped it over an armchair. She pulled her long dark hair back, tying it into a knot. After splashing cold water on her face and fixing her makeup, she straightened her spine, raised her chin, and headed toward the door. She almost forgot her keycard but grabbed it at the last minute.

  The consequences of what she was about to do hit her hard when she let her door close behind her. She crossed the hall and stood outside of his door.

  Deep breath in. Deep breath out.

  She raised her hand. Hesitated. Knocked on his door.

  Her heart beat faster. The click of the door being opened and then he was standing there, bigger than life.

  She caught her breath. He wasn’t wearing a shirt. She couldn’t help looking over the expanse of his muscular chest, down his rippled abs to his Wranglers and belt, the only things he was wearing. His feet were bare, too.

  Her gaze met his and she felt a heated flush of embarrassment when she saw the yearning in the depth of his brown eyes. He took her by her hand and drew her into his dimly lit room before closing the door behind her.

  She dropped the keycard and it landed on the floor by her feet. Her pulse raced and her lips parted as she saw the hunger in his expression.

  “I—” she started.

  He braced one hand on the doorframe, caging her in so that her back was against the door. He was so close that she felt the heat of his body burning through her blouse and skirt.

  “What are you doing here?” he murmured as his gaze focused on her lips.

  She couldn’t think. Why was she here? All she knew at that moment was that she wanted him to kiss her.

  Her tongue darted out to touch her lower lip and she cleared her throat. “I need to tell you something.”

  He lowered his head and his mouth hovered over hers, his breath feathering over her lips. Before she could say another word, he kissed her.

  And she was lost.

  Chapter 16

  Anna’s mind spun. She couldn’t think clearly. Mike’s kiss sent her reeling even more out of control. She kissed him in return, bracing her palms on his chest, feeling his power through her touch.

  She sensed his self-control was being tested and he was about to lose his tether on it. She wanted him to lose control…wanted him to take her. Make love to her.

  Love. God, she loved him so much that she could think of nothing but how much he meant to her.

  A low rumble rose from his chest and she felt the vibrations throughout her. He pressed himself against her, his denim-covered cock hard against her belly. He moved his lips from her mouth, across her cheek to her ear, and his stubble felt coarse against her skin.

  “Anna,” he murmured. She gasped as he nipped her earlobe, one of the most intense erogenous zones on her body. “So sweet.”

  The way he said the words caused butterflies to tickle her belly and she squirmed to get closer to him. The power in his hands sent more thrills through her as he moved his palms down her sides.

  His strength in personality as well as his physical strength made her want him in ways she had never wanted a man before.

  He slid his hands down, his touch burning her body, until he grasped her by her ass and picked her up. Her skirt slid up her thighs to her waist as she wrapped her legs around his hips.

  She barely realized she was digging her fingernails into his back as he continued to touch her and pin her against the door with his big body. He shifted her and his erection pressed against her, only her silky black panties and his jeans keeping them apart. She wriggled, wanting to feel him more firmly against her and he moved his hips. She gasped at the feel of him rubbing against her silk-covered folds.

  Inside her. Now. She had to have him, had to know what it would feel like to be joined completely with him. She wanted him to slide into her, stealing her breath and thought away as he took her.

  Wrong. This is wrong.

  No, it’s right. So very right.

  Nothing had ever felt more right in her life as his kiss, his touch, felt at this moment in time.

  As she clung to him, her thighs around his hips, he leaned back just enough to unbutton her blouse. He handled the buttons deftly and then he had her blouse open and he cupped her breasts through the black satin bra.

  His eyes met hers, passion burning
in his gaze. “You are incredible, Anna.” His voice was husky and filled with desire. “You are the strongest, most intelligent, sexiest, kindest woman I have ever met.”

  She swallowed as his gaze continued to hold hers. “Everything about you is amazing to me.”

  “You’re the amazing one.” He paused as he looked into her eyes, seeming to be waiting for something, waiting for her to tell him she wanted more, to tell him she wanted this as much as he did.

  Her voice came out in a near whisper. “I want you.”

  And I love you, her mind added but she wasn’t about to say the words aloud.

  Still holding her with her legs wrapped around his hips, he carried her to the king-sized bed in the center of the room and set her on her feet on the floor.

  He pushed her blouse over her shoulders and slid it down her arms. When it was off, he draped her blouse over a nearby chair before turning his attention back to her. He unfastened her bra, freeing her breasts before laying the bra over her blouse. “So damned beautiful,” he murmured. She moaned as he lowered his head and slipped his warm mouth over her nipple.

  “Please.” She slid her fingers into his hair. She didn’t know what she was begging for as he sucked each of her nipples, but she wanted it now. “Please, please, please.”

  He raised his head and she moved her hands to his shoulders as he cupped her face in his palms. He lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her slowly, tenderly, taking his time instead of answering her with matching urgency. It was clear he wanted to draw this moment out, make it special for both of them.

  She gave a little shudder of desire as he moved his hands down her shoulders to her waist, where he reached behind her and unzipped her skirt. The material slid over her bare legs and she stepped out of it, now only left in her black panties and red heels. He picked up the skirt and laid it over her other clothing.

  “So sexy.” He slid his fingers into her hair and released the knot she’d made in it before coming to his room. Her hair fell in long, loose waves over her shoulders and down her back. He nuzzled her hair and she heard him draw in his breath. “You smell incredible.”

  A gasp escaped her as he moved his hands to her breasts and fondled her nipples, rolling them between this thumbs and forefingers. She had a hard time breathing as her skin flushed hot and desire flowed through her core to every extremity. He set her senses on fire, and she felt like she might burn to cinders if he didn’t satisfy the flames inside her.

  He grasped the sides of her panties and he slid them down her body, guiding the panties with his hands until he was crouched in front of her. She trembled as he nuzzled the dark curls of her mound and she heard his inhale.

  “You smell like heaven.” He moved the panties down and she stepped out of them. She started to kick off her heels but he said, “Leave them. They’re sexy as hell.”

  He rose up until he was standing over her. With the four-inch heels she was taller than normal and it was easier to reach up and kiss him as she wrapped her arms around his neck. His bare chest was warm as she rubbed her nipples against him. He was so big, tall, and solid, his body hard against hers, his jeans rough against the soft skin of her belly and legs.

  She braced her palms on his pecs. Her hands trembled at first as she explored the muscular expanse of his upper body. So much steel beneath his skin. She’d never felt anything like his body. Excitement stirred in her veins, the desire to feel his weight on top of her.

  His body radiated tension, as if he wanted to take her and toss her on the bed now instead of waiting. The thought made her heart beat faster. She was tempted to hurry and remove his jeans, but she forced herself to slow down. She wanted to explore him in every way that she could, to savor every moment they had together.

  She moved her hands down his taut abs to his belt buckle. It took her a moment but she managed to unfasten his buckle before pulling the belt out of the loops. The buckle thumped on the floor as she tossed the belt aside.

  Blood throbbed in her ears as she unfastened the top button of his Wranglers, and she felt the length of his erection against the jeans as she pulled the zipper down. She pushed his jeans over his hips and to the floor, and he stepped out of them. He picked up the Wranglers and pulled his wallet out before setting the jeans aside. From within the wallet he drew out a foil package and laid it and the wallet on the nightstand.

  He wore boxer briefs that hugged his hips and stretched over his cock. She bit her lower lip, her body throbbing with desire as she traced the outline of his erection with her fingertips. He sucked in his breath and fisted his hands at his sides as if he was restraining himself from taking hold of her and taking control.

  Holding her breath, she hooked her fingers in the waistband of his underwear and tugged down on the cloth, releasing his cock. She let out her breath and wrapped her fingers around his cock, feeling the soft skin over the rigidness of his erection.

  She moved her hand up and down his shaft and rubbed her thumb over the head and spreading the beads of pre-come.

  “Anna,” he said with a note of warning in his voice. “My control isn’t going to last much longer if you keep that up.”

  She smiled to herself before grasping his boxer briefs and pulling them over his hips as she lowered herself to push the underwear down to his bare feet. She knelt in front of him as she grasped his cock and started to slide her mouth over the hard length of him.

  He caught her shoulders with his big hands and drew her up so that she was standing before him. He lowered his head and kissed her softly, moving his mouth over hers in a long, sweet kiss.

  They stood with their bodies pressed together and it felt as if his body was growing hotter, burning her in sensual heat. He moved her until the backs of her thighs hit the mattress. He reached down and pulled the covers back before grasping her by her waist. He lifted her and laid her in the middle of the bed.

  She looked up at him, thoughts going through her mind, all leading to how much she wanted him, cared for him…loved him.

  He took the foil packet from the nightstand, opened it, and drew out the latex circle. He tossed the package aside before rolling the condom down his cock.

  “Come to me.” Knees bent, thighs wide, she held out her arms to him. “Please.”

  “You take my breath away.” He eased onto the bed, pushing her knees farther apart as he knelt between her thighs. “Everything about you is special.”

  When he had shifted low enough, he pressed his lips to each of her knees, feather-light kisses that caused her to shiver with desire. He moved again so that he was now lower on the bed and he held her foot in his hand. He slipped off her heel and let it tumble to the floor. It tickled in the most delicious way as he kissed the arch of her foot. He trailed his lips up to the inside of her ankle and slowly made his way up to her knee. He darted his tongue out as he kissed her body.

  Another rumble rose up in him. “You’re so soft and you taste so good.” He kissed her again. “I can’t get enough of you.”

  She had grown so incredibly wet for him and she could barely wait for him to take his kisses even farther. She moaned and shifted on the bed, unable to control herself. Her legs trembled as he continued kissing her on her inner thigh to the soft skin between her thigh and her mound. He pressed his lips to her mound and she tensed, waiting for him to move lower.

  Instead, he moved his mouth to the inside of her other thigh and trailed his lips up to her knee. He tested her control to the extreme as he grasped her other foot, removed her heel, and kissed her arch before making his way slowly back up again.

  This time when his mouth touched her mound, he slid his hands under her ass, raising her a little. His broad shoulders pressed her thighs apart even more.

  In the next moment, he went down on her, sending her mind reeling. She gave a combination of a cry and a sigh as he slid his tongue down the length of her folds. He made a sound of pleasure as he licked and sucked her soft flesh and she wriggled beneath him, unable to control herse
lf as she made soft mewling sounds.

  She reached for him and slid her hands into his hair and clenched the strands in her fists. That seemed to spur him on more and he treated her to him sliding two fingers into her channel. She gasped, unable to take her gaze off the man between her thighs.

  An orgasm rolled toward her like a thunderstorm. White light flashed in her mind like lightning and her body trembled almost violently. A climax hit her with the strength of a hurricane. She threw her head back and cried out, gripping his hair even tighter in her clenched hands.

  When he stopped she was out of breath as she came down from the peak she’d just tipped over. He rose up and she let her fingers slide from his hair. He eased up her body so that he was above her and he locked his gaze with hers.

  “You look so beautiful when you climax.” He ran his knuckles over her flushed cheek. “I could watch you for hours.”

  He lowered himself and braced his hands to either side of her waist. She gripped his upper arms, her fingers nearly digging into his biceps.

  “There’s so much I want to do to you.” He studied her features. “For you. With you.”

  “Me, too,” she said softly.

  He reached between them and guided his erection to her folds. He moved his cock through her wetness, causing her to catch her breath as he rubbed her clit that was still sensitive from her orgasm.

  “I don’t want to wait.” She squirmed beneath him. “I need you now.”

  His smile was pained yet sensual. He placed his cock at the entrance to her channel as he held her gaze. Slowly, he pushed his way inside her.

  Her eyes flew open and she caught her breath as he slid deep within. He was so big that she didn’t know if she could breathe again.

  “You’re so tight.” He pushed himself all the way and her eyes widened from the feel of him stretching her and filling her so deep, like she’d never felt before. “And you’re so wet.”