Indiscretions

by Lori Borrill

  He’d had a fighting chance last week when the attraction was purely physical. But everything he’d heard and seen since then had opened a weakness in his heart, and when the need for her body met with the knowledge that there was a tender, considerate woman inside, his armor crumbled into dust.

  The want was too severe, the hunger too great, and though he knew this could come back and bite him, right now he had to take what his body craved.

  When she stepped inside the large master bedroom, she pulled the white flimsy T-shirt over her head, revealing two luscious round breasts. The sight stopped his momentum and rooted him in place, unable to do anything but stare at that shapely form as she wiggled out of her sweats and stood naked before him.

  There was the image, the one from Hush magazine that had haunted his dreams, and would probably do so forever. Soft, curvy hips rounding down to firm thighs, the small tattoo of a butterfly fluttering up her waist, the faint dusting of hair barely covering her sex. The images had been embossed into his memory and now it was all displayed before him, ready for his taking.

  He doubted he’d last long enough for a simple touch.

  Untwisting his tongue, he managed to utter, “You’re so beautiful,” in a way that made her smile. Maybe it was the tremor in his voice, or the heavy tent in his slacks. Whatever the case, the appreciative smile brought him joy, and propelled him into action.

  While she sauntered to the bed and stretched herself over the duvet, he kicked off his shoes and got naked, remembering to pull the lone condom from his wallet before tossing his trousers on the chair. He wished he had more, quite assured by studying the sultry look in her eye that one time wouldn’t be enough. But forcing himself to take first things first, he tossed it on the nightstand and stepped to the edge of the bed.

  His cock stood hard and erect between them, removing any doubt she might have as to her effect on him. And when she eyed it unabashedly, her wicked smile nearly pushed him to the edge. She had the most enchanting bedroom eyes, bright and vivid blue, they somehow managed to look seductive yet vulnerable at the same time. They were inept at hiding her thoughts, and what he saw in them ripped his mind of any trace of reservation as he lowered to the bed and stretched out next to her.

  Her silky body caressed over him like satin sheets, her legs snaking around his, her hands smoothing up his back. If there was such a thing as pure perfection, he now held it in his arms, and when he pressed his mouth to those plump, rosy lips, their sweetness sent a bolt of heat straight through him.

  “Every inch of you is so tantalizing, I don’t know where to start,” he admitted, taking a bare breast in his palm to admire its virtues.

  “That’s a good place,” she whispered, cupping her hand over his.

  He kissed his way toward the luscious mounds, savoring the smooth lines of her neck, the tender arc of her shoulder, the flowery scent of her perfume. He didn’t let a spot go unexplored until his lips had reached her nipple and he sucked it into his mouth.

  She arched into him, those slim fingers digging into his biceps and urging him to continue.

  Her tender coos washed over him as he nibbled and licked, the sexy moans inspiring him, her encouraging hands slipping around his neck and holding him against her.

  “Suck harder,” she begged, and he happily obliged, circling one nipple with his thumb while he bit and sucked the other.

  She squirmed under him, her breath beginning to labor until he abandoned her breasts to continue his travels downward. He met the light and wispy butterfly that hovered southeast of her navel, tracing it with his tongue as he brushed his hands over her hips and down her thighs, using all his senses to absorb and explore this beautiful woman.

  His hand slipped around her knee and came back up her inner thigh, and when it neared the apex, she groaned and parted her legs in welcome.

  The scent of sex wafted up and wrapped hold of him, surging more blood to his cock and trapping the air in his lungs. “You’re going to undo me,” he said as he dipped lower, his mind begging him to slow while his body begged him to hurry. He’d wanted to enjoy a tempered savor, to tease and torment until she sobbed for release, but when he touched a finger between her folds and was greeted with slick desire, he lost any chance at control.

  She quaked and cried when he swiped his tongue between her flesh, the sweet taste starting a churning in his chest he’d never felt before. It was a guttural need to feel this woman unravel at his hand, to take possession of her body as a key to her soul. Like taming a wild horse and having it answer only to him, he wanted to learn how to lift her high and how to bring her down hard. But he doubted he could quell his own greed in order to do that thoroughly. She was too hot and he was too needy. So instead of mastering her in one session, he opted to take her in small courses, starting with how it felt to have her come against his lips.

  He slid off the bed and knelt between her legs, spreading her wide and pulling her toward him until those glorious petals of flesh splayed open for him. And when she caught the intent in his eyes, a hazy smile curved her lips.

  He smoothed a light finger over her hot wet clit, grinning when the strength left her body and she sank against the bed. He took alternate turns watching her then pressing light kisses to her thighs, circling his tongue around her flesh then watching her gasp and groan when he slipped a finger inside.

  Her languid body surged when his thumb made contact with her sensitized nub, and when her gaze met his she mouthed the word, “Yes.”

  “You like that?” he teased. “How about this?”

  He replaced his thumb with his tongue, swiping a long slow stroke across her clit as he lifted his finger and pressed it against her G-spot. Her body shook, the urgent groan from her chest sounding foreign and dire.

  She slipped her fingers through his hair and arched toward him. “Please, don’t stop now. It feels so good and I need it bad.”

  He wrapped his arm around her thigh and lifted it high, spreading her wider as he granted her request and took her into his mouth.

  A hard shiver ran through her, spilling from her body into his as he sucked and licked, twirling his tongue in circles faster and harder until her fingers trembled and she broke in two. With a strangled moan the orgasm hit hard, gripping her tightly, her body pulsating against his lips until she let out a cry and began to buck and squirm. Her sharp release swelled his loin, sending such sharp sensation through him he feared he might come from the ecstasy of her release.

  This was exactly how he knew it would be—hot and greedy, like no other sex he’d had before. And when her climax finally subsided and she lay sated on the bed, he decided it was time to move on to the next course.

  Sheathing himself quickly, he lowered onto the bed, ready to spread her wide and take her. But before he could, she came to her knees and turned so her entrance faced him from behind.

  “Take me this way,” she urged, wiggling her ass.

  Not one to argue, he leveled his thighs with hers, held her hips firm and slowly slid his throbbing cock into her hot, slick core. Smooth velvet coated him, draining any remnant tension from his neck, down his back and off his tired muscles. Her eager moan sang like music in his ears, and he pushed deeper, slow and steady until his waist hit the tender flesh of her ass and he couldn’t go farther.

  A curse slipped from his lips. This was too luxurious to bear, and knowing that the slightest stroke would throw him swiftly over the edge, he held steady for a while, bending over to toy with her breasts until the impending threat of climax calmed.

  “I love the way you fill me,” she said, pushing herself closer and sinking in just a little more. “I knew you’d fit just right.”

  He bent close to her ear and confessed, “If I dare move I’m going to come right now.”

  She giggled, and the vibration almost proved his words. “Then you’ll just have to come again later.”

  “I’ve only got one condom.”

  “I’ve got more.”

  It
was nice to know, but the embarrassment of quick release kept him in place, and instead, he dipped his fingers to her clit and began circling it slowly.

  “Ohhhh,” she moaned. “I like that.”

  And then as if to taunt him, she flexed her muscles and massaged his cock from inside.

  “Oh, hell,” he said, the feeling too glorious to try to discourage. And though he knew it would be the beginning of a quick end, he couldn’t help but gently rock in rhythm with her moves.

  “Yeah, keep stroking me,” she urged, arching farther and spreading wider.

  She reached a hand between them and grabbed his balls, sending a burst of sensation that gripped his jaw and tightened his spine. She stroked his sac over her heat while she rocked, pushing and squeezing those talented muscles to the point where all he had to do was hold on and enjoy the ride.

  Though he wasn’t foreign to women, he’d never experienced anything like this, and his fears of coming too soon took a backseat to the simple wonder of where all of this would end.

  She nudged up, leaning into him until he was no longer kneeling but sitting on the bed, her body impaled on him from behind, her hands still gripping his balls and stroking them over her clit. She rocked and thrust, leaning her back against his chest while he brought his hands to her breasts and began toying with her taut nipples.

  Wet sex encased him, steaming the blood in his veins as the slow burn began to take over. It started in his chest and twirled down his belly like a cyclone, building speed as it whipped toward the place where their bodies joined.

  “Oh, babe, I’m going to come,” he warned. But all she did was churn faster.

  She pulled his hand from her breast to her sex. “Stroke me there, like you did before.” And when he did, her labored breath told him she was just as near.

  Once, twice, he twirled his fingers around her clit until her thighs flexed and her hands gripped tight for support. She ground against him, squeezing and rocking until the pressure reached the end and he couldn’t hold on.

  His shaky fingers barely registered her climax as he clamped his mouth to the nape of her neck and smothered a grunt of release. It took him over, thrusting his body up and over until she was no longer on his lap but bucking against him on all fours.

  He gasped for air, the orgasm taking control of his body as he held on tight and drained into her.

  In that instant, time stopped, awareness of anything but the rippling sensations lost in the ecstasy of the moment. He closed his eyes, urgent groans tangled in his throat, and only when the pulses began to subside did he discover he’d ended up nearly on top of her.

  His hands were draped around her waist, holding her close while the heavy beat of his heart thumped against her back. They both wrangled for air, their lungs working hard to restore the oxygen in their blood. And then slowly and tenderly, he slid from her, turned her over and slipped by her side.

  A trickling warmth slid through him when he felt her lips press gently against his chest. “I knew you’d be amazing,” she said. And while he savored the compliment, he had trouble feeling as though he had anything to do with it. If that Hush magazine spread had etched her body onto his mind, this encounter in the flesh would seal her there for eternity. It was, without a doubt, the best sex he’d ever had. And they’d only gotten started.

  He held her against him until the strength came back to his limbs and he was able to return her soft caresses and tender kisses. Their bodies meshed together like hand in glove, legs intertwined and hearts beating together while they rested and reflected on the encounter.

  And when she finally spoke again, she looked at him with that sexy worried brow. “No regrets, remember?”

  He kissed her lips. “I confess, I have one.” The worried brow darkened to anger, and before she could whop him, he tilted her chin and looked her in the eyes. “I regret that we didn’t do this a week ago.”

  8

  “I’VE COME TO A CONCLUSION.” Rachel set the garden salad she’d ordered from room service on the king-size bed then slid under the sheet next to Marc. “I’ve decided you’re a way nicer guy without your clothes on.”

  Marc laughed heartily.

  “See?” She pointed a finger as she fluffed a pillow and got comfortable. “That right there. It proves my point. I’ve been here over a week and this is the first time I’ve heard you laugh.” Through a sultry smile, she added, “Do you know how sexy you are when you laugh?”

  He scooted back and settled against the headboard, trying to decide whether he should be flattered, amused or insulted. He opted for turned on, not only from the bedroom look of her rosy cheeks and mussed-up hair, but by the unassuming way she had of speaking her mind. Marc had always appreciated that in a woman, though he had to admit he hadn’t expected it from this one.

  “No, I suppose I don’t,” he said, still chuckling.

  She picked a slice of kiwi from the plate and slipped it between her lips, licking the juice from her finger in a casual move that shot straight to his cock. He wondered if she had any idea how much sex appeal she could pack in the simplest of gestures. Given the oblivious expression on her face, he gathered she didn’t.

  “You’re a dreamboat when that dimple pops out and you flash those beautiful teeth,” she said. “You should make it a permanent part of your uniform.”

  “I’ll make a note of that.”

  He grabbed a carrot stick and took a bite while trying hard to get a fix on this curious woman. Her comments should have embarrassed him, but given the breezy way she’d made them, he couldn’t find it in him. It was one in a long line of surprises she’d been tossing his way since she showed up at the resort.

  From the beginning Rachel had been throwing him curves. When he’d concluded she was spoiled, she’d showed a tender caring side. When he’d labeled her pampered, she’d unveiled a strength that rivaled the toughest men. When he’d pegged her as a manipulative flirt, she’d leveled him with unabashed honesty.

  Yet despite those sides of her, the spoiled, pampered flirt was still in there, adding enticing layers to a woman he was finding increasingly complicated.

  “I mean, really,” she said, rolling onto her side and propping her head in her hand. “You run a resort. That’s got to be up there with personal shopper as one of the best jobs on the planet.”

  He nodded. “I suppose it is.”

  “Then why so glum all the time?”

  The remark took him aback. “I’m not glum.” She snorted.

  “I’m not,” he defended. “The job keeps me busy, is all.”

  “Yes, Brett tells me you’re all but married to the place. And if it seemed you were having fun that would be one thing, but…” Instead of finishing the sentence she simply shrugged.

  “I have lots of fun.”

  She scoffed. “Brett has lots of fun. And given his tennis career, I can see why he’s here. You, I haven’t been able to figure out.”

  Bugged by something he couldn’t put his finger on, he finished his carrot and frowned. “What’s there to figure out?”

  “What you’re doing here, for starters. How is it you ended up running a resort?”

  He shrugged. “It’s something I’ve always wanted. Ever since I was a kid on vacation, I wanted to find a place like this and stay forever.”

  “So you did a lot of vacationing when you were growing up.”

  He reached for a celery stick as he considered the question. “Two or three times a year, I suppose. My folks are both corporate executives. Our home life was always interrupted by last-minute business trips and conference calls. Between my mom and dad, one was always in the middle of some sort of big deal or corporate emergency. But a few times a year, the four of us got away, no faxes or telephones. All attention was on me and Brett. I think I grew up associating places like this with something special. As long as I can remember, I’ve always wanted to be a part of it on a permanent basis.”

  “And has it turned out to be everything you’d tho
ught it would be?”

  “Sure. Granted, it’s a lot of work. Resorts don’t run themselves. And with the partnership, investor reports need to be maintained, but still—” he waved a hand over the room “—look around. This place is beautiful. It’s like working in paradise.”

  She made a face as if she didn’t believe him.

  “What?”

  “You surprise me, that’s all. I assumed you’d had your sights set on becoming the next big hotel magnate—nose to the grindstone, building your empire kind of guy. By seeing you on the job, I wouldn’t have thought you were here because you wanted to spend your life basking in paradise.”

  “Well, no. There hasn’t been much time for recreation. But I take the time to enjoy it all.”

  She made that disbelieving face again. “Right. When did you last have a day off?”

  The gnawing annoyance came back. It seemed he’d unwittingly slipped into a petri dish and was about to be studied and analyzed. Or worse, end up on the receiving end of a ton of unsolicited advice.

  He wasn’t interested. He liked his life, loved what he did for a living and was proud of how far he’d come in his thirty-four years. What he didn’t like was having to defend it or refute the idea that he might have missed something in his meticulously calculated plans.

  “Christmas?” she asked when he didn’t answer quickly enough.

  Absently, he shook his head. “We’re open on Christmas. People come here for the holidays. It’s actually quite a big event—”

  “You’re kidding. You didn’t even go home for Christmas?”

  His aggravation welled. “My parents were just here in September—”

  “You mean you skipped Thanksgiving, too?”

  Pushing the platter to the side, she slid from the sheet and straddled her naked body over his lap. “Mr. Strauss,” she started, trailing a finger down his chest and flashing such a flirty, teasing smile that his annoyance quickly faded. “Or should I say, Mista Scrooge,” she added in a thick Cockney accent. “Hasn’t anyone told you that all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy?”