She didn’t want the desire that was curling around her senses or the molten lust rushing through her veins but she couldn’t stop it if her life depended on it. She ignored the voice inside her telling her she’d just met him today and comparing the situation to all those pathetic one-nighters from her past. This seemed so different. He seemed different.
He cradled her head against his chest. She breathed in his comforting scent and her mouth went dry.
“You’re still trembling.” He held her at arms’ length and looked her over with worried eyes. “Let me get you a glass of wine.”
She nodded, too unsure of her voice to tell him he was causing her to quiver. She was afraid—not of him, but of what he was waking inside her.
He strode to the breakfast bar and uncorked the merlot.
She couldn’t shift her focus away from his broad shoulders or the way the muscles on the backs of his strong arms worked as he filled a wineglass for her.
Everything inside her was tense as a tightly wound spring. She tried to scare up the wherewithal to make him leave but she wanted him so badly that every inch of her literally ached for his touch.
He faced her and the worry was clear in his expression. “It’s okay now, Laura. I’m here.”
She drew a ragged breath when he wrapped one of those strong arms around her and held her against him.
“Take a sip.” He lifted the wine to her lips and tipped the glass.
She couldn’t tell if the drink or the man caused the warmth blooming in her belly.
He set the glass aside. “Better?”
She nodded and relaxed a little when he smiled.
He smoothed a hand over her damp hair. “You must be freezing. Why don’t you take a shower? Or maybe get into the hot tub?”
Her cheeks heated when she flashed on what she’d been doing in the Jacuzzi just half an hour earlier. She’d pictured Guy doing all sorts of wonderfully wicked things with her and now he was here. And she was sure he wouldn’t object to trying all she’d fantasized about. “The hot tub would be great.”
“Mind if I join you?”
Resistance was no longer an option. She’d die if he didn’t touch her soon. Why shouldn’t she indulge in a vacation fling? She couldn’t possibly develop strong feelings by making love with him only one time. Just this once she’d indulge in a night of passion like she used to. “That would be nice.”
A lusty grin brought out his dimples. “I don’t have swim trunks with me.”
Without uttering a word, she headed to the linen closet in the hall and grabbed two more towels. Then she crooked her finger at him and led him outside.
She set their towels on the ledge of the tub then lifted off her sundress and tossed it onto a chair.
Guy’s eyes widened as he stared at her in her low-cut black bathing suit.
She climbed into the hot tub. “Aren’t you coming in?”
“Oh yes. Nothing could stop me.” He shucked off his shirt and set it with Laura’s dress. Their eyes met as he kicked off his shoes and unbuckled his belt.
She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth as she slowly skimmed her gaze over his very fine body. He stripped down to his boxers then hesitated before climbing in.
She slid across the seat to make room for him. The warm, churning water felt wonderful. The sharp smell of chlorine stung her nose but as Guy moved closer she picked up on his masculine scent.
He stretched his arms over the edge and leaned his head back. She looked up at the sky, which dazzled with more stars than she’d ever seen before. “Beautiful night. Hard to believe there was an earthquake only a couple hours ago. When it started I thought it was me.” She moved her leg against his and delighted in the hard, muscled feel of him.
He narrowed his eyes at her. “I don’t understand.”
She dropped his gaze. “You know, like a really earth-moving kiss.”
He leveled a smoky stare at her. “I know exactly what you mean.” Hooking his arm around her shoulder, he reeled her in for another one. The sweet taste of wine lingered in his mouth as he teased her tongue. He stroked her hair and deepened his kiss.
Steam floated all around them, multiplying the heat of their tryst. Laura ran her hand up and down his side, slick from the water. Every inch of the man was roped with muscle. She luxuriated in the feel of his sinewy torso. The sweet ache between her thighs multiplied. There’d be no stopping now.
He trailed his tongue along her throat, down her neck, and she quivered.
He took his boxers off and set them on the ledge. “More than anything I want to please you. You’re so lovely and desirable.”
His words breathed confidence into her, and need. She’d never wanted a man more. She shifted her hand lower, over his hip and across his thigh to rest on his hard cock. She felt his breath lock as she rubbed his erection.
He stilled her hand and gave her a reassuring kiss when she silently questioned him. “Let’s slow it down, baby. I want to take care of you first.”
“You do?”
He answered her with a kiss. No man had ever cared if she came as long as he got off. Even her so-called boyfriends weren’t very concerned with her pleasure.
Everything about Guy was different from all the others. She couldn’t imagine any of the men from her past stopping her from touching their hard-ons. And he didn’t appear to be in any rush to get her clothes off. His touch was gentle and caring yet his face showed the strain of holding his own needs at bay.
He grazed a finger along her collarbone to her shoulder then traced the path with his tongue. “You have the softest skin.”
She laid her head back and indulged in the lush sensations. The jets sent pulses of water between her legs, exactly where she needed. Guy nibbled at her earlobe and cupped her breast.
Her nipples ached for his attention but he seemed determined to tease her by kneading and massaging every part of her breast but that. He shifted off the bench seat to kneel in front of her.
Anticipation snatched her breath away as he took his time peeling down the straps of her swimsuit. She wanted to rip the wet material off but Guy methodically kissed each new inch of skin he revealed as if unearthing a precious treasure.
Precious.
That was how he made her feel. But she refused to overthink it since tonight would be all they had. All thought jumbled in her mind as Guy finally uncovered her breasts.
“You’re beautiful.” His smoky stare held such promise. She knew this would turn out to be one of the best nights of her life.
She bit back a gasp when he closed his mouth over one pebbled point and rolled the other between his calloused fingers. Delight bloomed inside her as he singed her flesh with his clever tongue.
She threaded her fingers through his hair, holding him to her, unable to bear the thought of him stopping.
Her sex throbbed with a sweet ache that only Guy could remedy. As if he’d read her mind, he moved his hand to her thigh and slid it closer and closer to where she needed it most. He cupped her mound, rubbed the heel of his hand over her until her hips started rocking in time. She surrendered to her lust as the pace and pressure of his touch picked up. Quivering sensations rolled over her skin.
She moaned as he pulled her closer to her climax. It had been so long since a man had touched her, and none had ever done so as intuitively.
She squeezed her eyes shut and clutched the edge of the hot tub. Her jaw went tight and pleasure erupted in her core and radiated through her entire body. Wave after heavenly wave of bliss racked her body. It went on and on, a deluge of joy.
When she opened her eyes, Guy was staring at her, grinning. He sat on the seat beside her and kissed her, but not soft and sweet like before. This time, she felt the heat of his attraction.
She reached down between his legs but he grabbed her wrist. “Don’t you want to come again?” he asked.
Again?
Was he for real? “Don’t you want to…” She raised an eyebrow.
Rather than ans
wer, he centered a hand at the juncture of her thighs and rubbed her cleft. Her waning climax roared back to life.
“Take off your bathing suit.” His whispered command incited shivers of renewed desire all through her body.
She shucked off her suit and didn’t even bother to take it out of the hot tub.
Guy grasped her hips and lifted her onto his lap so she straddled him on the bench. She rocked her hips, slid her most sensitive spot over the granite-hard bulge between his legs.
Guy stilled her with a firm hand on her backside. “Keep that up and I’ll lose it right here. I want to be inside you when I come, staring into your soulful eyes.” He eased a long, possessive finger inside her and drew her erect nipple into his mouth.
She gasped at the new tide of pleasure building at a fevered pitch. Passion sucked her under. Her sex clenched and convulsed in euphoria. She’d never experienced anything so wonderful.
She lolled her head back and moaned unabashedly as Guy wrung every last morsel of ecstasy from her flesh. This didn’t feel like merely a one-night stand. Something about him was so comfortable, as if she’d known him her whole life. Her body sang with torrid delight as her orgasm went on and on. Panic tore through her but she refused to allow it to take hold. All the crazy emotions consuming her had to be caused by the long stretch of time since she’d last been with a man. But this—tonight—it had to be the end.
Guy climbed over the side of the hot tub then lifted Laura out and carried her to one of the generous lounge chairs on the deck. He feasted on the sight of her, lovely and nude in the moonlight, as he stepped out of his soaked boxer shorts. Her breasts were so full and round, the nipples a deep shade of pink that mirrored the bud of her sex.
The tip of her tongue darted out from her mouth to wet her lips. Could she be any sexier? She parted those long legs, making the perfect spot for him. He stood alongside her and she reached for his erection and closed her fist around it.
He stilled, hissing in a breath at the sight and feel of her hands on him. She tugged him gently as she turned on the chaise lounge then she licked the head of his cock. “Oh Lord.”
His balls clenched with savage need but she proceeded with her maddeningly slow pace, drawing her tongue over his length, pulling him into her mouth and sucking him to the back of her throat. He grasped the edge of the seat to steady himself.
She gently scraped her teeth over his flesh and he gasped, more out of surprise than pain. Then she sucked him so perfectly that he feared he’d lose it. He cupped her cheek. “If you keep this up, I won’t be able to satisfy you like I want to.”
She looked up at him with doe eyes as she released him and lay back against the cushion.
Retrieving his pants from the ground, he dug in his wallet for a condom then neared the lounger.
Her eyes fixed on his cock as he sheathed himself. She licked her lips again and stretched her arms out to him.
Climbing on top of her, he pushed her thighs apart with his knee then settled between her legs. He braced himself on his forearms and smoothed her hair back from her face.
Laura arched toward him. “I need you inside me.”
He crushed his mouth to hers for a blistering kiss as he slid his shaft back and forth across her entrance. Desire pooled in her belly. She whimpered with helpless need but he wasn’t ready to bury himself inside her, not yet. He wanted her slick and wet, desperate.
He held her stare and something passed between them, something as elemental as air or water.
She lifted her hips and curled her fingers into his back, urging him on.
There was the desperation he’d waited for. He dragged a finger through her feminine folds and smiled. “You’re drenched.”
She nodded and her breath grew shallow. “Please.”
Need constricted inside him. He hung onto his control with all his might then pushed through her swollen, intimate lips. He entered her slowly and savored the hot, slick confines of her pussy.
She clenched him in welcome, molded her innermost muscles around him. Nothing had ever felt this good, this right. He moved inside her, inch by inch, going deeper with each thrust until he’d buried himself.
His blood roared in his ears. He longed to surrender to the building rhapsody of bliss but he hung on, struggled to make it last long enough to see another orgasm contort Laura’s pretty face. He churned his hips and thrust hard as she clung to him, moaning and purring.
She tightened her grasp on him, clawed at his skin as an expression of pure euphoria settled on her features. He loved the way she wore her bliss. She twisted and shook, drew incoherent gasps. As her climax released its grip on her, her face relaxed into a dreamy smile.
Finally, he succumbed to his pleasure and detonated in a pulse-pounding explosion. He emptied himself inside her. She squeezed him from the inside, milking him until he came apart at the seams. He collapsed on top of her, panting and sweating, feeling more satisfied than he ever had before.
He rolled off her and held her in his arms. All he could think of was making love to her again, being with her every moment.
But he had a job to do. Catching Harry was even more important now that Guy had made love to Harry’s future neighbor. He wouldn’t rest until he made sure Laura was safe.
Chapter Five
Laura eased the covers back and got out of bed as quietly as she could. She glanced back at Guy and flashed on the amazing sex they’d shared last night, first on the pool deck, then later when they came inside. He was the most thoughtful, caring lover she’d ever had—and the best, by far.
She stroked his hair as he slept. A shiver of renewed desire coursed through her as she flashed on their lovemaking—the way he’d kneeled before her as if she were royalty. Then he’d licked and sucked and done unspeakably erotic things to her, every part of her. He’d spread her wide and had his way with her and she’d loved every wanton second of it.
Why did everything about him feel so perfect, like the couples in one of her romance novels? But those were make-believe. Maybe it was so wonderful with him because she’d waited so long since the last time she’d been with a man. That had to be the reason.
She pulled on a robe and headed to the bathroom to wash up. Her body felt stretched and a little sore, but in all the right ways. She turned the shower on and stepped inside.
It hit her that she’d have to give her sister’s speech this afternoon. Her stomach instantly knotted. She worked her shampoo into a lather and her thoughts returned to memories of making love with Guy. Being with him had given her a dose of confidence, but not enough to face one of her greatest fears.
After breakfast she planned to study the notecards Suzanne had made up for her but she needed something to relax her. She remembered Suzanne had paid for a massage and a facial at the hotel spa. That ought to help.
She finished up in the bathroom then started out the door when she crashed into Guy wearing nothing but a sexy grin. His broad shoulders and six-pack abs reminded her of the passion they’d shared. But it couldn’t happen again. She was leaving tomorrow morning and she’d never see him again.
Regret tugged at her gut. She’d only allowed herself the one night so she wouldn’t develop any feelings for him. Problem was, he’d already left an imprint on her heart.
She pulled in a breath and detected the faint remnants of his cologne along with the musky scent of their union.
“Good morning, gorgeous.” He kissed her cheek then brushed past her into the bathroom.
She grabbed on to the doorjamb to steady herself. How was she supposed to say goodbye to him when just his mere presence weakened her knees? She straightened, tightened the belt around her robe then headed to the kitchen.
After she’d made an appointment for a facial and a massage, she ordered breakfast of juice, coffee, fresh fruit and muffins. Then she climbed onto a barstool and as soon as she heard the shower start, she began reading her index cards for the speech aloud. There was no way she’d have it all memor
ized by this afternoon but as long as she had the notes she’d be okay.
Guy came into the room wearing only pants and Laura’s pulse instantly leapt. He picked up the shirt he’d left on the sofa and pulled it over his head. “Practicing, huh? You sound great. I’m sure you’ll nail your speech.”
She doubted that.
“Just imagine the audience in their underwear,” he said.
“Where have I heard that before?”
Someone knocked at the door and Guy’s demeanor tensed. “Expecting someone?”
She got off the stool and strode toward the door. “Mm hmm. Breakfast.”
He hooked her arm and dragged her to a stop. “Let me get it.” He gave her a quick but incredibly steamy kiss that made her woozy.
What was it about him that rendered her a puddle of a woman? How could someone she’d known less than a day turn her on as if they’d been lovers for years? The mind-blowing sex they’d had last night must have been a weird fluke.
She watched him take a tray from the porter and every cell in her body shifted into high-arousal gear. Somehow she’d have to get him out of her system so she could move on with her day—and her life. He wasn’t even her type. She’d always gone for bookish nerds, not the jocks. Besides, from what she’d learned of hedonists, they were mostly self-centered people.
He set the tray on the table, poured them each a cup of coffee then held out her chair. No regular guy was this perfect. Maybe he was a prince or a billionaire in disguise rather than the headhunter he professed to be. Hadn’t she read dozens of romances like that?
Curiosity niggled at her as she sat down. “Does breakfast meet with your approval?”
He sat opposite her and threw her a wink. “It’s perfect.”
Perfect like him.
She took a banana from the fruit bowl and started peeling it. “Some people are used to fancy meals. Not me. My background is pretty humble. What about you?”
He chuckled. “My roots aspire to be humble.” He spread butter on a blueberry muffin then took a bite.
Maybe he was trying to throw her off track. She bit into her banana and eyed him.
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