“Bye!” they cooed.
Alex propelled Lily to the rear of the car. “I’ll get the bags, darling.”
“Dah…darling?”
“Are they gone?” Alex whispered.
Lily peered around the vehicle and saw the girls had wandered off. “They’ve gone.”
“Thank the Goddess. They wouldn’t leave me alone. I thought they were going to rip off my clothes.” He shook his head in a bewildered manner. “I don’t understand why.”
Lily suppressed a snort. The man was gorgeous. A hunk. A babe. Or whatever the current vernacular was to explain his person. “I can’t go tonight.”
“Why not?”
“I don’t have anything suitable to wear. You heard them. It’s going to be dressy. All my clothes are casual.”
“Buy something.”
“I don’t have the money to buy a new dress. I don’t mind not going. You go by yourself.”
Alex frowned but didn’t argue. “I want to have a chat with the owners about accommodation. What are the room numbers?”
“Rooms six and nine.”
“I’ll let Killer know,” Alex said. “We’ll take room nine and give Killer the other. At least they’re not next to each other. I wouldn’t put it past her to spy through the keyhole.”
A chorus of joyous barks rang through the car park. Lily turned in time to see a streak of white whip past followed by a black blur. But all she could think of was Alex and his casual room allocation. They were sharing a room. The other room was for Killer.
* * * * *
“What a great afternoon,” Lily said. “Aren’t you glad we decided to stay here?”
Alex couldn’t help smiling. After visiting four different vineyards and tasting several vintages, he had a pleasant buzz. Lily was a little giggly. He liked this uninhibited side of her. Possibly, she’d acted like this before her ex-male had done a number on her self-assurance. “I think Martinborough will make a great stop for my tours. I talked to Janet, who runs the place. They own the land around here. It’s perfect to land my tour clients. I was thinking we could use Earth transport and bus the clients into Wellington from here.”
Lily twirled a lock of hair around one finger. “Once you unload the passengers here, you could send the ship over to Nelson and use the ferry to cross the Cook Strait. Maybe arrange for a bus to meet your group on the other side.”
“Good idea. Let me grab my notebook.” Alex found his pen and book to jot the details Janet had given him plus Lily’s suggestions. He checked his Earth timepiece. “Dinner is in an hour.”
Lily dropped onto the large double bed and lay back against the pillows. “I guess I’ll have an early night.”
Not if he had his way. With her rosy cheeks, lazy grin and innocent blue eyes, she was more temptation than he could bear. His tom twitched as the bonding ties writhed inside him. He wondered if Lily knew about bonding, then tossed the notion aside. Bit late now. His gaze lit on the blue mark. The bloody thing was on the move and had reached his wrist. Everything that could go wrong was happening to him on this trip. Despite taking the pills the medical man had prescribed, his immunity hovered around nil. But still he kept taking them. He hated to think how he’d feel if he stopped. Alex prowled to the bed, intent on stealing a kiss. Maybe more.
Someone knocked on the door. Ah. Janet had come through for him. He hurried to answer, eager to see what she’d arranged.
“Janet said you’re waiting for this.” The young girl stared so hard Alex wondered if he’d grown a second nose.
“Thanks.” Alex accepted the large package. He tried to act pleasant even though he felt like demanding the girl to spit out her problem with him. Good thing the spell was working. Perhaps he’d grown a couple of warts since he’d topped up the spell last time. “Please thank Janet, and tell her I’ll settle the bill tomorrow morning.” Alex stepped back inside the room, shut the door in the moronic girl’s face and dropped onto the bed beside Lily. “This is for you.”
“A present?”
“Yeah. Ready for a shower?” Alex asked. “I thought we’d take one together.”
“To…together?”
“Yeah, I need help scrubbing my back. And my other bits,” he added. Shock zapped across Lily’s face. She hadn’t expected his suggestion. Her wide blue eyes and rounded mouth amused him. It felt damn good keeping her guessing. Anticipation rippled through him as he pondered Lily’s reaction to her gift. He hadn’t purchased the dress as a test, although her response would be interesting. Alex thrust aside his memories of greedy palace consorts and grabbed Lily’s hand. “Ready?”
Lily stood, and Alex saw her bottom lip, caught between her teeth—a dead giveaway of her uncertainty. Obviously, a physical demonstration was in order to persuade her he was serious.
Alex dropped her hand and whipped off his gray shirt. His jeans dropped to the floor with a thud, and naked, he stepped free. Lily’s breath emerged with an audible hiss, and the blue of her eyes darkened. He glanced at his tom. That had darkened, too.
“Lagging behind,” Alex mocked in challenge. “I’ll start the shower.”
He sauntered into the bathroom. Her gaze drilled his shoulder blades, then he heard the soft rustle of fabric and grinned. A jubilant tune whistled past his lips, and his tom jumped while his balls tightened in acute anticipation. He couldn’t wait to slide inside her warm, tight pussy again.
Alex grabbed two small bottles of shower gel off the counter, turned on the shower and stepped under the warm water. It cascaded down his face and back while he waited for Lily to gather her courage.
Finally, after long, tension-filled minutes, the door to the glass cubicle opened and closed. Feminine arms slid around his waist, breasts nudged his back. Alex turned in the circle of her arms and smiled, barely managing to keep his greeting casual, when savage and devilish nipped at his heels.
“About time you arrived.”
“Oh yeah?” An impish grin darkened her eyes. “Now I’m here, what are you going to do with me?”
Ah, the brave Lily had arrived. Alex grinned, smoothing locks of wet hair from her face. So beautiful, he thought, all humor falling away. He’d regret leaving Lily but there was no other way. As long as he didn’t falter and mark her… Alex traced her full, pink lips with his forefinger—his heart thudding harder, faster than it had mere seconds before. He cupped her breasts, feathering his touch across her pink nipples until they tightened, distending in a silent plea for his mouth.
Lily shifted restlessly, her eyes echoing her body’s entreaty. All in good time, my moon heart. He nuzzled her neck, scraping the pulse point beneath her ear. Her fingers curled, nails digging into his waist, while a tiny shiver worked through her tense body.
“This isn’t back scrubbing,” Lily murmured in a breathless tone. Her eyes were closed and her head thrown back.
A muscle ticked in his jaw, her words and presence eroding his control more than he liked. “No, this is fun.” He tweaked her nipple, pinching before ducking his head to soothe the ache with his mouth. Essence of spice mint surrounded him, pulling at his control, spurring him onward to culmination.
Lily didn’t help with her responsiveness. She groaned and leaned back, offering her breasts, giving him better access. Full trust. The concept humbled him.
In the privacy of the steamy shower, his world narrowed to Lily. Warm water streamed over their bodies, over silky limbs and luscious curves. His senses wallowed in tactile pleasures and scents. In Lily.
Her busy hands darted over his body, exploring, charting bundles of nerves and pleasure points, but never coming to rest where he needed her touch most. His bright blue tom ached for handling, ached to possess.
Alex kissed her, thrusting his tongue deep into her mouth in a facsimile of the act his tom craved so desperately. Nimble fingers skimmed his length. His breath hissed out, his hands tightened compulsively on her breasts.
Her fingers stilled, an inch short of the swollen, royal-blue crown.
“Did that hurt?”
An anxious note played in her words, and he sought to ease her fears. That bloody ex-male hovered over her like an invisible specter. “Hell, no!”
Her hand had fisted around his shaft, and Alex instinctively pulled away then thrust into her tight clasp. “That feels great,” he murmured, his eyes drifting shut to savor the sparks of passion, the spill of hot enjoyment that threaded through his veins. He was so close, another thrust or two and he’d lose his swimmers. “Please continue.”
Reassured by his words, Lily’s hands busied loosening her grip on his cock and drifted to tease his taut and achy testicles. Alex gritted his teeth, but a heartfelt groan escaped. She froze but Alex guided her hand back to his tom.
“Don’t stop, moon heart.”
Lily stroked his length then circled the swollen head. “Can I taste you? I’d really like that.” She peered at him through the droplets of water that coated her lashes, once again uncertain and diffident.
His throat closed up with a knot of emotion. Alex had to clear his throat before speaking. She was like two women in one body—sometimes bold and sometimes insecure like today. “I’d like that, Lily. Very much.”
Her shy grin twisted his insides. His instinct was to hold and comfort and build her confidence, yet contrarily, he ached to take control. Alex had never felt so torn or confused.
Lily knelt in front of him with the water cascading over both of them. She took his tom in her hands and held him firmly. When she glanced up at him, Alex thought his heart would pound right out of his mouth. The hot but shy expression in her blue eyes worked like the most expensive aphrodisiac currency could buy. Muscles in his stomach quivered as he watched her tongue poke from between parted lips. Impossibly, his tom swelled farther, lifting toward his belly and closer to Lily’s lips. He was tempted to guide her mouth to him and ease his tom into the warm cavern. Greedy hunger made him tense. But instinct counseled him to patience, and he held himself in check. Let Lily take her time. The satisfaction would be greater for both of them.
Slowly, so slowly Alex had to bite back a groan of protest, Lily closed the distance between her tongue and his tom. Watching was the most incredibly erotic thing he’d ever experienced. The swathe of her tongue across the royal-blue head hazed his mind with pleasure.
“Lily.” Her name was a greedy entreaty to continue. Every emotion he daren’t voice swelled inside his chest.
Her pink lips opened and wrapped around the head of his blue tom. The contrast in colors made his pulse hammer. Moist heat surrounded him. Satisfaction mixed with pure lust. Blood rushed to his groin. Lily soothed the head of his shaft with shy forays of her tongue then started to suck, her cheeks hollowing. Alex jerked, his hips thrusting without volition. Deep shudders swept him. Awestruck, he dragged in a deep breath, while a storm built and struggled for release. He was going to climax. Basuko. He’d wanted to last a bit longer. Alex tangled his hands in her hair and held on tight.
“Lily, I can’t wait much longer. I…”
Lily’s mouth worked on him again. The pressure grew in his tom, his testicles. His legs trembled. “Lily.”
Her tongue flickered over the very tip then the underside. His hips jerked until his tom drove deep. Holy Hannah! He thrust again, trying to keep his strokes slow. Shallow. But Lily gripped him firmly. Her cheeks hollowed once again, her hands massaged his balls then crept around to caress his arse. Her finger ran down the cleft between his butt cheeks.
Alex’s control ebbed. Felt good. So good. He quickened his thrusts. Harder. Deeper. Faster. Lily kept up and never hesitated. Pressure built to unbearable levels. He couldn’t hold back any longer. One final thrust and his seed spewed free in hard spurts. Alex tried to pull free, but she clutched him, swallowing his semen until he ceased struggling and simply enjoyed.
When his tom stilled, Lily raked her tongue across his sensitive tip then slid her mouth free and stood to kiss him. Slow, drugging kisses. Alex tasted his essence as she slid her tongue across his teeth and probed the sensitive skin of his inner mouth. His tom jerked, twitching with renewed vigor, clamoring for the clamp of her womb squeezing tight, milking his swimmers.
The water was visibly cooler and Alex flicked the tap off.
“I haven’t washed,” Lily protested.
Alex laughed. “The water’s gone cold. I’m sure we can occupy ourselves until it heats again.” He hoped that was the truth because she’d only taken off the edge. He wanted to ream her until she cried out in pleasure.
Alex bent to suck a nipple, raising the heavy globe up to his mouth for better access.
“Alex!” she whispered.
Control, already on a tight leash, strained for freedom. He bit her distended nipple, and she writhed against his mouth. Alex backed her against the cubicle wall and lifted her, opening her core for his possession. Her cleft shone with dew, and just like that, Alex’s restraint snapped. He thrust inside, impaling her, driving upward and slamming into her with powerful strokes. Bent on ending the agonizing pain, the unrelenting pressure in his tom, his thrusts were fast. Frenzied. Stabbing into her wet, slick pussy.
Lily tensed and shuddered, squeezing, clamping his shaft until the line between pain and pleasure blurred. His seed shot from him in an intense, scalding wave.
Alex worried about how good Lily felt with her curves plastered against him. Her chest rose and fell, and the musky scent of sex filled the air. But most disturbing was the flash of thought. They could have a future. Together. For a nanosecond, he lost sight of his dream, and that perturbed him more than anything.
* * * * *
“I can’t go out tonight.” Lily couldn’t help staring at Alex as he exited the bathroom. A hint of spicy citrus followed him, and she inhaled deeply before allowing her gaze to wander his muscular body. In the black dress trousers and white shirt, he’d attract a lot of attention tonight.
Lily wasn’t sure she was ready to cope with that, and there was no way on Earth she’d leave the room looking like this.
“Why not?”
Lily huffed out an impatient breath, and gave the dress a sharp downward tug. Couldn’t he see? “This. It’s tight.” Her hands gestured at the clingy red fabric that stuck to her body like super glue.
Alex prowled toward her, his eyes flickering the length of her body. A lazy smile bloomed as his gaze made the return journey. Without warning frissons of carnal excitement inflamed her body, her mind. Danger, Lily Morgan. Danger. Her greedy body jumped in anticipation on seeing the hot promise in his golden eyes.
He captured her hands before she knew what he was about and stepped back. “Let me look at you.”
“Please don’t. I can’t go out like this.”
“No,” Alex agreed.
Hurt engulfed Lily at his pronouncement. Hadn’t he heard about white lies?
“You need to take off your underwear.”
Lily gaped. He what? “I don’t think—”
“You asked me.” Alex dropped her hands and stepped close. He turned her around and seconds later, her zipper whined its way down. Alex unclipped her bra and slid her dress and bra straps down her arms. He tossed the bra aside, slid her arms into the dress again and zipped her up.
Lily opened her mouth then shut it when she saw the devilish dare in his face.
“Better. But room for improvement.”
Lily thrust back her shoulders with a bravado she didn’t feel. The bodice of her dress clung to her breasts, the silky fabric soothing yet oddly arousing.
Alex bent and tugged the mid-thigh length hem up to expose her matching lace-and-silk panties. His gaze rose to meet hers. Lily saw the sexy glint in his eyes and couldn’t help smiling in response. Then his gaze darkened.
“Oh, no!” Lily protested, half in laughter, half panic. She batted at his questing hands.
“These need to go. The dress will sit better.”
“What are you? A fashion expert?”
“Yes.”
Warm finger
s grasped the elastic band snuggling her hips and tugged.
“No. No, I don’t think—”
“Yes, Lily. Aside from looking better, knowing what you’re wearing underneath is a turn-on. For me.”
“It’s what I’m not wearing you’ll be thinking about,” Lily replied wryly.
Alex kept tugging and pulled the black panties down her legs. Taking a deep breath, Lily stepped out of them.
“Ready?” Alex offered his arm.
Lily took an experimental step, wobbling slightly in the unfamiliar black high-heels. “What if I fall over? I don’t want to give everyone a peep show.” Heck, she didn’t have to pretend her fear. She lived it every day, bumping into desks, tripping over mats. It was embarrassing. Clumsy-clot Morgan strikes again.
“Lily.” Alex kissed her on the forehead then stepped back. “You won’t fall or trip. I have every confidence in you.”
Alex’s faith flitted through her mind several times during the buffet dinner that preceded the dance. At least she’d managed to stay spill-free during dinner. Her flashy red dress remained pristine clean and so far—she’d remembered to keep her knees together. At the thought, her pussy clenched. Alex was right. The cool air blowing on her bare legs and her nether regions whenever she stood was a definite turn-on. She was so ready for his possession, she had difficulty concentrating on her meal. Finally, she pushed her plate away half-eaten.
“Oh, Alex!”
She shot a glare across the table at the pretty blonde. The redhead sitting beside him was just as bad. Lily caught Alex’s wince and felt the shift of his legs beneath the table as he edged closer to her. She wanted to cheer aloud.
“Would you like to dance?” the blonde asked when the live band started playing.
“Thanks, but I promised the first dance to Lily.” Alex stood and held out his hand.
News to her. Bemused, Lily accepted his hand and stood. “You don’t have to dance with me.” Please, don’t, she added silently. On the dance floor, she possessed the finesse of a hippopotamus on stilts.
“I want to dance with you.”
“On your head,” she said with a wry smile. “Or most likely feet. You do know how to dance?”
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