Snatched (Coronado Series Book 2)

by Hart, Lea

  “You are never going to be with another man.”

  “You say that likes it’s true.”

  ‘Because it is….. this is it.”

  The elevator doors slid open and they walked down the hall. She hoped he liked the room. They approached the last door, she slid the key card in and opened the door. They slipped inside and were greeted with an amazing view of the ocean. The sliding glass doors were open and the gentle wind let the salty air flow into the room. Fall in Southern California had its own particular magic. It was still warm enough to enjoy the buttery feeling of the breeze as it moved the curtains. They walked out onto the patio and there was a table set up with drinks and snacks. There was an advantage to being in charge of operations of a luxury hotel chain…. and people taking care of you was one of them.”

  They stood against the railing and looked at the people as they walked along the shore. The sun started its slow descent into the ocean as Max ran his mouth against her neck. He felt her shiver and breathe in as he dragged his lips up to her ear, “Hi.”

  Letting out a breath she wasn’t even aware she was holding, “Hi. I feel nervous and I’m not sure why?”

  “Because this is a big deal…. this is the beginning of everything. This is going to be our last first time with another person. I think it deserves a couple of nerves.” His mouth lowered to hers and her lips parted on a deep, shuddering breath. He watched her eyes flutter closed as he tilted her head and dove into a soul deep kiss. He meant to start out slowly… seducing her mind and then her body, but felt himself start to spiral out of control quickly. The kiss became reckless and wild, as he fed off of her mouth, off her desire and his. He felt her hands on the back of his head, holding him to her as she responded with enthusiasm to his mouth.

  “Let’s move this inside. I don’t want anyone to get a free show.” He led her in and gently turned her around and unzipped her dress slowly. She tipped her head forward and pulled her hair over her shoulder and let out a sigh. Hearing the sigh went straight to his groin, it was like a switch. It turned up the heat instantly. He watched her turn around and as she did the dress slipped off her beautiful body. She stood in front of him in a pale pink silk slip and a shy smile on her lips. He looked at her with a hunger burning in his eyes that telegraphed his desire. He skimmed his fingers across her skin as if she was made of something fragile and precious. She’d never seen anyone look at her the way Max was doing now. It made her feel beautiful and desired in a way that she had never experienced. It felt personal; it felt like it had to do with her and not just his desire to be with a woman. She placed her hand on his face and ran her fingers over his skin and looked into his eyes and noticed how dark they became as his excitement grew.

  “My turn.” She ran her hands up the front of his shirt and started unbuttoning it, she felt his heart speed up as she slipped it over his shoulders. “My goodness, you’re spectacular.” She ran her hands over his massive chest and liked the feeling of his crisp chest hair under her fingers. She ran her hands over the wall of muscle and noticed how hot his skin felt under her fingers. She wondered what he tasted like as she leaned slightly forward and ran her mouth over his chest. “Oh Max, you’re irresistible.”

  “Don’t resist baby, come here…” he moved the strap of her slip off her shoulder and let the whole thing fall to the ground. She stood in front of him and his gaze moved from her full hips to her beautiful round breasts, her shoulders and her lovely face. Reaching for her, he pulled her against him, she felt soft and hot and everything that he’d ever wanted in a woman. He wanted to go slow, he wanted to make love to her, but couldn’t slow himself down. He felt like a kid running towards his favorite toy, unable to stop. He wanted to taste and touch everything at once.

  “I’m going to try and slow down, but my head is about to blow off. How are you doing?”

  Placing her hands on either side of his face, she pulled him forward and gently kissed him. Running her mouth over his cheek, she whispered in his ear, “You still have way too many clothes on - we need to take care of that.”

  “Your right!” He quickly got rid of all of his clothes in record time and stood in front of her with a lion’s grin. He swept her down on the bed and rolled her underneath him as he covered her with his massive body. Kissing her mouth he slid his hands down her back to her behind and wrapped his fist in her panties and yanked them down her legs. His erection pressed into her stomach and he ground it against her. He felt the tension in his groin pull tighter and tighter until he thought he might explode. He started thinking about the physics of diving to distract himself.

  He wanted to be a tender lover and make sure she was ready - he wanted to prolong her pleasure. “I’m going to apologize in advance. I’m on a knife’s edge and the next ten minutes is not going to be indication of what I’m capable of. If I’m not buried in you in the next five seconds, I may die.”

  Laughing, she raised her arms to him and he knew he couldn’t wait a second longer. His hips were cradled between her smooth thighs, he lifted up on his forearms as he plunged himself deep inside her. The sound of pleasure she made as he entered her made him a little crazy. When he lifted his head to look at her, the expression on her face was an image he was going to take to his grave. He tried to remain still for a moment, and that’s when he felt her start to unravel beneath him. Just like that. Just from his being inside her.

  “Oh, my god,” she gasped clinging tightly to him. He felt her pull against him in long hard contractions. It was too much of a turn on, and it pushed him over the edge. Four move thrusts and he was done - in a blinding rush of pleasure.

  Unable to move, he laid there with his head buried in one of the pillows. He was completely trashed by the mind blowing intensity of being inside of Rory.

  He felt her push against his shoulder and he finally rolled over, “We forgot a condom. That has never happened to me before.”

  He rolled over on his side and propped himself up on one hand, “I promise you, I’m clean. That is the first time in my life that I have ever been inside of a woman without protection. I’m going to use that as my excuse for not lasting longer. If we’re lucky, we made a baby, and then you can’t get rid of me.”

  She pushed him over, “I’m on birth control. I can’t believe you are trying to put a baby in me. Max Bishop, shame on you. That is the oldest trick in the book.”

  “I know I should feel embarrassed, but I don’t. Your mine and I am willing to do whatever it takes to make sure of that. Even knocking you up.”

  “If I wasn’t so blissed out and sexually satisfied right now, I might try working up a good mad. I don’t seem to have the energy for it.” She rolled into him and he gathered her up as she lay her head on his chest. “You are a very sexy man and I find myself falling under your spell. I’m always very careful.”

  Running his hands up her back, “Me too baby.” He kissed her head and enjoyed the blissful feeling of having a naked Rory draped over him. “I need to run my mouth all over your body and figure out what makes you happy. Then I’m going to keep doing that every day until you can’t stand to be away from me.”

  The doorbell rang and Rory started to get up. “No, let me get it.” She watched as he pulled on his pants and checked who it was through the peephole.

  “Don’t open it yet. Let me run into the bathroom.” He watched as she got up and walked into the bathroom and felt himself harden again at the sight of her walking away naked. Every hour on the hour for the next year, should allow me to start getting used to being buried inside of her.

  Opening the door, he let the waiter in and had him set up the table next to the window. He gave him a generous tip and hoped he wouldn’t gossip too badly. The bed was torn up and their clothes lay on the floor, and the unmistakable scent of sex hung in the air. He heard the shower go on and decided to join Rory and make sure that she didn’t miss any spots.

  He walked in and noticed the glass door was fogged up a little - it still allowed hi
m a view of the sexiest woman on the planet. Opening the door, he slipped inside, she turned around at the sound and let out a gasp. “You surprised me.”

  He ran his big hand down her arm and took her hand and pulled her in against him. “I want to run my mouth all over you and I didn’t want to wait. I feel a little out of control.” He leaned down, kissed her neck and ran his tongue over her ear. He heard her sigh and wondered why it had such a powerful effect on him? Perhaps it was because it felt like she was surrendering to her desire and not fighting it. He grabbed a wash cloth, pumped some bath gel onto it and ran it over every inch of her body. He let the warm water run over her skin, followed by his mouth. Long, sensuous strokes of the cloth followed by long sensuous strokes of his tongue over… her neck… her shoulders. He moved the warm cloth in circles over her breast and then his mouth covered her nipple and he took long hard pulls. He enjoyed watching her body react to his movements.

  As his mouth took possession of her breasts, she felt an echoing response in her groin. Her breathing became ragged, if he hadn’t been holding onto her she might have slipped down the tiles.

  He slowly backed her up against the tile wall and placed a huge hand on her chest. She knew he could feel her heart pounding out of her chest. He ran his hand down the center of her body, slowly, the calluses on the palm of his hand raising goose bumps. At her hips, he turned his hand around and moved lower and cupped her. Every sense she had was concentrated there as she felt him gently stroke her. He ran his finger down and dipped inside slowly, and discovered where her magic spot was. Her legs started to tremble, “Max, I think my legs are going to give out. Let’s go back to bed.”

  “I like it fine here.” His fingers opened her as he fit himself at her entrance - he slid inside slowly and completely. Moving his hands to her behind he lifted her and her legs went around his hips. All of her breath left her body as he leaned heavily into her. He was buried so deeply inside of her that it felt like he was touching her soul.

  She felt everything; his chest hair against her breasts, the hard defined muscles of his abdomen against her belly and the beat of his heart as they stared at one another. No longer able to control himself, he thrust deeply into her with short hard strokes. The friction of his movements created so much heat that she quickly felt herself lose control. She tightened around him and started contracting, then he exploded into her and shouted her name. Everything became a blur as the water fell on them, he continued to thrust into her and her contractions started again. She became a creature of instinct and sensations. It was a pleasure that was on the precipice of pain - it was an intensity that she’d never experienced.

  He stopped moving his hips and let his head fall against her neck. His huge shoulders heaved as he pulled big breaths in. He felt like he’d run a marathon with his pack on.

  Kissing her neck, he slowly pulled out and held onto to her as her legs slipped down. “We might drown in here, but I can’t seem to get my legs working.”

  “I think you wiped me out sweetheart.” He reached over and turned off the water and grabbed some towels from the rack. He got them dried off and grabbed the big robes off the hooks and handed one to her. As he watched her wrap herself up, he felt himself fall completely and hopelessly in love with her. He knew it was there waiting to claim him and it finally did. She looked up at him and smiled. He had to convince her to take him on; it was the only way he was going to get his heart back.

  “I hope that was dinner being delivered earlier. I’m starved.”

  Taking her hand, he led her out of the bathroom and pulled out a chair facing the patio. “What would you like to drink?”

  “I would love a glass of wine.”

  He made quick work of the bottle and handed her a glass and opened a beer for himself. He sat next to her as they looked out over the ocean at the moon as it rose in the sky. He held up his glass in a toast, “To our last first time. It all gets better from here.”

  “I don’t know if I could survive better. I think I may have lost a couple of IQ points.”

  “Well, it’s a good thing that you have a couple to spare. Ok, let’s eat… we need our energy for round three. I’m just getting warmed up.”

  Max, you’re not saying that in a literal sense … right?”

  “I meant what I said; food + energy = more sex. It was literal. Why? Are you sore?”

  “Ok, I guess we’re going to have to do this. I have not been in an intimate relationship for over two years. I need a warm up period or something like that. You are a big man and it’s a lot to get used to.” She looked at him and noticed he was void of expression. In fact, he looked sort of shell shocked. “Are you with me? Have I succeeded in shocking you into silence?”

  “How is that possible?”

  “It’s not that hard actually. Once you turn it off, it becomes sort of normal.”

  “Why would you want to turn it off?

  “Do you really want to know, or are you asking rhetorically?”

  “I am asking you why you closed the door to romance and love and sex. You seem like a person who would want all of that in your life. Who in the hell broke your heart?”

  “It wasn’t some huge heartbreak that caused me to take a break, it was a lot of small skirmishes lost. I decided that I may not be built for it. I don’t seem to have the intestinal fortitude to go after it anymore. That’s why I have a no boyfriend policy. I like to keep it light and breezy.” She took a sip of wine and looked him in the eye, daring him to argue.

  “Let’s eat - I want you to start at the beginning. I’m going to need all the information I can get so that I know how to fix this.”

  “I am not a person who needs fixing. I’m fine how I am.”

  “I’m not fixing you. I’m going to figure out how I’m going to get you to let me in. I have to understand my wife and this is how I’m going to be able to do it.”

  “Max, I just explained how I don’t want a boyfriend and you keep ignoring it.”

  “I’m ignoring it because it doesn’t apply to me. I want more than that….I want everything.”

  “Do you always get what you want?”

  “Yes, I will do whatever it takes.”

  “Can we eat dinner and talk about something else?”

  “Sure, we have the rest of our lives. I have nothing but time.”

  She stood up and started taking covers off and made him a plate. “I had them make a picnic, we have roasted chicken, cold lobster salad, cheese and bread and there is probably soup in the warmer.”

  “Wow, this looks great. This was a good idea.”

  “I have lots of good ideas - just you wait and see.”

  “I’m looking forward to hearing every single one of them.”

  Looking over at him made her heart flip a little, “I am so attracted to you, and it scares the hell out of me. I have never felt this way towards anyone before.”

  “Why does it scare you so badly?”

  “I think someone like you could prove to be fatal.”

  “Can you explain to me how you arrived at this dark view of love? You seem like an optimistic person and you face your life head on. Yet, in this area, you seem to be a bit of a hedgehog.”

  “Do we have to do this now? We just had amazing sex twice, so can we bask in the afterglow of sexual satisfaction for a while? I don’t really feel like exposing myself right now.”

  “Baby, you already have. What do you think we were doing earlier? I don’t think you would have broken a two year hiatus if you were not interested in becoming intimate on more than a physical level.” He moved his chair closer and poured more wine in her glass and took her hand. “I would like to know if you would like to tell me.”

  Turning to him, she debated how much she wanted him to know. “It’s not a very dramatic story, it’s just that I found dating to be a bit disheartening. I think I misinterpreted a lot of signals that men were giving me. I thought when someone said something - they meant it for more than five minute
s. I found that not to be the case most times. I had a string of men ditch me right after I fell for them. It was like they knew the exact moment that I became attached and then left. I would resist for weeks or months and then the second I decided to give in - they moved on. The more I tried to figure it out, the worse it became. I kept thinking that the next man would be different and it was never true. I finally got worn out and I lost the stomach for romance. I decided that I was going to be light and breezy and leave the hard stuff for someone else.”

  “I don’t know if I want to kill every son of a bitch who ever hurt you or thank them. Because if anyone of them had figured out how amazing you are, you wouldn’t be available. I think you are meant for me and I am meant for you.”

  “Max, do you realize the more you push the more I resist? I have some pretty strong instincts to run from anything that smells like commitment. I don’t have any positive experience with it. I know I should probably try and reprogram myself, but I’m not sure I’m ready.

  ‘Ok, what if I don’t push anymore? We just let it be… what it is. That way you have nothing to resist, and I won’t push harder because I feel like your resisting.”

  “I think that sounds like a good idea. I think if I was going to fall in love, it would be with you. I’m not ready to open myself up to it right now. It’s not that I don’t believe in love, I’m just afraid that is doesn’t believe in me.”

  “I believe in love and I believe in us. We will just be together and that’s it.”

  “I feel a little foolish because I made this big speech to Birdie a couple of months ago about honest communication. I was on this rant about why isn’t it possible for people to just express themselves honestly and quit playing games. Like if you need more love one day, you can just say ‘please love me more today’. Or if you need kisses, you can just ask ‘please kiss me extra today.’ You have done the very thing I have wanted and I’m resisting it. It scares me to death.”