One Night in Santiago

by Audra North

  The backs of her thighs hit something soft. The bed.

  “Komarov,” she whispered against his lips.

  “Bruno,” he growled and pulled away.

  She smiled and used the space between them to dance around him, turning him and pushing him back against the bed.

  He fell.

  Oh, yes.

  This lovely, big man against plush white linens…it was breathtaking. She gave him a cat-that-ate-the-cream smile, stepping between his legs, which still dangled off the edge, and slid off her pajama top. His legs tightened around her, briefly, intensely, and she yelped.

  He froze. “Did I hurt you?”

  Lily shook her head. “I liked it.” She leaned forward to lay her body atop his, her breasts swaying hypnotically for a moment before melting against his chest, then wiggling back and forth, scraping her nipples across the cotton of his shirt. The friction felt so good she couldn’t help letting out a soft moan. He pushed his hips up in response, his large cock pressing into her abdomen through the fabric of his sweats.

  “Jesus,” he gritted out, bucking again.

  Her hands burrowed under his T-shirt, finding warm skin and firm muscles. “I want this off, Komarov. I want you,” she purred, pushing the material up.

  But his hand came down, stopping her, even as he pushed his hips up again. “Bruno.”

  Her eyes flew up to his face. His face was strained, his jaw set tight. He was serious. Well, then.

  “Bruno,” she breathed.

  But instead of letting her slide his T-shirt off, in one fluid motion he sat up, wrapping an arm around her waist and setting her back on her feet between his legs. He jerked the shirt over his head, threw it across the room, then pulled her back to him for a deep kiss.

  His hands went to her right breast, gently stroking first, then rubbing and kneading as she made sounds of pleasure into his mouth. He lightly pinched her nipple and she moaned, and he tore his mouth from hers before putting it to her breast, licking and lightly biting where his fingers had just been playing.

  Lily arched against him, and the position put his stiff cock right where she needed it. She pushed up on her toes and sank back down slowly as he moved from one breast to another, laving her nipples and squeezing the tender flesh. Up and down, over and over, until she could no longer take the torture.

  Nor he, it seemed, because he pulled back, gasping. “Lily—”

  But she shushed him and pushed him back until he was lying on the bed again, then leaned forward and grabbed the waistband of his sweats. She ran her finger along the elastic. No underwear. Perfect.

  She stepped back a bit as she pulled his pants off, his erection springing free and jutting up thick and hard between his legs.

  Lily licked her lips. Ever since he’d walked into the hotel lobby, this man had crowded into her fantasies, firing her libido and making her want. The mere thought of having her mouth on him had made her flush with desire, and the way he was lying before her now, like a delicacy to be savored, made it impossible for her to resist. Even though she was practically shuddering now with the need to have this cock inside of her, she wanted to taste him first.

  Bruno realized what she was about to do. “You don’t have to—oh, holy shit, that feels good.” He groaned as she licked over the wide head of his cock before sliding her mouth around him. He whimpered. She sucked. And slowly, she began to move her mouth up and down on him, loving the way the smooth shaft pulsed under her tongue, the little sounds of pleasure that he made as she sucked him.

  She felt him grow even harder, and his big hand grasped her by the shoulder, pulling her upright in one strong tug.

  “Lily,” he gasped. “Can’t take anymore right now.” He sat up, resting his forehead against her breast and she bit back a smile.

  But the smile died quickly as he rose off the bed and stood in front of her. God, he was beautiful. Seeing him naked like this, the dim light from the bedside lamp reflecting off his skin, she was awestruck.

  He was hers for the night.

  He kissed her, and she could feel dampness from her own mouth on the sensitive skin just below her navel as his cock rubbed lightly against her body. She moaned with need.

  Bruno picked her up, tossing her onto the bed effortlessly before yanking off her pajama bottoms, leaving her in only her lacy lavender panties.

  He stared down at her for a long moment, his eyes focusing on the only remaining scrap of cloth that covered her.

  “Your panties match the shirt I was wearing earlier,” he rasped.

  “I thought of you when I chose them,” she answered honestly.

  “Shit, that’s hot.” He drew in a ragged breath. “Don’t go anywhere.” He disappeared into the bathroom.

  “Where would I go wearing only lavender panties?” she called after him, but just then he came back out, holding the condom packets she’d found earlier in his toiletries case. Just watching him walk toward her, the tight muscles of his body flexing as he moved, was making her even hotter. She spread her legs and cupped her breasts in her hands, pushing them together. “What makes you think you’re going to get so lucky?” she teased.

  Bruno placed a warm hand on her stomach and stroked downward, over her hip and then to her center, pressing the heel of his palm against her clit. She arched up and into his hand.

  “That’s what,” he rumbled, and slid back up her body to kiss her, placing his cock between her thighs so that she could press against it, use it, to get closer to pleasure. “You’re so wet, I can feel it even through your panties.” He was pushing back now, responding to the light arch of her hips with a push of his own. He moved away from her and slid off the lavender bikinis, leaving her bare and wanting as he turned to the bedside table to rip open a condom packet and slide it on.

  The sight of his large hand rolling the condom down his erection turned her on even more. “I want you,” she panted, sitting forward and trying to pull him atop her. “I want you now.”

  But he didn’t move, and she frowned. “Komarov.”

  He smiled back at her. “Bruno. And not yet.”

  Not yet? What else did he plan—

  “Oh!”

  Just like that, he had pushed her back, spread her legs, and bent before her, swiping his tongue between her thighs. She melted and whimpered.

  It felt like the best kind of ambush.

  “More?” he asked, looking up at her face.

  Her cheeks burned to see him there, in such an intimate place, but she nodded.

  “Say it.”

  “More.”

  He shook his head slowly, lowering his chin so that his five o’clock shadow rasped lightly over her clit. She shuddered.

  “No. Tell me everything. Tell me what you want.” He pushed with his chin. “Be selfish.”

  Lily drew in a deep breath. Her cheeks were unbearably hot now. She had never done this before. “I want you to lick me.”

  He grinned, dipped his head, and flicked his tongue over her lightly, then drew away again.

  “I want you to lick me, Bruno,” he corrected her.

  Hearing the words out of his mouth was so hot, she almost fainted. But she wanted him too badly to miss this. She wanted to remember every touch, every sigh, from this night. It was for herself, after all, that she was doing this, and she wasn’t going to pass up the opportunity to enjoy him in every way.

  “I want you to lick me, Bruno,” she whispered.

  “Good girl.” And he finally knelt all the way, pulling her body toward the edge of the bed and settling in. His tongue stroked gently at first, licking up and down the sides of her opening until she was writhing for more contact. His hands massaged her thighs and belly, played in her curls as he licked and nuzzled her.

  She could feel her channel pulsing, clamoring for more. “Please,” she begged, past any capacity for banter. “I need you inside of me.”

  But instead of rising and positioning his cock at her entrance, like she had expected, he opened
her lips with his fingers—and plunged his tongue deep.

  Lily jerked and cried out as sensation threatened to overwhelm her. She was so close, so close. If he would just touch her a bit farther up while stroking his tongue inside of her—

  “Fuck.” He stood up and put one knee on the bed between her thighs. She shamelessly rubbed against it, searching for the contact that he’d taken away. “I’m taking you now.”

  Her nipples tightened painfully. Yes.

  She slithered up the bed and he followed her, slowly lowering his body to press against hers. She could feel the head of his cock at her entrance, and she spread her legs wider as he kissed her mouth while teasing her below.

  His fingers dipped down between her legs, feeling how wet she was, and then trailed his damp finger back up her body, making her shiver as his gentle touch skimmed her belly, stroked her breasts.

  She groaned as the head of his cock breached her, and for a moment they both held still, reveling in the feel of being joined for the first time.

  He pushed again, sliding in a little bit farther. God, that felt good. She could feel the wet heat building in her passage, eager to accommodate him, and she tilted her hips upward, wanting more. But when her movement brought him deeper, he stopped cold, shutting his eyes and clenching his jaw as though he were in pain.

  She squirmed beneath him, her breasts rubbing against his chest, the friction making her inner muscles contract in response, squeezing around his cock. He groaned and gave another thrust, a little harder this time, and she couldn’t help the small sound of protest that escaped her.

  “Should I stop?” He barely got the words out, his teeth were clamped together so tightly.

  Her hands fluttered up to his biceps, gripping them tightly. Lily was starting to feel uncomfortably stretched, but she wouldn’t even consider letting him go. “No way,” she panted. But he didn’t keep going. Instead, he stilled his thrusts and kissed her softly, slowly, stroking her body until she was relaxed and open, until she began raising her hips again, reaching her arms around his neck and hooking her legs around his waist to pull him farther inside.

  “Better?” he murmured against her lips, the vibration on her skin heightening the already intense sensation she had of him all around her, filling her, until she couldn’t tell the difference between inside and out.

  She arched her neck, pushing her aching breasts into his chest. “Fuck. It’s so good. You’re so good,” she moaned, running one hand down his back and palming his ass, pushing him into her heat until he slid all the way home. She was so slick that he went those last few inches with ease.

  “More, Bruno. More,” she demanded, and then there were no more words. He pulled out nearly all the way, then sank back in on a groan. Over and over, slowly at first, rubbing his pelvis against hers every time their bodies met, putting pressure on her clit as he did.

  Little by little, she came apart. Her whole body was hot, straining, as he pumped in and out of her, his heavy cock completely filling her every time. The sound of their damp flesh meeting, his low grunts of pleasure, her soft moans when he stroked deep—and before long, she was so close, reaching hard for the release that she could feel was barely outside her grasp.

  “Fuck, Lily. You’re so tight, so sexy—I can’t hold on much longer.” His voice was strained, his rhythm starting to falter. “Lily,” he gasped. “Tell me what you want.”

  Tell me what you want. Tell me what you want. The words circled in her head with every push and pull of his body inside of hers.

  And the answer was so simple, so true, that she screamed it as the world shattered around her.

  You.

  …

  Lily’s climax came on so hard that Bruno almost stopped just to watch her scream and shake with pleasure.

  It was the most fantastic thing he had ever experienced.

  But, damn it, her inner muscles were clenching so tightly, and she was so slick and hot now, that he couldn’t pause to savor her response to him, could only thrust in deep, heavy strokes until his own orgasm was ripping through his body, sucking him into oblivion as he shouted and fell, spent, into her arms.

  They lay like that for a while, neither speaking nor moving, both trying to simply catch their breath.

  The hazy buzz of his post-climax finally dissipated enough for him to realize that he was probably crushing her beneath him, and he rolled away, grabbing the condom as he pulled out.

  She whimpered in protest as he slid away from her, wincing in discomfort.

  He pressed a quick kiss to her lips. “I’ll be right back,” he promised, and disappeared for a moment into the bathroom to dispose of the condom. He’d panicked for a moment, earlier, when he wasn’t sure whether he actually had any in his case. But when he found the ones he’d slid in nearly a year ago, almost on a whim, then had promptly forgotten about them, he almost did a victory dance on the cold bathroom floor.

  Almost. With a woman like Lily waiting for him back in the bed, he wouldn’t want to waste a moment getting back to her. Back to the woman with whom he’d had the best, most explosive sex of his life. A joining that had wrenched his soul right out of his body and deposited it in Lily Stanton’s soft arms.

  Bruno rubbed a hand over his face. Jesus, he had to stop thinking things like that, or he might actually go blurting it out loud and scaring the hell out of her.

  He already felt more for her than just lust, though. Lily might feel as though like she had been selfish in taking this vacation, but he knew it wasn’t true. She had sacrificed a lot for her ex-fiancé and for her family, and this week had been a trial for her. He was impressed that she had come out of it as a stronger person, had closed a hard chapter of her life for good, and even moved on in one flying leap. Right on top of him.

  But he wasn’t sure what he looked like in her mind. Was he a narrow, crumbling ledge? Or did she feel like he did, like he was something solid and lasting? Something she wanted to hold on to.

  Quit being a sappy shit, he told himself. Enjoy this night for what it is, and let her take the lead. If she doesn’t want you, leave her alone.

  He returned to the bedroom, pushing thoughts of permanence from his mind so that he could concentrate on enjoying right now with Lily.

  She was lying on the bed, a light flush still covering her body, and he felt a surge of fierce pride that she’d chosen him, even if it was just for one night. “Open your legs for me.” His urging was soft, belying his intense thoughts, and she did as he asked. It turned him on, to see her spreading her legs for him so that he could see all of her pink, swollen sex. He could feel his cock stirring, even as he covered her with the cool, damp cloth.

  When it touched her body, she started, but didn’t move away or clamp her legs shut, and a thrill rushed through him at the realization that she must trust him. He finished and threw the washcloth toward the bathroom, hearing the wet splat as it smacked against the wall.

  Lily laughed. “It’s a good thing your dream wasn’t to play in the NBA.”

  He climbed back on the bed and settled his body next to hers, gathering her in close. “Nah, I was more of a loner. Probably because I’m not coordinated enough for team sports.”

  She snorted. “Felt pretty coordinated to me,” she said under her breath.

  Bruno laughed and kissed her neck. She turned her face to his, smiling, and before long, their mouths were clinging in hot, wet kisses. He stroked his hands over her body, enjoying the feel of her flat belly, soft skin, and plump breasts. “Does that mean you’re ready for round two?”

  She sat up and cocked an eyebrow, bringing her hand to his chest. “Does that mean you are?” she teased, as she ran her hand down his body until her fingers touched warm, hard cock. She gasped. “Oh, my God, you are.”

  He grinned as he pulled her atop him and spread her legs to straddle him. “Just be gentle with me,” he said teasingly, as he rolled on another condom and brought her down onto him.

  Chapter Six

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sp; Lily awoke shortly before six o’clock the next morning. The room was faintly lit by the warm lights coming from the city and the reflection of the moon off the white-capped Andes. It gave everything a soft, ethereal glow, and under the fluffy comforter, she felt like she was living in the Hollywood version of Heaven.

  Next to her, Komarov was lying on his stomach, one arm under the pillow and the other slung over her rib cage. His soft, even breathing was the only sound in the room as she studied his face, drinking in the sight of him so relaxed.

  He was a gorgeous man. And good and kind and patient and a ferocious, intense lover. If she were still being selfish, she’d say that he was exactly the kind of man that she wanted for her own.

  But that was crazy, wasn’t it? She barely knew him. She had done something wild, had sex with him—three times—after an acquaintance of mere hours, but that didn’t mean that they were in a relationship. At least, not one that was going to last longer than the time it took her to get up, pack, and walk out the door.

  Which she would have to do. Soon, in fact. Her spirits sank. The next flight to New York left in just under three hours. Yesterday, the desk agent had told her that her reservation had been transferred to the 8:40 a.m. flight, but she hadn’t received a confirmation e-mail. And she still had to pack and take a taxi to the airport, get through security…

  She sighed.

  Part of her wished Komarov was awake so that he could work his magic and relax her. Somewhere between making love for the second and third time, Lily had realized just how easily he had made her forget her troubles, had made her feel wanted and normal and good and whole, and she missed that already.

  Even when they had first met, he had pushed things in her that she hadn’t known she had needed until later; exhilarated by their exchange in the hotel lobby, she’d already been in a better mood than she had all week. She just hadn’t realized it until it was too late. When she woke in a hotel room with this man by her side and could feel herself at the edge, ready to fall into something more serious than just one night.