Caught Up In You (Indigo Royal Resort Book 2)

by Claire Hastings

  “Well, Mr. Cruz, I’m not entirely sure how I am expected to respond to that,” she said, trying to be professional.

  “Really,” he whispered against her ear, before nipping at it lightly. “I figured you’d have some smart response locked and loaded for me.”

  His hand settled on her bare knee, his fingers lightly caressing the skin. Her breath caught and her eyelids slid closed as he started to move that hand north a bit, sliding it underneath the hem of her dress. Her nipples contracted again, but this time she knew she couldn’t use the excuse of it being cold inside the car. Because now, it was hot—so hot, she felt like she might just catch fire.

  Chapter Twelve

  Cullen had no intention of seducing Leona in the car. In fact, it had been the furthest thing from his mind when he offered to give her a ride home. In that moment, his biggest concern was making a clean escape from a house where he was very obviously persona non grata.

  But the smile on her face when he slid into the car after holding the door open for her sparked something in him. He wasn’t sure where it came from, but in that moment his brain went from thinking about escaping to thinking about having her mouth on his. Maybe it was because it was a genuine smile, one that he had not seen on her face since that first visit to the Indigo Royal a decade ago.

  Her breath caught slightly when his hand breached the barrier that was the hem of her sundress. The sound was ever so slight, and he wasn’t sure he would have heard it if he hadn’t had his face so close to hers. Her skin was soft underneath his hand, and he could feel her go still as he continued to graze his fingers lightly across the inside of her thigh. Normally she had so much cheek and gusto that seeing her like this, totally overcome by the sensation, was a serious turn-on. Even more so knowing that it was him causing this reaction. The hard-on forming in his pants didn’t have a chance if she continued to react to his touch like this.

  “Still nothing to say, huh, Menina?” he whispered again. This time, instead of nipping at her ear, he placed a light kiss just behind it. She visibly shivered as he did so, which prodded him to continue to lightly kiss all the way down her neck to just where it met her shoulder.

  “I…I…” she started, unable to concentrate as he kissed her neck.

  “Admit it, you enjoyed our kiss the other night.”

  Leona let out a sigh, her eyes still closed. Cullen could see that she wanted to give in but, just like the other night, a large part of her was still fighting. Even if she couldn’t stand him as a person, there was no denying that physically, he got to her. And he loved knowing that.

  “You want an encore, don’t you, Menina,” he growled softly. His hand slid up her thigh again, coming to rest at the apex so his finger brushed up against the crotch of her cotton panties. She gasped slightly at the touch, sending a bolt of lust straight through him. He was fully hard now, growing harder with each one of her ragged breaths.

  “Maybe,” she breathed.

  “Maybe? Well, let’s see what I can do to convince you.”

  Slowly, he moved his hand from her thigh, moving it to her panty-covered center. With his middle finger, he casually grazed up and down, eliciting a slight moan to escape from her lips. That moan was music to his ears, and he wanted to hear it again. She shifted in the seat, spreading her legs wider for him and tilting her head back a bit. With this newfound access to her neck, he leaned in and kissed her there, placing long, slow, openmouthed kisses all the way up her neck. Still stroking her down below, he started to play with the elastic on the side, toying with the idea of breaking the barrier. He was enjoying this tease more than he probably should be, feeling the fire inside him ignite with every inhale of breath she took. Her panties were damp to the touch now and he could only imagine how wet she must be underneath there.

  When she squirmed beneath his touch and let out another moan, he captured her lips in his, swallowing the sound. She kissed him back hard and fast, without any of the hesitation from the other night. Her tongue found his almost instantly, massaging it roughly and sweetly at the same time, which only stoked his own desire more. Her lips were soft and full and felt like heaven against his, making him want to never break this contact.

  Moving her hand from resting on the seat between them, she reached over and patted her hand on his legs, as if she were looking for something. The repeated contact of her hand shifted his concentration only briefly, but when she found his rock-hard length, it was his turn to groan. Her hand was so little in his lap and even the thought of it wrapped around his cock made him impossibly harder. How was it that one woman had the ability to do this to him with such little effort? Grasping at his package, she gave it a little squeeze that was all he needed to let loose. It was on now.

  The fingers that had just been teasing the elastic barrier quickly pulled it to the side. He found her center, hot, and oh so wet, and started to caress her folds. A moment of shock caused her to pull back from the kiss, arching her back and letting out a full-on gasp. Her eyes caught his and he could see a different kind of fire in them now. Normally the fire that was in them was fueled by anger and annoyance, but now it was fueled by lust and passion. He much preferred this look.

  Continuing his assault on her center, he started kissing her again. His fingers found the little bundle of nerves that he knew she was aching for him to touch. She was so wet that his fingers easily slid across it, causing her to shift again—but this time in an attempt to make contact. He was a man on a mission, and he was going to make this last as long as he could. He wanted her to feel everything. Every little thing he did to her body, all the way from the tips of her toes to the very top of her head. The hand still grasping his cock didn’t let up, working his body into its own lustful frenzy. She started to swivel her hips in a circular motion, but he shifted his weight to make it hard for her to do so. He was the one running this show and she was at his mercy.

  “Mmmmmmm,” she moaned softly.

  His free hand came up to her shoulder, tugging at the strap of her dress, slipping it down her shoulder, exposing her breast. Oh fuck, she’s not wearing a bra. Her breasts were not overly large, but considering how little she was, they were more than proportionate, and they sat beautifully on her chest. Her dusty-pink nipples were already formed into little peaks and Cullen easily fit her entire breast into his hand. It felt so perfect there, like it had been made to fit in that exact space. He gave it a good squeeze before zeroing in on her nipple, rolling the taut little nub in between his fingers. She moaned again into his kiss and he loved how vocal she was. He didn’t remember her being this way before, but it was certainly a nice surprise now.

  He wondered if he could fit an entire breast in his mouth, as he continued his assault both south of the border and up top. A wicked, wild grin spread across his lips as he pulled away from her slightly, leaning back in to whisper in her ear.

  “Such a responsive little thing, aren’t you, Menina?” he teased her.

  She ground against his hand again, lost in her own pleasure. “Just don’t stop,” she managed to say, all breathy and out of control. He could get used to seeing her this way.

  “Don’t stop, you say?” he growled. “Well then, what if I just…did…this…”

  With those long drawn-out words, he slid his hand down her sex, finding her entrance, still soaking wet from all his effort. He slid one large finger into her, slowly moving it back and forth, massaging her insides. She whimpered and cried out as he entered her, tightening the grip of her fingers on his cock.

  “Oh, you like that, Menina? You like when I play with your pussy?”

  Right now Leona had no words for all the things Cullen Cruz was making her feel. Between his mouth and his fingers and those dirty words in that delicious accent, she was surprised she wasn’t a puddle right there on the floor of the town car. He slipped a second finger inside of her as he uttered that tantalizingly dirty question, making her want to explode.

  “Yes!” she cried out, louder than she in
tended. She almost didn’t recognize her voice, all raspy with desire. Who was this that was acting this way?

  It was against her better judgment to let this continue. Hell, it was against her better judgment not to have stopped him the second that he put his hand on her thigh. But there wasn’t a single ounce of her right now that wanted him to stop. In fact, more than anything right now, all she wanted was for him to continue.

  “Good girl, Menina. You are so wet for me,” he said, returning his mouth to her neck. He started with the openmouthed kisses again, but those quickly turned into nips and nibbles that were driving her crazy. Her body was hot all over, and she could feel the flush rising up her neck as he continued lavishing his attention there. It was as if everything was on fire and yet, all she wanted was more. She could feel the start of her orgasm forming inside her. Cruz’s dick was long and hard in her hand and she continued to stroke him. She wondered if she should try to slip her hands down his shorts and make skin-to-skin contact with the incredible beast she knew he housed down there, but she couldn’t get her arm at quite the right angle to do so.

  It’d been ten very long years since she’d felt his hands on her body, and this was better than all her memories and fantasies combined. There was just something about the way he touched her that made her come alive. Made her feel like every nerve ending in her body was there just so he could touch her. It wasn’t like these last ten years had been a drought either. Thanks to Carlos she’d had more than her fair share of toe-curling moments. But nothing Carlos did revved her up the way that Cullen Cruz could by simply saying her name.

  Arching her back, she swiveled her hips, trying to get his hand to make contact with her clit again. But he knew what he was doing and would only make the lightest of contact, just grazing it ever so lightly. Every time he did, he’d drive her wild, inching her closer and closer to the edge, and she could tell that he was eating this up. His mouth moved from her neck down to her chest, taking her right breast into his mouth. His tongue made quick work of finding her nipple and circling it quickly. Oh, fuck. He was going to made her come hard, and soon, if he kept that up.

  “Yes, yes,” she said, unable to stop the words as they spilled from her lips. “Don’t stop, don’t stop, please.”

  “Oh, don’t you worry, Menina. I have no intention of stopping. Not until your pretty little pussy comes all over my hand.”

  With those words, all her wishes were granted and his thumb found her clit as the two fingers that were inside her found their magic spot as well, making her heart rate pick up even more. He lightly bit down on her nipple as he upped the ante on his mission down below, and what had been the start of her orgasm was now in full-on build mode and there was nothing she could do to stop it, even if she had wanted to.

  “Come for me, Menina,” he commanded, and just like that, she fell apart.

  It was as if he muttered some magic words, and suddenly all the intense pleasures she was feeling all over collided into one, rocking her world. Her eyes clamped shut and she saw stars as he continued to play with her sex and love on her breast. She had no idea if she cried out or not; she was too far gone into her own little world to have any real idea what was going on around her.

  It took her a moment to come down from the incredible high that Cruz had sent her on. She felt him remove his hand, but she didn’t bother to open her eyes to see what he was doing with it. She righted her dress, unable to even think about making eye contact with him. What they had just done was so beyond inappropriate, yet all she could think about was returning the favor.

  Before either of them had a chance to say anything, the town car came to a stop, and Saul’s voice came through a little speaker in the ceiling.

  “We’ve arrived back at the Indigo Royal, Mr. Cruz,” the older gentleman informed them.

  Reaching across her again, this time without grazing her breasts, he responded with another little button on the door. “Thanks, Saul.”

  “Menina,” he said.

  “Thank you for the ride, Mr. Cruz,” she said quickly, reaching for the door handle. She opened the car door and piled out as fast as her body could.

  “Leona!” She heard him call after her, but it didn’t stop her as she power walked her way through the lobby and straight toward her suite in the staff dorms. Now that her head wasn’t all foggy with lust, she was slightly ashamed of what she had just done. Did she really let him finger her in the back seat of his town car? Just what kind of slut was he going to take her for now?

  As she closed the door to her suite, she ran the water for a quick shower. For as out of this world as that experience was, she didn’t want to go to bed still being able to smell the spice of him. She might not have been on her best behavior tonight, but she told herself she had nothing to be ashamed of. So she let him give her a hell of an orgasm. She deserved it for all that he made her put up with. Just as long as he didn’t try to pay her off tomorrow morning.

  Chapter Thirteen

  “How was that not a card?” a blonde girl of about fourteen asked as she recovered from being knocked to the ground.

  “It was a clean hit,” Cullen responded. “You gotta learn to stand your ground. Push back a little.”

  The kids had been scrimmaging pretty much all day and by every indication seemed to be having a blast. Broken up randomly into two teams, or at least as random as Cullen could make it while trying to keep the teams even talent wise, they were all wearing either red or blue pinnies and were flat-out running circles around him as he tried to ref the game. Maybe if he had his head in the game and not in the back seat of his ride, he’d be able to keep up a little better. But no matter what he did, his thoughts kept drifting back to last night, the scenes creating a hell of a filmstrip in his brain.

  Of course, it wasn’t just the images from the encounter with his favorite little blonde that he kept remembering. It was the sound of her breathing heavy and her voice going husky as she told him “don’t stop.” It was the smell of sex in the air, combined with the flowery scent that was Leona, and the feel of her coming apart courtesy of his handiwork. It sent a thrill through him every time he remembered the look on her face as she climaxed, causing him to have spent a good portion of the day fighting a hard-on. Thankfully none of the kids seemed to have noticed—or at least if they had, they’d also had the good sense to keep it to themselves.

  He knew that he needed to get his head on straight, not just because of camp, but because he needed to be prepared to see her again. It was inevitable that over the two remaining weeks he had at the Indigo Royal that they’d see each other, and he didn’t need to be a walking boner when it happened. Or else, he was likely to do something more than what he’d done the night before, and that’s not what he wanted.

  It wasn’t that he didn’t want another go-round with Leona, because he most certainly did. He wanted that more than he wanted one of those damn magic muffins that Miller made. But if he were being honest with himself, it wasn’t all he wanted from her. It was tough to admit, but the verbal sparring that had fueled him these last ten years was no longer enough. He wanted more. That more included spending time with her just talking, cuddling, hanging out. It included spending time with her family and investing in her brother’s talent. He knew she was the whole package, and he wanted it.

  A quick blue blur caught the corner of his eye, and he turned to see an older boy, who was easily pushing six feet tall, slide tackle Josef. Luckily Josef saw him coming and was able to dodge most of the contact from the cleats headed his way, but that was a foul no matter what league you played in. The kid was studs up, and he made contact with absolutely none of the ball. Cullen blew his whistle and pulled out the red card he was carrying in his pocket, holding it up to the kid in the blue pinnie.

  “A straight red? Seriously, coach?” the perpetrator whined as he helped Josef up from the ground. Cullen liked the sound of being called “coach.”

  “Without a doubt, Jefferies. You were studs up and yo
u got no part of that ball. That’s a red in any game, in any league, no matter what part of the world you’re in. To the bench you go for fifteen minutes,” he responded, enforcing the rule he had put in place at the beginning of the day. The kid made a face, but he knew Cullen was right so he took his spot over on the side of the field as another kid swapped in.

  The remainder of the afternoon sped by without any more red-card infractions, although he did have to bust out the yellow a couple of times. He let the kids finish up a little early so he could sign whatever items they brought with them and take selfies so they could brag about this experience to all their friends and anyone else who would listen. Once they were all done, the parents started showing up, and Cullen posed for selfies with a couple of them as well.

  Keeping an eye out for Leona, his heart skipped a beat when he saw the family sedan pull up with a little blonde behind the wheel. His heart dropped, however, once he realized it was Anna getting out of the car. He had intended on surprising Leona with some good news, but he supposed her mother was just as legitimate a recipient.

  “Mrs. Filipe, how nice to see you today,” he said, wandering over, trying to get to her before Josef joined in.

  “Oh, Mr. Cruz, hello. Do you greet all the parents?” she asked skeptically.

  “I have tried to know who belongs to whom this week.”

  “That’s quite responsible of you.”

  “Thank you,” he said, choosing to take her statement as a compliment. “I know I mentioned it briefly last night, but I wanted to talk to you again about Josef attending camp again next week.”