by P. J. Mellor
That thought brought him down from the euphoric, sensual haze he’d enjoyed throughout the night.
He swung his feet to the floor and sat on the edge of his king-size bed. Maybe he should take a run and go by Jack’s place. Just to make sure she hadn’t taken anything when she left.
Maybe she’d still be there.
The thought brought instant arousal. Hard and throbbing, he stepped into a cold shower, then donned his running shorts. After a quick coat of sunscreen, he brushed his teeth and was out the door, running down the beach.
His steps faltered a few yards from Jack’s deck.
Bright sunshine reflected from alabaster skin. He watched her lower her perfect nude body into the hot tub, his cock throbbing and eager, despite his earlier decision to just check on Jack’s house.
Before he realized it, he stood on the edge of the deck.
Her head was turned up to the sun, eyes closed. Her long, light brown hair glowed with health and streaks of blond, making his fingers itch to run through the silken-looking strands.
The sun had already turned the fair skin on the tip of her nose and cheeks a becoming shade of pink.
“You really should apply sunscreen if you plan to stay out here for long,” he told her in a low voice.
She jumped and screamed, the motion giving him a tantalizing view of pert, raspberry-colored nipples on a world-class rack. Beneath his shorts, his erection pushed against the liner.
Sinking beneath the churning water, she backed to the far side of the tub. “This is private property,” she said through tight-looking lips; he imagined those lips around the part of his anatomy that literally jumped to attention. “In fact,” she continued over the sudden roar in his ears, “this is a private beach.”
“I know,” he managed to say, fists clenched to keep from dragging her out of the tub and plunging into the wet heat he knew existed just below the water level. He motioned with a jerk of his thumb. “I’m staying at a place down the beach.”
“Oh.” She still kept as far away as possible, her arms crossed protectively over her breasts.
He wished she’d drop her arms. His mouth salivated for another taste of her delicious tits. But right now he’d settle for a look.
“Are you a friend of Jack’s?” At her puzzled look, he clarified, “The guy who owns this place?”
“Oh, ah, no. I’m a friend of his brother-in-law.”
“Tucker?” The sorry son of a bitch who took on the case of that scum-sucking fund-raiser, McCall Lindsey. When the hooker nodded, he schooled his expression and gave what he hoped was a friendly smile. She couldn’t help the poor choices her friend Tucker made.
“So, is Tuck your lawyer?” She nodded and he wondered why she needed a lawyer, then remembered her profession. “Well, he’s one of the best.” He bared his teeth in a parody of a smile.
The woman glanced nervously at the door, back to him, and then back to the door, probably gauging the distance to safety.
His mind scrambled for something to say, some kind of introduction. But he’d have to come up with an alias. Given her line of work, it would be financial suicide to reveal his identity.
“I’m Alex,” he said, using a shortened version of his middle name so it really wasn’t a lie. He stepped closer to the hot tub, extending his hand.
Her hand trembled within his, her eyes wide. They were blue, he noted. Such a light shade that they almost disappeared against her pale skin. Her blond-tipped eyelashes did nothing to add color to her pallor.
“Mac.” Her voice was low and husky. Shards of desire ripped through him.
“I’m sorry, what did you say?” He leaned closer.
“Uh, my friends call me Mac.” Tucker had advised her to lay low and not advertise her identity. Of course, she doubted he’d envisioned her being in quite this position.
“And Mac would be short for what? Your last name? Or is it your first?”
“Last.” Why hadn’t she prepared for something like this?
“It’s your last name?”
She nodded and he grinned, revealing a perfect set of blinding white teeth and killer dimples. “So, I guess, after last night, I can consider myself one of your friends, Mac?”
Numbly, she nodded again while flashes of memory tumbled through her mind. They’d been together last night? Reality hit her.
It was no dream.
Her gaze traveled from the top of his tousled, sun-kissed blond hair to the bottom of the running shorts, which was as far as she could see due to the edge of the hot tub. Sunshine gleamed from the smooth, golden-tanned skin of his very impressive chest.
Oh, wow. If she was going to step out of character as she obviously did last night, she couldn’t think of a better person to do it with than the splendid specimen before her.
Hattie’s words about enjoying a fantasy life filtered through her mind. Why not begin living the fantasy right here, right now?
“What do you charge for dinner?” he asked.
She blinked. Huh? “I’m sorry, I think I misunderstood you. What did you say?”
Alex looked slightly embarrassed. He glanced down at his feet, then met her gaze. “I’m not in the habit of, well, this kind of thing. I’d like to take you out for dinner, but I thought I should ask what it would cost me.”
She blinked again. Was she missing something? How could she possibly know in advance what it would cost him to take her to dinner? “I guess it would depend on where we went.”
“Is that right? Huh, I didn’t realize that.”
How could he not realize that? she wondered. Gorgeous as he was, was he somehow mentally deficient?
It didn’t matter. She’d decided to explore her wild side, her inner temptress, during her enforced vacation. And she couldn’t think of anyone she’d rather do it with than the man standing on her deck.
But the man was turning to leave.
“Wait!” She jumped up, then immediately sank back under the churning water. Why had she come out here naked? There were two perfectly good bathing suits in her bedroom.
He stopped at the steps leading down to the beach and looked over his shoulder.
“Um…” She licked her lips and tried one of the come-hither looks Hattie had been advising her to use. “What’s your hurry? Why don’t you join me?” She motioned to the other side of the tub. At his obvious hesitation, she added with a smile, “No charge.”
He smiled and strode back across the deck, wasting no time in shucking off his miniscule shorts, and then climbed in with her.
The old Mac would have averted her eyes, but during her stay at Pleasure Beach, she was determined to be the new, improved version. McCall Lindsey, wild woman.
She looked across the bubbling water at the hunk and fought down her feeling of tenderness. She’d always been a sucker for the down-and-out. A champion of lost causes. She had a good handle on reading people, and this guy was a snap. So concerned with cost, he obviously was barely scraping by to survive in this area.
Poor Alex.
3
As soon as Derek was submerged in the hot water, he reached for her—his personal bath toy.
She came willingly into his arms, her face turned up for his kiss.
Man, the way she looked, all sexy and sun-kissed, knocked him out. He wanted nothing more than to plunge into her wetness and explore what they’d begun last night.
But he couldn’t. At least, not yet. He wanted their time today to last, wanted her to want him as much as he wanted her.
She was a pro, he reminded his eager body. Did he have what it took to turn a hooker on? If the almost painful hard-on was any indication, probably not. But he was willing to give it his best shot. Or die trying.
He traced the outline of her lips with his tongue. She moaned and edged forward, obviously wanting to deepen the kiss. He held back, blowing softly against the wetness before nibbling at each corner of her succulent mouth.
Beneath the water, his erection pulsed with each
beat of his heart, telling him he was a fool to try to give someone like that pleasure before taking his own.
But it was suddenly the most important challenge of his life.
Mac’s bones took on the consistency of warm Silly Putty, her muscles melting. Still, her flesh-and-blood fantasy lover continued his sensuous torture.
Big, hot hands spanned her waist, raising her above the water until her nipples were directly aligned with his mouth. Before she had time to decide whether she should be embarrassed at the exposure, his mouth closed over one distended tip.
Each deep draw on her breast created an interesting tingle between her legs, an answering ache in her womb.
She wanted to reciprocate, but her body refused to follow her orders. Instead, she hung there, limply suspended above easily the most gorgeous man she’d ever seen, while he suckled at breasts that became heavier and more sensitive by the second.
Maybe she’d suffered a minor stroke, which would explain her inability to move or form a coherent sentence. Pleasure rushed through her. Dang, it felt good!
She whimpered when he lifted her higher to perch along the lip of the tub, instantly missing the warmth of the water and his voracious mouth.
But not for long.
He spread her legs with a gentle hand on each knee, holding them open when she attempted to protect what little modesty she had left.
Lightly, he blew on the feminine folds all but bare from her recent adventure in bikini waxing. The effect sent delicious shivers coursing through her.
She tried to clamp her legs together, but he wasn’t allowing it.
“So pretty,” he whispered, “all pink and plump.” He leaned forward to kiss the pink skin, then leisurely lapped at her folds.
All thoughts and sensation immediately zapped to that one area, centered on the feel of his hot tongue. Like warm, wet velvet, the tongue caressed each petal before concentrating on swirling around and around her ultra-sensitized nub, driving her wild.
It was a short drive.
McCall moaned and rested her weight back on her arms, spreading her legs wider.
The sun shone down on her, kissing the tips of her breasts, warming her upturned face. The constant Gulf breeze gently wrapped around her, holding her in its sensuous embrace.
Behind her, the sounds of the waves and seagulls faded to be replaced by the echo of her own heartbeat. When he drew the nub into his mouth and sucked, her breath hitched and her heart stumbled as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her.
During the throes of her climax, she clamped her legs together, imprisoning his head. It wasn’t until his fingers took up where his talented mouth left off that she relaxed and her legs fell open.
Alex smiled up at her, his heated gaze caressing her from the top of her head to the spot his hand touched so intimately, and back.
“So responsive, so slick and pretty,” he praised. One, then two fingers slid in and out of her heat, driving her slowly toward the edge again.
When his tongue replaced his fingers, she felt orgasm number two cresting.
Before she caught her breath, he pulled her back to him and into the hot, bubbling water. With a forceful thrust that made her eyes widen, he filled her.
His mouth took hers on her gasp, his tongue mimicking the other part of his anatomy. Her bones dissolved.
Body limp, she rode the rise and fall of the water while he plunged in and out. Each stroke of his sex pulled her closer to the brink of another climax while its echo tugged on her heartstrings.
It was all she could do to keep her eyes open, wrung out from such violent pleasure. Yet her eyes widened when climax number three washed over her.
Alex’s shout of completion echoed in her ear where her head rested against his hard-planed chest.
For several long moments, he held her, his hand stroking and petting while his lips trailed gentle kisses along her hairline and temple. The hot water churned around them, its action rubbing her breasts against his chest.
Derek heaved a sigh and looked out over the water. He held a bit of heaven in his arms, but he reminded himself it was an illusion. The woman he held so possessively had shared several, perhaps hundreds, of encounters such as this. Just because it felt so unique and special to him, didn’t mean he should get carried away.
But, damn, she felt good in his arms. Right. Like she was made to be there.
Dangerous thought.
“What do you do, Mac, when you’re not…um, dating?”
She pulled back and stared up at him with those pale eyes. She was good, he’d give her that. If he didn’t know better, he’d swear she had no idea what he was talking about.
She shrugged. “I don’t date all that much.” He valiantly ignored the effect her nipples had on him. “I had a serious relationship a while back, but it’s over now.”
“A John?”
She frowned, looking genuinely puzzled. “No,” she said after a moment, “his name was Joel. I—”
His mouth covered hers. It was his only hope. Learning more about her was too personal. He didn’t want to hear about her life with anyone else.
McCall couldn’t believe her luck. The hunk was kissing her socks off—had she been wearing any. Maybe her luck was about to change. After all, how could something that felt this good be wrong?
She deepened the kiss, straddled his lap and smiled. He was up to the challenge. Again. His engorged sex prodded her eager opening. She wiggled closer.
He groaned into her mouth, the sound vibrating against her teeth.
“I want to fuck you,” he said on a growl, “now!”
“Yes!” She threw back her head and laughed up at the sun. He plunged into her again and again, causing wickedly lovely sensations to dance through her, quivering her muscles.
The fantasy was alive and well. And doing the humpty-hump in a hot tub, right out in the open.
McCall Lindsey, wild woman.
4
On wobbly legs, Derek stepped out of the tub and carried Mac into the house. She protested sleepily about them tracking in water.
He didn’t care.
Wild with lust, all he cared about was slaking said lust with her on Jack’s sin-with-me bed.
His rock-hard cock bumped painfully against his thigh with each agonizing step. Hell, he’d never make it to the bedroom.
He took a hard right and entered the kitchen that ran the length of the right side of the house and laid his birthday present on the granite island countertop.
Her eyes flew open, but before she could protest, he covered her lips with his hungry mouth. She immediately became boneless in his arms. How the hell did she do that? It drove him wild.
Of course, she was a pro, so if anyone would know how to drive a man wild, it was her.
“I want to eat you,” he said. He knew he was being crude and blunt, but surely she’d heard worse than that in her line of work.
He spread her limp legs and admired the sweetness of her pink cunt. Rosy from the hot tub, it was swollen and pouting.
He leaned down to give it a quick nip. She gasped and bucked off the counter, and would have fallen had he not anchored her.
“Shh, shh,” he whispered against her moistness, then placed a tiny kiss on the unbelievably soft petals. “I just can’t wait any longer, baby.” He forced his tongue to go slowly as it dragged the length of her, then traced the outline of the distended nub.
She whimpered, her knees falling open. His hands stroked the velvet smoothness of her inner thighs before gently holding them open to stroke her with his thumbs while his tongue delved in and out of her sweet wetness.
The muscles in her thighs began to vibrate against his palms. Her movements became jerky, almost frantic. Her hands grasped his head, yanking painfully on his hair. It wasn’t hard to read her body language. She wanted him inside her. He wanted that, too. But first he wanted this.
He softly blew against her trembling flesh. “Easy, baby, easy. Let me love you with my mouth first
.” He took a nipping sip. “Come for me, sweet thing. Let it go.” His tongue lapped her again. “That’s right. Relax. I can taste your excitement.”
He lowered his mouth again to suck on her nub, his fingers plunging in and out of her wetness. His steel-hard cock bumped against the side of the oak cabinet, sparks of achy pain shooting through his groin. He didn’t care. Nothing else mattered except getting her off, watching her face when she came in his mouth.
And she did.
McCall tried to clamp her legs together against the gush of pleasure, but Alex was having none of that. Gentle hands cupped her knees, keeping them firmly spread wide, while he licked and sipped every bit of her moisture.
Despite the cold stone counter at her back, sweat trickled beneath her breasts and beaded her lip.
No doubt about it, she had a full body flush going on—big time. She tried to calm her racing heart and willed the heat from her cheeks. She was McCall Lindsey, wild woman. She had to keep that in mind.
At least for this moment in time. This moment out of her ordinary, boring life when she dared to let go of all inhibition and simply live for the moment.
To her surprised delight, she found arousal building again.
“Alex,” she said to the top of his head, while he placed butter-fly-light kisses between her spread legs. “It’s my turn.”
Her inner wild woman found the strength to push him back and swing her legs around the edge of the counter to hop down.
She stroked him from shoulder to knees with just the tips of her fingers. If she lived to be one hundred, she’d never forget the feel of his smooth, hot skin over hard, flexing muscles.
With a nudge, she pushed him back to sit on one of the bow-back oak kitchen chairs, and knelt between his spread legs. His erection jutted up from the chair and she paused.
The guy was definitely well endowed. How had she ever taken all of him? Memories of how well they had fit together, how deeply he’d embedded within her, had her squirming as she reached for him.