“What kind of a dream?” she asked, and then almost cringed. She didn’t want to know about his dream. Did she?
“You and I were here, on the beach.” His hands slid around her waist, settling just below her bikini bra, and her breathing hitched. His lips softly brushed the side of her neck, and she tilted her head without thought, welcoming more of his heated touch. “We were stretched out in the sand, your nails scratching my back. My lips moved down your body, kissing you here and here.” His fingers brushed across her ribs and lower to her belly button. “Then they moved lower.”
And so did his hands.
Kayla bit her lower lip to keep from screaming. She needed to stop him before it went any further. But God, she couldn’t.
“You smell like vanilla. Do you taste like that as well, Kayla? Is your pussy coated in your juices?”
His fingers moved between her legs and slid aside the crotch of her suit. Her knees felt weak as heat singed her flesh. A gentle touch swept along her slit, and her face burned in mortification. He would know how much she wanted him, how wet she was.
She squirmed, turning in his arms. “Steve,” she whispered.
His lips captured hers, his tongue invading to explore and immediately put an end to any argument she might have. Wow, the man could kiss. Soft and gentle, yet demanding at the same time. Pulling her lower lip into his mouth, he sucked and then let it go with a pop. His middle fingers dipped into her channel, teasing that sensitive spot just inside the opening.
“Do you have any idea how much I want you?” he whispered.
She shook her head, unable to answer around the wave of lust that strangled her.
“I want to taste you, Kayla, then fill you with my cock until you beg me to stop.”
“We can’t do this,” she croaked, pushing at his hand. “In a way you’re my boss. Steve, please.”
He moved his hand, and she almost fell backward into the water. Her legs were like spaghetti, and she had to grab his forearm to steady herself. How could she have let it get this far? What was wrong with her? He comes up behind her, starts talking dirty, and the next thing she knows he’s fondling her to the point of orgasm.
Raising her chin, she shoved his arm aside and snapped, “I will not be another one of your conquests, Steve. I’m not a plaything and I refuse to be treated like one.”
“That’s not what I’m doing—”
“The hell it’s not. I know how you operate. I’ve heard the flight attendants talk.”
Steve ran his hand through his hair, his lips thinning into a tight line. “You shouldn’t believe everything you hear, Kayla. Yeah, I’ve fooled around. But damn it, do you really think I’ve slept with over half the attendants at National?”
She crossed her arms over her chest and glared at him. “I don’t know. Have you?”
“No!”
She sighed and spread her arms. “It doesn’t matter anyway. I’m not getting involved with a pilot, especially you.”
With that, she stormed past him and headed to her room with as much dignity as she could muster. The man made her crazy, and she couldn’t believe she’d actually let him touch her pussy.
It was the way he talked.
She rolled her eyes and glanced up at the stars. Men who talked dirty were her weakness. Someone who was good at it could make her orgasm with just words, and Steve was definitely good at it. She needed to stay away from him.
Before she realized what she was doing, she stood outside Jordan’s door. Raising her hand, she knocked loudly. “Jordan. It’s me. You still up?”
Jordan opened the door, the white hotel robe tied around his waist. She quickly brushed past him into the room. “You are not going to believe what I just almost did—”
She came to an abrupt stop at the sight of the naked man in Jordan’s bed—the sheet around his waist, his bare chest and face as red as hers must be. “Oh, God. I’m so sorry.”
As fast as possible, she spun around and headed for the door. Jordan grabbed her arm and stopped her. “It’s okay. Come to the bathroom.” Over his shoulder, he added, “I’ll be right back.”
Kayla sat on the side of the tub and dropped her head in her hands. Her face still burned in embarrassment. How could she have just walked in without thinking like that?
“I’m so sorry, Jordan.”
He sat on the tub next to her and put his arm around her shoulders. “It’s fine. We were in between rounds anyway.”
Kayla groaned, making Jordan chuckle. “You’re upset, doll. Tell me what’s wrong.”
“I ran into Steve on the beach.”
“Yeah? And?”
“And.” She took a deep breath before continuing. “I let him…”
“Honey you’re killing me. Let him what?”
“I let him grope me!”
Jordan snickered. “Well, did you at least get an orgasm out of it?”
She squeezed her temples, trying not to laugh herself. She sounded like some kind of skittish teenager despondent over the fact she’d just let her boyfriend get to first base.
Well, actually it was third.
“No,” she mumbled.
“Ah, honey, have I taught you nothing?”
She snapped her head up and glared at him. “This isn’t funny!”
He patted her knee, not the least offended at her snappy attitude. “Have you wondered yet, why he got as far as he did before you stopped him?”
She waved her hand through the air. “I know why. I know I’m attracted to him and so do you. Okay, I’ve admitted it, there it is.”
“There it is,” he agreed with a smile.
“So what are you not saying, Jordan?”
He shrugged. “Just have sex with the guy, Kayla. You’re usually not so uptight about it. You’ve even done a threesome once or twice. If you can do that, you can fuck this guy.”
Kayla studied her fingernails, trying not to look at her friend. He was right. This should be easier for her. “It’s different with him,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
“How so?” Jordan asked.
“I don’t know.”
He lifted her chin with his finger and smiled gently. “You’re lying. You know exactly why he’s different. And so do I. Do whatever you think is best. Fuck him or don’t. But don’t string him along. Either stay away from him, which will be hard to do here, or just give in. Personally, I think you should just make a deal to sleep with the guy here. Bang the hell out of him and get it out of your system. Make it clear right up front that it’s only here. Once you’re back home, it’s over.”
“I’ll think about it.”
“Good, now go get some sleep and let me bang the hell out of my island fling.”
“Fine,” she growled tiredly.
Jordan kissed her on the cheek. “He’s not such a bad guy, Kay, and I believe that if you just spend a little time with him, you may find out the two of you are pretty compatible.”
She frowned up at him. “Are you up to something?”
He shrugged. “No more than I usually am.”
She pursed her lips in thought, then decided to let it go. If he was up to something, he wouldn’t tell her anyway. “I’ll see you tomorrow,” she said as she left his room and headed down the hall toward her own.
Chapter 4
Steve wandered around the resort keeping an eye out for Kayla. The warm, afternoon tropical sun shone bright, beating down on the concrete path that weaved through the vegetation of the resort. He regretted not bringing his sunglasses and shielded his eyes against the glare. So far he hadn’t seen Kayla yet. But God, he could still feel her, smell her.
Last night she’d felt so perfect in his arms. Her tiny frame molded to his, setting his blood on fire. Unfortunately, she’d run. He’d come on too strong. But the second he’d seen her standing in those waves, her hair cascading down her back, the moonlight glistening off the drops of water clinging to her flesh, he couldn’t resist touching her, tasting her.
Five minutes later, he’d canceled her reservation and added his own. They would be full later and if she wanted to eat there, she would be forced to eat with him. Damn, he felt low. For the first time in his life, he was being sneaky to get a date.
“What the hell are you doing?”
Steve spun around and caught Jordan staring at him with narrowed eyes.
He shrugged. “Just making reservations for dinner.”
“You canceled Kayla’s.”
“So I’m sinking to a new low. Sue me.”
“Ya think?”
With a sigh, Steve continued toward the beach-front rooms, Jordan close on his heels. “She’ll be furious. You should just go ahead, pack your things, and go stand in the streets of Iraq dressed as Uncle Sam. They’d be easier on you than she would be.”
“Not if you don’t tell her.”
“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t.”
Steve came to a stop and stared out at the crowded beach. Sunlight reflected off the water, making him squint. What reason did he have? He’d just done something he swore he’d never do. Manipulate a date.
He turned to look at Jordan. “You know. I don’t know if I can.”
“Look, Steve. I’m not stupid. I’ve seen what’s in your eyes when you look at her. But I also know what’s in her heart. You scare her. And that scares me. I don’t want to see her hurt.”
“I would never intentionally hurt her, Jordan.”
“All right, big boy. I won’t say anything, but for her sake keep it strictly physical. No promises, no sweet words of love, just sex.”
“What makes you think she would even agree to have sex with me?”
“Call it a hunch. Why don’t you make the proposition first? Offer her an island fling?”
“An island fling?” Steve asked skeptically.
“Sure. Just remember what I said. If you agree to keep it strictly physical, no emotions, she would probably agree to that much quicker.”
“Why are you doing this?” Steve asked as he studied the tall, muscular man. His brown eyes shone with intelligence and just a hint of mischief. As though he were setting him up for something.
“I think a fling would be good for her. It would keep her busy and out of my sex life for the duration of the trip. Not that I don’t love Kayla, you understand, I just want her to get a little. Maybe then she won’t be so snappy.”
Steve chuckled at that bit of logic. “Has she been snappy lately?”
“You’ve seen her. What do you think?”
Steve sighed and nodded his head in acknowledgment. After last night, he’d have to agree with him. But on the flip side, he’d deserved everything she’d spouted off.
“Just remember what I said. Don’t hurt her.” Jordan poked his finger into Steve’s chest and then headed toward the beach, leaving Steve to contemplate his words.
Strictly physical? Could he keep it just that? He knew he could. He’d done it before with lots of other women, but could he do it with her? Or would she worm her way further into his heart than she already had? With a tired sigh, he turned and headed back to the cool comfort of his room.
* * * *
Kayla stood outside Steve’s door and twisted her fingers. Could she do this? Keep it strictly physical? Her body still burned from the night before. Still tensed in hunger. A hunger Steve had started, and one she desperately wanted him to finish.
I can do this.
Raising her hand, she knocked and then clenched her trembling fingers as she waited nervously for him to answer. The door swung open, and she stood immobile, her eyes glued to his bare chest and all that smooth tan skin over hard muscle. She knew he worked out, but damn. She certainly hadn’t expected the amount of muscle or the washboard abs.
Lowering her gaze she followed the light dusting of hair that trailed down his stomach like an upside down arrow, coming to a stop at the impressive bulge beneath his swim trunks. She licked her lips and for a second imagined herself sucking his cock into her mouth, running her tongue around the tip and licking his salty cum. Again, she licked her lips and tightened her thighs against her throbbing pussy. The wetness poured from her body, saturating her swimsuit bottoms.
“Keep looking at me like that, sweetheart, and you’ll find yourself fucked, and good.”
She gasped and met his dark, hungry eyes. Was what she felt that evident, that obvious? Steeling her spine, she lifted her chin, determined to get this out. “We’ll have sex, but only here. Once we leave, that’s it.” She took a deep breath and added, “And you have to use a condom.”
Steve raised a brow, amusement lifting the corner of his lips. “If that’s what you want.”
She tugged at the hem of her bathing suit cover. “That’s what I want.”
“Come in then.” He stood back and held the door open wider.
“Now?”
He just smiled, sending her heart skipping uncontrollably. “Now sounds good to me.”
She stepped into the room, feeling as though she was walking into a lion’s den. The bed was unmade, the sheets in disarray. Images of them tangled in those sheets flitted through her mind, and her nipples hardened. She turned and spotted him leaning his back against the door, his arms crossed over his chest. Lifting her hands, she pulled open her suit cover, revealing her pink bikini.
His eyes darkened as they roamed over her figure, heating her flesh. “Take it off,” he commanded.
She dropped the cover, becoming bolder with every second. The way he looked at her set her on fire, made her more confident. Reaching behind her, she unsnapped the top. With a teasing grin, she held one arm over her breasts while the other hand dropped the bikini top. A muscle jerked in his cheek, and her grin widened as she cupped her breasts, shielding them from his view.
He stalked toward her, slowly, deliberately, and her heart pounded in her chest. Taking a step back, she bumped into the mattress and then lifted her leg, settling one knee on the bed, and then the other. She almost lost her balance, but kept her hold on her breasts, determined to tease him. Her position on the bed put her at eye level with him, and the smoldering in his gaze made her legs tremble uncontrollably. She would get it good.
Hopefully.
His hands covered hers and squeezed before moving them. Dipping his head, he circled his tongue around her aching nipple, his teeth nipping at the underside of her breast. She inhaled sharply, pushing her chest out farther, silently begging him to continue, to take it in his mouth and suck.
“Mmmm,” he moaned. “I wanted to do this last night.”
The tip of his tongue swiped across her sensitive nipple, and she gasped, desperately wanting more. His palm covered the other mound and massaged while his hot mouth enveloped the sensitive peak. Heat encompassed her, made her crazy, and she moaned as pleasure raced through her. Burying her hands in his hair, she tried to pull him closer, get him to suck harder.
He pulled away and slid his hands down her hips, tugging at her bikini bottoms. When they reached her knees, he gently pushed her to the mattress. “Lie back.”
She watched as he pulled them the rest of the way off, his fingers sliding along her skin leaving goose bumps in their wake. His gaze followed his hands back up the inside of her thighs. Oh, God. She was so turned on, if he touched her there, she would explode.
Laying her head back against the pillows, she spread her legs, giving him access to what they both wanted. His hot breath blew along her slit and she bucked her hips.
“Oh.”
Gentle pressure on the inside of her thigh spread her legs wider. Steve bit at her labia, sending a current of tingling sensations straight to her womb. He was killing her.
Damn it, touch me. Lick me. Any
thing!
His tongue slid along her slit, and she gripped the sheets, biting her lip to keep from shouting.
“So wet,” he sighed against her. “Have you been thinking about what I said I wanted to do to you?”
“Yes,” she groaned. Another sweep of his tongue moved a little deeper and she sighed, her body begging for the touch he was holding just out of reach. “Steve, please.”
“Would you like for me to do those things, Kayla?” His fingers spread her pussy lips, and he dipped his tongue deep in her wet channel. But only once before pulling away again.
“Yes, Steve,” she moaned.
“You taste so good, Kayla.” Another deep sweep of his tongue. “So sweet.”
“Oh, fuck.”
“Yes, Kayla. I will fuck you.” He circled her clit with his tongue and then moved lower to lap at the juices dripping from her pussy. “With my tongue, my fingers.”
To prove his point he pushed two fingers into her tight channel. Her hips rose from the mattress, pulling his fingers deeper. “Then when you can’t take anymore, I’ll fuck you with my cock. Just like this.” His fingers slowly worked in and out while his teeth nibbled at her clit. “Slow and deep.”
She was so close. She could feel her walls tightening around his fingers, could feel the first beginning throbs. Her breath came out in pants, she could hardly think.
“Steve.”
“Come on, sweetheart.” The rhythm of his fingers increased, pushing in harder, deeper. Her juices poured out, running between the cheeks of her bottom and onto the mattress. “Come for me. I want to taste you in my mouth.”
His lips clamped down on her swollen nub and sucked. Her release hit her hard, and she screamed, her hips rising from the bed with the tempo of her throbs. Eventually, they subsided, and she released her grip on the sheets, enjoying the soft licks of his tongue against her pussy.
“Ah, so sweet, Kayla,” he whispered as his lips worked a path up her stomach.
She could feel the heat begin again, the need between her legs rising. What was he doing to her?
“Mmmm,” she crooned and wrapped her arms around his neck. His teeth bit at her bottom lip, and she opened for his kiss. His mouth was hot and demanding. She swept her tongue through his mouth, tasting herself, and it turned her on, made her hotter. Steve moaned, the head of his thick cock rubbing against her through his shorts. With trembling hands, she tugged at the waistband, trying to get them off.
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