Tempting Escape

by Heather McVey

  Chapter 10

  Guy awoke to a loud pounding on his door. He squinted at the travel alarm beside his bed and groaned when he saw that it wasn't yet nine a.m. There was never any urgency in rising while he worked as a diving instructor; he'd grown accustomed to sleeping in later.

  "Come in, before you wake the whole island,” he growled, tugging on the bedclothes to cover his naked hips.

  "Get up!” a voice ordered smartly.

  Guy asked lazily, “How did you get my address?"

  "It was on the note I found asking me out for dinner this evening, which somehow got into my handbag last night during our picnic."

  "So you got it then?"

  Shelly, in no mood for light chitchat, gave a curt nod.

  "By the way, just for the record, that was no picnic, darling, it was a date. Why can't you just admit it?"

  "Because there's nothing to admit there was no date, now get dressed, we need to talk."

  He smiled as Shelly bounded across the room towards him. “Well, darling, since you're here, I don't really see much point in getting dressed. Do you?"

  She tried her best to scowl. To her dismay, the rogue just grinned and patted the bed.

  "Come and join me,"

  "No.” She stared at him. He looked positively delectable with his tousled black hair, flashing blue eyes, and a day's growth of blue-black whiskers darkening his chin sexily. The fact that he probably wasn't wearing anything under the thin cotton sheet didn't help any. Certainly, it didn't bear thinking about.

  "Is something wrong?” He ran a hand down his face.

  Shelly watched the muscles rippling across his chest, looked to the ceiling and nodded.

  "Well?” Now he was intrigued.

  "Ted's here. He arrived this morning."

  "Who's Ted?"

  "My fiancé."

  "So?"

  Shelly wanted to scream at him, to shake him. How could he take it all so casually?

  "So I can't see you again."

  "What about last night? It was wonderful,” he asked suddenly, his lids opening. She received the full force of his dazzling blue gaze.

  Shelly's heart began a ragged drumbeat that resounded in her ears. He looked good, delectable, yummy. She suddenly wanted to ride him.

  But she couldn't, she couldn't allow that to happen.

  She let out a slow, controlled breath. “Goodbye."

  He flung off the sheets and grabbed her before she had gone three paces. “Shelly, wait! Don't do this."

  "Guy, just let me go,” she whimpered.

  "I'm not letting you leave like this.” Guy's heart pounded in a wild, frenzied rhythm, as his common sense told him to move away from her. “You're not thinking clearly."

  "Oh, and I suppose you are. Look at you, you're naked, in case you haven't noticed."

  He smiled faintly. “Just as God made me."

  "Put some clothes on."

  "Why?” He caressed her cheek. “Does the fact I'm naked disturb you?"

  "Yes.” She flushed. If she waited any longer, he'd need to fetch her a bucket for the wetness that felt like a river flowing between her legs. His colossal cock that she'd fantasized about fucking, plunging into her fanny, was barely an inch before her and growing by the minute. If she were to take one step forward, it would poke her in the stomach.

  "Shelly?” He took her hand and pressed it over his swelling hardness. “Tell me you don't want this."

  She looked at his warm cock beneath her hand and whimpered. If she were to bend her head, she could lick the salty pre-ejaculate visible on its smooth head. Even as she thought it, he bent and kissed her crown.

  "Tell me that you don't want me,” he breathed into her ear, sending electric waves through her.

  Shelly wanted to. She truly did, but her lips seemed unable to form the words. She watched as one side of his mouth angled upward drawing her gaze to his sensual lips. She lifted a suddenly trembling hand to his chest. Her fingers clutched his chest hair. To push him away? To pull him toward her?

  He waited, his breath warming her lips before he said, “You're everything I've ever wanted in a woman."

  She shook her head violently, trying to deny it.

  "Yes you are.” He took a deep breath, risking everything. “For the next few hours, do you think that we could give each other what we most desire and not think about anyone else? Just you, me, and this moment?"

  A white-hot stab of fear shot through Guy when she didn't answer. After what seemed like an eternity, she whispered. “Yes, just this once, I'd like to try."

  Guy's heart soared and his body responded with an overpowering energy that robbed the very breath from his throat. He moaned softly, then wrapped her fingers more tightly around his shaft. She stroked each and every contour, along his velvet-over-fist hardness. She ached to feel him inside her.

  Guy led her towards the bed, pulled two foil packets from his wallet, and placed them in clear view on the bedside table. Shelly blushed as her eyes rested on them.

  "You're beautiful when you're embarrassed,” he whispered, his voice thick and raw with emotion. “You're beautiful when you're angry and when you're annoyed, you're beautiful when you laugh and when you smile. In fact, I can't think of a single moment when you're not beautiful."

  "You haven't seen me when I wake up in the morning,” she joked, with forced brightness.

  "Sweetheart, I'd be the happiest man alive if I got to wake up every morning next to you."

  She looked up at him with a slightly dazed expression. She was quite certain he had meant every word. He kissed her again and unbuttoned her blouse. Then he slid his hands in under the garment and it fell from her body to the floor. Her bra was silk and lace, utterly feminine and seductive. She moaned hoarsely as his hands slipped it from her pearly white shoulders. Her breasts were full and round, tipped with dark nipples. Next, he slid her skirt down over her hips. Slowly, her panties followed the same teasingly erotic path.

  He sensed that she had averted her eyes, and he lifted his gaze to her face. He nudged her chin gently with the back of his hand, to make her look at him. “Don't be ashamed of what we're doing."

  "I'm ... I'm not.” Her eyes blazed and she hesitated, looking suddenly shy. “It's just that, well, I'm naked."

  He chortled. “True, but then, so am I."

  Her eyes swept slowly down his chest to his groin, where his cock, swollen and hard, stood out proudly against his bushy, black pubic hair, ready for action. Her cheeks flushed a lovely dark color and she looked away. She couldn't believe she was doing this; her fiancé was waiting back at her bungalow. She shouldn't really, she knew that, but she wanted Guy. Her body, of its own accord, turned into his, seeking the heat and hardness of him with an instinctive greed. She trembled uncontrollably as he reached out and pulled the pins from her hair. In a whoosh, her hair tumbled around them in a shimmering mantel.

  "Stand up.” His voice, soft as it was, was a definite command.

  Shelly looked at him, her eyes large and terrified. “What?"

  "Stand up. I want to look at you."

  Hesitantly, she stood to her feet. Although Guy had seen many naked women, the sight of her, completely nude, almost stopped his heart. Her pale hair hung below her buttocks, its texture like spun gold. It barely veiled the perfect full globes of her breasts, but obscured the sweet secrets Guy longed to explore between her shapely thighs.

  "You're such a beautiful woman."

  "You're not bad yourself,” she teased.

  He ran a hand across his six-pack. “Is that all I get, a not bad?"

  She tipped her head to one side observing him critically, as if he were a sculpture in a museum.

  "Well, what's the verdict? And I'm warning you, it better be better than not bad."

  A smile sneaked around her lips. “You're okay."

  "Okay, not bad, come here, you,” he growled and fell on top of her on the bed.

  Shelly's heart was pounding in her chest. She coul
d no longer keep up her smug act, for every nerve in her body tingled with sweet anticipation. He kissed her and she looked up at him. His gaze never seemed to waver from her face, but she knew he was studying her whole body. The intensity made her shiver, her desire for him all the more acute.

  "Are you afraid?"

  "A little,” she nodded. She was terrified she was going to love it. She was terrified she was letting herself get used again.

  He lifted his head, so that when he spoke, his hoarse reply was uttered an inch or so above her mouth. “I won't hurt you, angel."

  Shelly marveled at him; he was glorious, sleek, and muscled. She straddled him and watched the fire blaze in his eyes. With one hand, he reached up and fondled her breast, while with the other, he caressed the soft swell of her hip. The muscles of her limbs grew pleasantly rigid, and heat throbbed between her thighs, down the small of her back. He smoothed his fingertips down the outside of her thigh, then along towards the pulsating lips of her pussy. Shelly lifted to meet them, the delicious feel of his hard cock pressing against her dripping slit. He found her and pressed softly inward with a single finger, until she let out a little gasp of delight. His touch grew firmer, centering on her most sensitive area, circling, stroking, and raising delicious tongues of fire within her.

  She felt as if something was going to snap within her, as if she was going to explode. She opened her mouth to cry out but Guy cut it off with a plunging kiss. “Not yet, sweetheart, I want to feel your little pussy grip me while you call out my name."

  Shelly bit her lip. Man, was he egoistic! She had never called out a man's name in the final throes of passion and she didn't intend to now, thank you very much.

  Before Shelly quite knew what had happened, he had flipped her over, laying her down until she was lying beneath him, his delicious weight pushing her down into the soft mattress—his huge shoulders dwarfing her slender ones.

  "Now I'm going to lick you."

  He licked her, pulling the smooth shaven lips of her pussy apart, so he could better lick her warm slit with his tongue. He bit her swollen clit, then shoved his tongue in between her lips. He was able to make it go rigid, so that his tongue plunged in and out of her, stiff and hard to the center of where he wanted his cock to be, tasting her creamy juice.

  "Guy, I—” The words turned into a little whimper when he licked her again. He liked the rough needy sound she let out so much, he just kept at it.

  "Oh ... oh ... ohmigod."

  When he switched to a nibble, then sucked her into his mouth, she nearly bucked right off the bed. He slid his hands beneath her, cupping her delectable butt in his hands and held on. Licking. Sucking. More licking, until her every muscle tightened and trembled.

  Shelly was aware of the sound of tearing foil, and then gently, he took her hand and guided it down along his body and folded her fingers around his sheathed cock to reassure her.

  "I know,” she whispered. “I trust you.” Even through the condom, she could see that he had a lovely piece of meat. She licked her lips. God, how she wanted him to use it. He kissed her eyelids, her forehead, her cheeks, and finally, her lips. Then he looked at her, sweeping her hair away from her face with both hands as he held his upper body over her on his elbows. Their hips pressed together. She felt the hardness of his masculinity, the warm furriness of him against the tops of her thighs. She sighed, lifted her knees, parted herself and wrapped her legs around his hips, welcoming him.

  He checked her wetness, then murmured approval and entered her. Shelly gasped. His cock was huge, pushing deep, deeper still. What began as a groan became a wailing cry, treading that delicious threshold separating rapture from agony. She was filled near to being split. She relaxed her muscles until his hard cock was resting more snugly and soothingly within her. But that blissful moment of peace lasted only seconds, for then Guy was moving within her. Shelly took a deep breath and braced her elbows on the bed. Riding the monstrous thing with feral grunts, until it brought her low and sent her soaring.

  She gripped him as he cupped his palms beneath her bottom, lifting her hips to meet his thrusts as he delved deeper and deeper within her, until she was sure there could be no more room for him. Then he gripped her hands with his, linking them together as he kissed her again and again, making love to her mouth as hard, deep, and urgently as he was making love to her body.

  Next time when he withdrew and thrust home, there was nothing gentle about it. “Shelly.” He couldn't help but say her name in wonder, and again in awe, as, fingers and mouths, hearts and souls linked, she took him to a place he'd never been before.

  He gripped her silky hair with one hand, and fondled her breasts with the other, which jiggled against his chest. She stroked his back while she pushed her right hand down between their perspiration-slicked bodies, until her fingers reached her throbbing clitoris. She began to rub herself, the bouncing of their combined bodies adding to the pleasure of each stroke. She moaned and bucked up hard against his pelvis, digging his cock so deep against the back wall of her pussy, she felt as if it might puncture her womb.

  And still, she pushed harder, taking him deeper inside her, enjoying the pleasure along with the pain, of which there was plenty. She hadn't known sex could hurt so much or be so mind-shatteringly wonderful.

  Suddenly, she tightened around him, bursting with enormous waves of pleasure in response to his perfectly timed strokes. She turned her face into the wiry fur of his chest and cried out his name in a cry of pure ecstasy that seemed never to end. Damn, she had sworn she wasn't going to do that. Now he would be impossible to live with. Drenched with sweat, she fell back against the bed, while his huge cock moved in her faster, quicker, deeper.

  At last, Guy quickened his pace and arched his body above hers, his eyes tightly shut, his face contorted with agonizing pleasure. He thrust one last time into her, deep and hard, with a slow groan of male satisfaction. Exhausted, he fell upon her and she wrapped her arms around his perspiration-slicked body, holding him within her for as long as possible, for as long as the moment allowed.

  * * * *

  Shelly waited until Guy had fallen asleep, then she edged herself from beneath him and made her way back to her water bungalow. By the time she got there, she was trembling, and weak at the knees as she tiptoed across the floor towards the bathroom. Gentle snores from the direction of the bedroom told her that Ted was asleep.

  She offered a silent prayer of relief, and hoped that the jetlag would keep him out of it for the next few hours. Stripping off her clothes, she closed the bathroom door gently and ran a bath. She got into the tub; turned the water to high and shut her eyes as the water level rose around her. She thought of the tenderness of Guy's hands, the loving light in his eyes, the care he had taken with her while he made love to her. She thought of him telling her that loving her was like coming home, and a sob rose in her throat. Cupping her face in her hands, she cried as she had never cried in her life, great wretched sobs that shook her entire body. She didn't know if she was in love with the man that she was set to marry. She hiccupped, correction that she should have been married to already. Worse still, she feared she was falling for Guy, but the note she'd scribbled then left on his bedside table before leaving, telling him that she didn't love him had probably ruined whatever could have been between them. She was a fool, a stupid, bumbling fool.

  She cried for what seemed like ages, finally the chill of the water drove her out. Using a fluffy towel, she wiped the water off her legs and arms and like a sleepwalker, dressed again. When she looked up, Ted was standing completely naked in the open doorway watching her with desire in his eyes. Another sob tore its way out of her.

  "I'm sorry,” she lied as she looked from his hardening erection, fleetingly into his eyes. “My time of the month came early Ted; I can't make love to you."

  He made to take a step forward. “I don't care about that. I want you."

  Shelly closed the door in his startled face. As she bolted it from the insid
e, it came to her that she would have laughed under different circumstances at the pure look of astonishment on his good-looking face.

  * * * *

  Guy awoke with the sun on his face. For a moment, he hovered in a dreamy state, half-awake, half-asleep. He wore only an erection and a dopey grin, both direct results of the memories of that morning.

  It was his own little miracle that Shelly had finally decided to come to him, and he still didn't know why, but he would. After he woke her up properly by kissing every inch of her body. He opened his eyes, rolled over, and reached for her. Only he was alone—completely alone.

  "Shelly?” He sat up and rubbed at his face, not bothering to cover his nakedness with the sheets.

  The bungalow was too quiet. Even before he saw the note on the bedside table, Guy knew with a heart-sinking feeling that she had left him. He knew too, in that instant that she hadn't just left to go and fetch a clean pair of underwear, her toothbrush, and pick up where they had left off.

  His thick black brows twitched together over his eyes. His mouth turned down violently at one corner and he stared a moment longer at the note. Then, he snatched it up before he had a change of heart. Naked, he walked to one of the large bay windows, each word cutting into him, as if drawn by a knife.

  Guy,

  Please try to understand. I made a mistake. People make mistakes and God knows I seem to be at the head of the queue. I love Ted. Please, if you have any feelings at all for me, forget what happened between us. It was only one morning, after all. You're a lovely man and one day you'll meet a great girl.

  Shelly.

  Guy read the letter over again, then crumpled it in his fist. The last sentence kept playing over and over in his head. He had already met a great girl. The problem was she just didn't want to be with him.

  * * * *

  Less than an hour later, Shelly nervously scanned the crowded breakfast lobby, searching for Guy. Half of her wished to see him so much and the other half of her dreaded the thought of it. Sitting with Ted and after her stupid note, she could well imagine what his reaction would be. He didn't seem like a man that let sleeping dogs lie.