Storm Warning

by Sydney Somers

  The sound of footsteps finally penetrated the lush fog that blanketed her mind the second Drew claimed her mouth. Whoever stood at the top of the stairs would have a view of the beach and more than likely had spotted the two of them by now.

  As though equally aware of their audience, Drew kicked things up, his parted lips breaking away to slide down her throat. When he slowed the thorough exploration of her neck and collar bone, she managed to drag her eyes open long enough to look in the direction of the stairs.

  A thick tree obstructed most of her view, but she spotted the shape of a man halfway down the stairs. She couldn’t tell if he was facing them, and after another few seconds, he finally turned and left.

  Chapter Three

  “I think he’s gone,” Blair whispered against his mouth.Drew wasn’t interested or likely capable of responding, and offered no more than a half-hearted grunt in acknowledgement. He caught her mouth again, the exquisite softness, the addictive taste of her, filling his senses. He’d stay right here all night if she’d let him.

  He moved his hand from where the strap of her dress fell temptingly over his fingers, and cradled her jaw as he adjusted the angle, taking the kiss a little deeper. She slowed things down, but she didn’t pull back, allowing him to linger a little longer. The men following them had hopefully given up on identifying who had been near the golf course and assumed they were just a vacationing couple enjoying the scenery—and each other.

  “Drew,” Blair murmured against his lips.

  “Yeah?” He coaxed another lazy kiss from her, dragging it out until she made the same sexy, breathless sound as before.

  “Shouldn’t we—” She threaded her fingers into the ends of his hair.

  He groaned at the possessive touch and kissed her again. One of her knees bent, hugging his hip and creating the perfect place to settle between her thighs.

  “—get up?” she finished half a minute later when he had to take a deep breath to ease the pressure on his chest.

  He wanted this woman. Bad. Wanted to tug her dress down and fill his palms with her breasts, run his thumbs back and forth over the hard peaks. Wanted to tug her dress up and discover exactly what she wore beneath it.

  He gripped her thigh, nestling his throbbing arousal tighter against her. She dropped her head back and arched her spine. A breathy plea he didn’t understand tumbled from her parted lips. Drew opened his mouth over the hollow of her throat, pulling the tender flesh between his lips.

  “Only if we have to,” he finally answered, the heavy ache in his cock making it necessary to pull back. It was that or grind himself harder along her cleft.

  He stared down at her, the moon slipping from beneath the clouds to illuminate her face in a silvery glow. Her eyes glittered with the same need that drummed inside him, and his whole body clenched.

  She gave him a playful shove. “What happened to wanting to get a drink?”

  “After this, I don’t think a drink is gonna do much for me.” He ducked his head for one more taste of her lips, then helped her up.

  It took serious effort to think about anything other than how incredible she’d felt tucked beneath him. “Will you leave if your senator wannabe splits in the morning?” Any man with something to hide would likely be too spooked at the possibility of unwanted spectators to stick around.

  “Probably.”

  Unable—and unwilling—to let her get out of reach, he grabbed her hand, linking their fingers. “Any way I can tempt you to stick around and spend the day with me tomorrow?”

  “What’s on the itinerary? More romps through the woods?”

  “If I say yes, will you stay?”

  She laughed.

  “I was actually thinking about starting the day off with a swim. Clothes are entirely optional though.”

  She pursed her lips, and he was beginning to recognize the inquisitive expression on her face. “Do women say no to you very often?”

  “I’ve had years to perfect my technique.”

  She rolled her eyes, trying not to smile.

  He stooped to bring them to eye-level. “Is that a yes?”

  Blair nibbled on her bottom lip, looking uncertain.

  “You need to follow new leads on your story,” he guessed, rocking back on his heels at the uncomfortable pressure of disappointment that squeezed between his ribs.

  “Tonight just proves I’m on the right path.”

  He nodded in understanding, falling into step with her as they made their way back to the resort’s main building. He was all too familiar with the need to see a job through to the end. That didn’t stop him from him from taking one more stab at convincing her to stay. “Just a couple of hours then? Breakfast at least? Every good journalist needs to start the day off right,” he pressed, unaccustomed to the almost desperate need to see her again.

  “And if I say no?” she teased, turning the corner that brought them back to the main building.

  He opened the door and followed her up to the second floor. His own room was on the third. “Then I’d have to think you’re one hell of an actress, pretending to be into me back on the beach like that.”

  She shrugged dismissively. “Could be that I’m a woman of many talents.”

  Not caring that anyone could step into the hallway at any moment, he backed her up against the wall. He leaned in, grazing her cheek with his. “Is that your way of saying you’re not attracted to me?”

  Blair exhaled slowly. “No matter how I answer that I’m screwed, aren’t I?”

  “How do you figure?”

  “If I admit that I am intensely attracted to you—”

  “Intensely?” he mused, nipping her bottom lip.

  “—then I’m overplaying my hand. And if I deny it—” She moaned into his mouth as he kissed her.

  “Then I won’t believe a damn word,” he finished for her, easing back only a fraction. “I see your dilemma.”

  “Good,” she breathed. She trapped his face in her hands and rocked up, delivering a feverish kiss that nearly knocked him on his ass. “So I’m sure you’ll understand that this is where I say goodnight.”

  She ducked under his arm and he grinned.

  Blair pulled a keycard from her purse and with a sexy half smile shoved it into a slot three doors down, and ducked into her room.

  He strode to the closed door, then turned away to brace his hands on the opposite wall, a little overwhelmed by his own senses. He could still taste her on his lips, hear the soft pants of her excited breaths, feel the grip of her fingers as she clung to him. He should have coaxed her into staying on the beach instead of leading her back here.

  The door opened behind him.

  “Must have been all the excitement, but I’m actually not tired.”

  He turned around slowly.

  Blair opened the door a little wider. “How about that drink?”

  Moving faster than he should have risked, Drew joined Blair in her room. If she noticed at all, he distracted her the second he hauled her into his arms and devoured her lush mouth all over again.

  He shoved the door closed without looking, drawn deeper into the room by sharp, insistent tugs at his waist. He spared his surroundings as much attention as they deserved when a gorgeous woman was plastered against his front—not much. Aside from noting Blair’s room had the same layout as his, but a different color scheme, he ceased to focus on anything but her.

  She stopped a few feet from the bed. She’d let her hair down and it framed her face in soft waves. Her lips were no longer glossed, but swollen and damp from kissing. The plunging neckline of her dress revealed her flushed skin and pert nipples straining against her dress.

  Spanning one hand across her lower back, he slid his other up her stomach until the warm weight of her breast filled his palm.

  She closed her eyes. “Not thirsty then?”

  His shook his head, then bent and sealed his mouth over the tip of her breast, nipping right through the fabric.

  Blair
moaned, leaning more fully against the arm keeping her upright. He moved to her other nipple and clamped his lips down harder. Her lower body rocked against him, tempting him to drop to his knees and tear her panties off. He didn’t need to check to know they were already damp.

  She caught his chin in her hand and pulled him up to her mouth. Her lips parted eagerly, the wild sweep of her tongue drawing his sac up tighter beneath his cock.

  “I must be out of my mind.” Tearing her mouth from his, she leisurely explored his jawline, sinking briefly into his lips as she passed from one side of his face to the other.

  “Sanity…overrated.”

  “Spoken like a true lunatic.” Her bewitching laugh aroused him as much as the warm length of feminine curves and unexplored sweet spots tucked against him.

  Drew couldn’t hold back a groan when she palmed his aching shaft. “Then who better to introduce you to the finer points of coming unhinged?”

  “Front row seats, huh?”

  “You’ll never catch on if I leave you in the nose-bleed section.”

  “Very attractive analogy.”

  He paused, studying her expression more intently. “You’re nervous.” He should have noticed the faint wobble that ran beneath her voice sooner. He struggled to loosen his hold should she want to pull away.

  She stayed where she was. “I don’t normally do this.”

  “What? Lure strangers into spying on potentially corrupt politicians?”

  Playful indignation flashed across her face. “I did not lure you.”

  “Maybe not intentionally. You just underestimated the appeal of an incredibly beautiful woman talking about sneaking around in the dark.”

  “I wasn’t sneaking. I was investigating, and that’s not what I meant. I don’t do…this. Not with someone I’ve just met.”

  “Good.” That meant she felt it too. The explosive current that raced closer to the surface every time she touched him. He couldn’t promise he wouldn’t drag her hand back to his groin if he had to suffer through another innocent brush of her fingers.

  Her lips parted. “Good?”

  He tipped her chin up and covered her mouth with his. “Yeah,” he managed. “Real good.”

  “Good for your ego, you mean?” She untucked his shirt and ran her hands over his abdomen. He became motionless under her tentative exploration, his heightened senses feeling her featherlight fingertips through skin, muscle, bone.

  “I’m not just saying whatever I need to, to get you into bed. Just wouldn’t be fair to set you up like that when I plan on swimming circles around you in the morning.”

  “Right. The competitive type.”

  “It’s only fair to warn you I rarely lose.”

  “And tonight’s prize is—”

  “You,” he murmured slowly against her mouth. “Just…you.”

  She shook her head. “You really need to stop that.” Her blue eyes sucked him under like a riptide.

  “What?”

  “Making me want you this much.” Her lips parted to add something else, but he cut her off.

  “No more talking unless it’s to say ‘yes, more please’, or ‘you’re incredible, Drew’.”

  “You just might be,” she said softly, grinning.

  He growled in response and turned her around, closing his eyes at the feel of her ass snug against his cock. He brushed her hair aside, the soft tendrils trailing across the back of his hand before he opened his mouth at the curve of her neck.

  She trembled in his arms.

  Drew wrapped his fingers around the straps of her dress, but didn’t slide them down her arms. Not yet. The scent of her filled his mind, his senses absorbing every detail. The flush of pink that rose to her skin from the gentle abrasion of his jaw. The way she leaned into him, her hands against his thighs, inching higher toward his zipper. The pounding of her heart just a beat slower than his.

  “Drew?” she prompted, rocking back on her heels.

  “Yeah?” His voice came out heavy and rough.

  “Feel free to try the zipper.”

  “Right.” The pull of the claws separating at the back of her dress vibrated up his arm. Or maybe the sensation couldn’t be blamed on the zipper at all. He wanted her naked already, but couldn’t make himself move any faster. He wanted to stake down the turbulent need churning hot and fast inside him, wanted to keep it contained before it overwhelmed him completely.

  Blair turned in his arms and, holding his gaze, pushed her dress down. He heard the material swish in a soft pool at her feet but his eyes never left her face. Her lips were parted, each soft inhale drawing him closer.

  His cheek grazed hers as he leaned down, the gentle friction as much of a tease as thinking about what lay beneath the lacy pink bra and panties. “God, you’re beautiful.” The words almost lodged in his throat.

  She turned her face and captured his mouth in a drugging kiss. She pulled at the hem of his shirt, finally succeeding in guiding it over his head. The first brush of skin against skin made him groan, a sound that bordered on feral when she trailed a series of open-mouthed kisses up his chest.

  Drew shut his eyes, prepared for her to kill him slowly, death by the most wicked torture imaginable. He couldn’t stop from sliding his hands over her, learning her body the way a blind man learned Braille. Every shudder, every breathless sigh she made, whittled away the fine layer of patience that demanded he not rush this.

  Blair unsnapped his pants and freed him. Her palm grazed his aching cock, and he clenched his jaw as she circled him with a lazy stroke of her finger, smoothing the drop of fluid at the tip across the head. He wanted to tell himself that this was what happened when a man went too long without sex, but he wasn’t stupid enough to lie to himself. He liked Blair. A lot.

  She nudged him backwards, and when the back of his knees hit the bed, he sat, pulling her into his lap. She planted a knee on each side of him, careful not to lower herself completely. He splayed his hands across her lower back, coaxing her closer, his body locked in anticipation of feeling her rock against him.

  Drew started at her mouth, stroking the hot edge of her tongue with his, then moved on to her jaw, her throat, the curve of her breast. He teased his mouth across the pucker of fabric where her nipples jutted against her bra, biting down until she dropped her head back and moaned.

  A twist of lust cut through him and he tugged impatiently at the front of her bra until her breasts were bared to him. He flicked his tongue over each tip, and Blair gripped his shoulders, her nails sinking into his skin. Her panted breaths sharpened when he outlined one stiff peak and slowly sucked it into his mouth.

  Blair whimpered, and he stripped off her bra completely, filling his hands with her until she slid fully into his lap. The heat of her sex burned through him, and a soft bounce of her hips made them both groan.

  He locked his arm around her waist, keeping her still. “Just…a minute.” He closed his eyes before she could see them roll back in his head.

  “Problem?” she asked, nipping the edge of his jaw. She wiggled in his lap.

  Twin bolts of lust steamrolled down his spine. “Nope,” he managed between his teeth, and he hooked a finger beneath the waistband of her panties. “No problem at all,” he said, slipping through the soft curls to find her warm and slick.

  A velvety hum fell from her lips, the closest sound to a feminine purr Drew had ever heard. He traced the plump folds of her sex until she arched back and made the sound again. With one hand on her hip, he circled her silky opening with his fingers, pushing harder with every pass.

  “Yes.” Blair flexed her hips, her breasts thrust forward.

  He couldn’t stop from leaning forward enough to snare a nipple between his lips and drag it greedily into his mouth. Her whimper of pleasure severed the thread he’d been clinging to for the last thirty seconds.

  He turned and rolled her beneath him, yanking off her underwear and tossing it behind him. With her silky hair draped across the bed, her naked
body crushed beneath his, her seductive smile catching him hard in the chest, this had to be the closest to heaven a guy could get.

  He quickly shucked the rest of his clothes, then catching her ankle, dragged her toward him.

  She trapped her bottom lip between her teeth, her eyes glittering in hot expectation.

  And he didn’t plan to disappoint her.

  Blair shivered under the intensity that blazed in Drew’s eyes. She couldn’t remember ever being so moved by a simple look. His fingers trailed over her hip, the touch intimate—possessive. She’d never wanted to be possessed as much as she did right now.

  Her breath caught in her throat as he lowered his head, his breath hot on the inside of her thigh. He brushed his lips across the soft crease at the top of her thigh, and she rolled her hips on instinct, both overwhelmed by the lazy sweep of his mouth and reaching for it at the same time.

  Drew offered her a wolfish grin—one part predator, one part worshipful—then opened his mouth over her sex.

  Hot. Slow. Intimate.

  She raked at the blankets, plowed under by the wet pressure of his lips and stroke of his tongue up her cleft. His fingers followed the same path until they reached her clit. The tight knot ached fiercely, and she lifted her bottom just a fraction higher, seeking…more. More teasing from his soft lips, another lazy lap of his tongue, the slow, greedy suction of his mouth. More that he gave her every time he nuzzled the inside of her thigh, licked a scorching path up her sex and swirled the pad of his thumb across her clit.

  By the time he sealed his mouth over her and pulled with long, punishing tugs, she was ready to implode. A firestorm surged through her bloodstream, churning deep in her core, intensifying with every thunderous beat of her heart.

  She buried her fingers in his hair, holding on the way a woman clings to the edge of a cliff—desperately.

  He slid his hands under her ass, jerking her higher. His pace turned ravenous, and he buried his mouth deeper between her legs. She writhed under the ceaseless intensity, driven higher and higher.

  “Drew,” she hissed, rocking against him.