by Lori Foster
“I looked at you this morning.”
Adam froze while kissing her neck. “Is that right?”
She nodded, bumping his chin. “You’re very...sexy, too.”
Grinning from ear to ear, he put one finger beneath her chin and lifted her face so he could see her eyes. “Am I hearing this right? You took advantage of my exhaustion to sate your curiosity on my poor body?”
A blush exploded on her cheeks and her long lashes drifted down to hide her expression, but she smiled. “Yes. And I enjoyed myself, too. You...affect me, Adam. Once I woke up and saw you, it was impossible to go back to sleep. I had to find something to do so I wouldn’t attack you, but I knew you needed your rest after hurting your head.”
“My head is fine, feeling better by the second.” He kissed her long and deep, his tongue tasting her, enticing her. “You should have wakened me,” he growled between nibbling on her lips.
“You’re awake now.”
“And you’re overdressed.” One small tug, and her halter dropped to her waist.
This time was no less frantic than the night before, and afterward, as they both lay sated and hot and damp from their exertions and the rising humidity, Adam frowned. He couldn’t quite reconcile the way she made him feel, complete but still hungry, at peace but still turbulent. He’d always known there was something there, an irresistible chemistry that drew him in, but he’d thought it all one-sided. Now, seeing her naked beside him, panting for breath, her scream of pleasure at the time of her climax still ringing in his ears, he realized how wrong he’d been. She’d moved with him, kept pace with him, every step of the way.
Yet she’d been a virgin.
Laying a hand on her damp belly, relishing the fact that she still trembled, he said, “Tell me about yourself, Mel. What you’ve been up to.”
She cocked one pale blue eye open to peer at him, and groaned. “I think you’ve killed me.”
He laughed. “With pleasure.” Leaning down to kiss her, he added, “You’re one demanding little lady.”
“You’d make me blush if I had the strength.”
“You want me to show you exactly how much strength you still have?” He drifted his fingers down her belly.
Melanie caught his wrist and moaned. “No, I’ll talk.”
“Good. Start with this idiot fiancé of yours.”
“He’s not my fiancé, not anymore, and he’s also not an idiot. In fact, he’s very intelligent, successful—pretty special, really.” She sighed, then tilted her head to the side to smile at him. “Jerry Marshall is actually considered quite a catch. He’s not as tall as you, but he’s handsome. Hair as black as my own, great teeth.”
Adam made a sound of disgust. “I don’t give a damn about his teeth. Why the hell haven’t you slept with him?”
There was that seductive blush again, making his muscles twitch and his heart pound. When would her potent effect on him diminish? Never? He couldn’t accept that prospect and determinedly pushed the problem from his mind. They were still eons apart, and he had a hell of a lot yet to accomplish before he could even begin to think of settling down, especially with a woman like Melanie Tucker.
But she’d given him her virginity. In too many ways to count, he felt she was his already.
“I don’t know, Adam. The time just never seemed right.” She wouldn’t look at him, choosing to stare at the sky. “Jerry’s practice kept him pretty busy, and our time together was usually spent at social gatherings or working. I guess I wasn’t overly anxious to get intimate, and Jerry seemed content to wait.”
“What an ass.”
She smiled. “Well, I’d expect that attitude from a hound dog like you.”
“I told you last night, I’m not nearly as insatiable as you want to think I am.”
Her eyes widened and she leaned up far enough to look at their naked bodies. “Could have fooled me.”
“It’s different with you.” He kissed her nose and spoke in a whisper. “You make me crazy.” Maybe he was a hound dog, after all, because he sure as hell couldn’t look at her, couldn’t even think of her, without wanting her in the most elemental ways possible. “How long have you been broken up with this guy?”
“About a month.” She cuddled closer and rested her head on his chest. “I wanted to get a different job, something more challenging. He didn’t want me to. My parents agreed with him.”
“What kind of job did you want?”
She tipped her head to look at him. “I don’t know. Something fun, exciting. Working for Jerry was...well, it was boring.”
“Maybe that’s because Jerry was boring.”
“Most women don’t think so.” She smiled slightly, then admitted, “I made a lot of money on the stock market, and by investing in real estate. I wanted to get more involved with that. I seem to have a knack for it.”
“Real estate?” That was one of his big interests.
“Yes.” She leaned on one elbow. “Adam, my money is all my own, separate from my parents.”
That surprised him. Somehow he’d always figured she’d simply live off an inheritance, like every other pampered rich kid. “So you’ve made your own fortune?”
She nodded. “I have a way with numbers, and with property. Some day I’ll inherit my parents’ money, but for now, I don’t want it or need it.”
Ridiculously, he felt proud of her. She was more independent than he’d thought, and it pleased him. “Why not take what’s coming to you? You get along with your folks, don’t you?”
“Yes. I just like it better when I’m not answerable to anyone but myself.” She turned her face toward him, and her smoky eyes nearly did him in. That is, until she spoke. “I want to buy your resort, Adam.”
Her words felt like a punch to the chest, making him clench his teeth. After his mother had been forced to accept charity from the town to bury his father, he swore it would never happen again. Taking refuge from his painful memories, he moved on top of Melanie and parted her thighs.
She clung to him, accepting him. “Adam, please just let me explain what I—”
“Be quiet, Mel.” He gently, inexorably pushed himself into her, his groan mingling with hers, their gazes locked.
Melanie waited until he was completely buried inside her, then whispered, “Adam, I’ve made up my mind. I’m buying the resort. From what you’ve said, it’s a good deal, so—”
“Damn it.” He began to thrust, and she held on tight, her fingertips digging deep into his shoulders. He wanted to drown out her words, the fact that she could do what he couldn’t, that she had enough money and he still didn’t. It proved her right; nothing and neither of them had really changed, after all. They were each older and wiser, but their placement in the world was the same; they were still at opposite ends of the scale.
All his life, he’d fought hard against a society that said if you were born with money, life was easy, but if you had to earn it, there was a whole new set of rules. He’d learned early on what the main rule was: those with money did as they pleased. Melanie included. She really didn’t care what he wanted, she was just appeasing her ridiculous guilt.
Right now what he wanted most was for Melanie to give in to him, to be female to his male. At least in this he had the upper hand.
She quickened beneath him, and her teeth bit into the muscle on his shoulder. He flinched, and at the same time his touted control broke. He was a wild man—primal, complete.
Afterward, he didn’t wait for his breathing to calm, for his heartbeat to slow. He came jerkily to his feet and stood looking down at her. So damn beautiful. So damn rich. Tears shone on her long black lashes, making her blue eyes liquid and bright. Her breasts shimmered with her gasping, ragged breaths.
He walked away, straight into the ocean until he stood waist deep. The water was cool,
and with clouds covering the sun, he should have felt comfortable. Instead, he was stricken by the flash heat of anger and despair. He wanted to rail against the world. He hadn’t used a condom that last time. And he wouldn’t touch her again.
He thought of her, not more than two yards away, looking earthy, warm, satisfied, everything a woman—his woman—should be. He ground his teeth and reminded himself it wouldn’t be for long. Surely they’d be missed soon and then someone would come for them. Someone had to rescue him, before he lost everything—his head, his heart, and his self-respect.
* * *
“She’s such a damn tease,” Adam accused.
Silence and a bold stare were the only reply from his feathered companion.
“Just look at her. She knows damn good and well I’m trying to be noble, trying to leave her alone, so what does she do? She starts flaunting, that’s what!”
The bird waddled closer, as if enthralled by what Adam had to say. Adam shook his head. Leave it to Mel to befriend a big ugly bird. A bird who had stolen her panties.
She’d begun bribing the pelican two days ago, the same morning he’d sworn not to touch her again, by offering up a few colorful shells she’d found in the cove. Aladdin, named after the king of thieves, had swiped the shells and flown off, then returned later that day to steal again. He’d taken Adam’s makeshift bandage when he’d pulled it off to dunk his head in the ocean, trying to cool down from the heat Mel generated, and the frustration of resisting her. He’d also stolen Adam’s tie—and anything else he could get hold of.
Adam never complained to Melanie when she laughed at Aladdin’s antics. He couldn’t trust himself to talk to her much at all since deciding to leave her alone. Sleeping next to her for two nights without making love to her was the hardest thing he’d ever done.
He still held her; he’d done his best to comfort her and make her feel safe. Not that it had been necessary. She’d adapted better than he’d ever thought possible. Not once did she complain about the heat, or the lack of privacy, or sleeping in the open either on the sandy beach, or when it rained, in the ramshackle shack. She looked more enticing than ever with the touch of sun on her cheeks, and she never hesitated to give him hell when she thought he deserved it, which was most of the time. He admired her spunk and her capability.
He told himself it wouldn’t be fair to make love to her now that he knew how innocent she was. She’d obviously been waiting for that one special man, and in spite of all the ways he’d improved his life, he was still leagues away from being Mr. Right.
Making love to her wouldn’t be fair to him, either. Hell, given half a chance, he’d fall in love with her all over again, and then where would he be?
She had her heart set on buying the resort, on giving him back what he’d lost. She didn’t doubt that she would succeed, which only proved again the differences between them. Mel knew her money would buy her whatever she wanted. It always had.
The pelican shuffled closer, keeping a watchful eye on Adam, who was keeping a watchful eye on Melanie. The rain, coming down in a fresh, warm shower, insulated them in the quiet eroticism of the island. Palms swayed under the gentle wind, the ocean looked agitated with its rippling surface, and Melanie, God love her free-spirited nature, reveled in it all. Little by little, she’d blossomed on the island, giving in to its erotic lure.
She’d taken his soap and shampoo and dashed into the rain, then proceeded to bathe, slowly, unselfconscious, fully aware that he sat in the doorway of the shack utterly spellbound. The first time she’d retreated down the beach to wash, but now she seemed determined to drive him insane. And she succeeded admirably.
Mel could sit on a rock to watch the sunset and he’d go crazy with lust. His need was so powerful, he hurt, but Adam wouldn’t have looked away from her for all the resorts in Florida.
“Aw, hell,” he blurted, making Aladdin jump warily. “Who am I fooling? I love her already. I never stopped loving her. Doubt I ever will. I’m fighting a losing battle here and I know it.”
The pelican gave him a vague look of sympathy, then opened his wings wide...and snatched a sock from Adam’s bag before soaring away.
Outraged, Adam stood and shook his fist at the bird. “I’m going to find a rock yet, you feathered bag of bones!”
On the beach, Melanie crossed her arms over her middle and laughed out loud. Her midnight hair hung in sodden ringlets around her face. And her body...damn, she’d finally slipped off her clothes. The bird was instantly forgotten. Nobility couldn’t be expected to stand up to such provocation, could it?
With renewed purpose, Adam leapt off the stoop and headed in her direction. His fate was sealed, but fate had allotted him this special time with Melanie, and from now on he’d take advantage of every moment.
Melanie, aptly reading his intent, squealed and turned to run. Her long legs ate up the distance across the wet sand. The view from behind her was the stuff dreams were made of, so Adam let her stay two yards ahead of him.
Darting behind a squat palm tree, she playfully yelled, “What do you want, Stone?”
He paused several feet away, enjoying her antics. Anticipation would only make the conquest that much sweeter. After two days of deprivation, his body vibrated with lust, and the look he sent her was hot with need. “Come here, sweetheart.”
“What’s that?” she called, her eyes lit with laughter. “You want me to fix us some lunch?”
She could be such an imp. He’d never imagined this playful side to her. She’d always been so shy, so withdrawn. Of course, he’d never imagined she’d thrive so well on the bare existence of a deserted island, either.
Or that she’d willingly accept him as a lover.
He shook his head, watching her closely. “Yeah, I’m hungry, all right.” Hooking his hands in his shorts, he began shoving the wet material down his hips.
She peeked around the tree at him and yelped. “Shall...shall I fix another fruit salad?”
Rain dribbled down her belly, caught in her feminine curls, then trailed down her thighs. He swallowed hard. “You can fix yourself right here.” He pointed to the sand in front of him. “I’ll take it from there.”
“No strawberries? No coconut?”
As she spoke, she tried to inch away from the tree, preparing to run. Adam leapt out and caught her, hauling her close to his naked chest. With a startled squeal, she almost slipped away, then laughed hilariously when Adam hooked his leg behind hers and they both fell to the ground. Rain ran from his shoulders to her breasts. He stared hungrily at one stiff nipple. “I’m sick to death of fruit,” he muttered, then drew her deep into the heat of his mouth.
Mel’s fingers gripped his head, and she tugged until he lifted it enough to look at her. “I thought... I thought maybe you were sick of me.”
“No!” He could see the confusion in her eyes, the vulnerability. He hadn’t meant to hurt her. “I could never get my fill of you, Mel. I want you too much.” He touched her mouth with his fingertips, then gruffly admitted, “Sometimes, when things were rough, dreaming of you like this was the only thing that got me through.”
Even in the pouring rain, he could see her eyes fill with tears. “You don’t want all of me.”
They were both drenched, their skin slick. He moved silkily against her. “Yeah, I do. Every damn inch of you.”
“No.” He started to pull back, but her fingers gripped his hair and held him close. She gave him a swift, hard kiss. “You want my body, Adam, but not me, not who I am.”
“You’re not making any sense, Mel.” But he was afraid he understood completely.
“You don’t want my money. No, just listen!” She wrapped her slender thighs around his waist, holding him securely. “You resent who and what I am. If I even mention my money, you clam up and refuse to share yourself.”
“Because
I don’t need your damn money!”
“Why?” she asked quietly. “Because it’s mine? If I was a bank offering a low-interest loan, you wouldn’t hesitate, would you? But my money is somehow considered tainted.”
“Damn it, Melanie...”
“You’re hanging onto the differences in our backgrounds, even though we’ve both changed.”
“Don’t you see, honey? Nothing’s changed, not really. If we hadn’t landed on this damn island, you’d never have given me the time of day.”
“Adam.” She said his name like a chastisement. “I know your life wasn’t easy, but I didn’t make it hard. In many ways, mine was difficult, too.”
“Because of me.”
“It doesn’t matter now. If it wasn’t for you, I would have drowned. Even if I’d made it to shore on my own, which is doubtful, the thought of being here alone terrifies me. But you’ve made it seem like an adventure. That’s the way you are, Adam. You’ve been working all your life to save your mother and Kyle, and you did save me. You can deny it all you like, but you’re still a hero. My hero. You saved me, and I owe you.”
He hardened his heart against the plea in her eyes. When they got off the island and she was once again surrounded by her family and elite friends, she’d come to her senses. More likely than not, she’d be embarrassed over their shared intimacy, over her lack of inhibition with him.
Just thinking about it made his blood burn, and he stared at her. “All right, so I saved you. But you can forget the resort. I already consider myself fully and adequately paid.” To emphasize his meaning, he thrust himself against her—and watched her expression crumble.
Adam rolled to his side, letting the rain lash his face and cool his shame while Melanie scrambled to her feet.
He heard her panting breaths over the downpour, could feel her tension. Her words were choked with tears when she shouted, “You’re a mean, miserable bastard, Adam Stone!”
Adam flinched, but otherwise didn’t move. What could he say? That she was right? There would be no explanations, no words to appease her. How could he explain what he didn’t understand himself? He only knew he couldn’t let himself get drawn in, because eventually, she’d realize the truth—that he was just a man, still working to get ahead and often failing.