by Mia London
He couldn’t believe he’d gotten Cat naked out here as the sun rose before her, cascading light over her gorgeous, tanned skin.
When he was sure she was done, he rose, looped his arm around her, and crushed his naked body to hers. “You are magnificent.” He kissed her deeply, greedily.
Her arms wrapped around his neck, coming impossibly closer, kissing him with equal urgency.
Would he ever find another woman who kissed him like Cat did?
He broke the kiss and quickly grabbed her scarf to wrap around her, squatting before her to help with her bikini bottoms.
Nic pulled his shorts on and noticed the worker had gone.
After they were dressed, he smiled, and took her hand. They strolled back to the resort with the bright sun behind them, waking the world to another amazing day.
She lifted her face, still flushed from her hot climax. “I can’t believe you made me do that.”
He winked. “I didn’t make you do anything, sweetheart.”
She snorted. “I beg to disagree.” Her words betrayed the subtle smile when she tipped her head down. “And someone could have seen us.”
Ah, that.
“Wouldn’t it be exciting to think someone could have seen us? That someone watched us?”
Her head jerked up. “No. Yes. I don’t know,” she protested.
They stopped. He leaned down, kissed her neck, and whispered, “Think about it. What if someone, maybe a worker getting ready for the day, saw you take me into your mouth? Saw you rub my come into your succulent breasts? Or saw your naked body writhe as I made you come with my mouth?”
Her breath fluttered over his ear. “Oh, God. Someone saw us, didn’t they?”
He straightened to stare into her eyes. “Would you be mad if they did? Be honest.”
She watched as her throat worked a swallow. “I guess not,” she said meekly.
“I’m sorry. I couldn’t hear you.”
Her face blushed a brilliant red, the brightest he’d witnessed from this innocent, sensual being.
“I said I guess not.”
“You guess not?”
Her lips mushed together. “No, I wouldn’t be mad.”
“To know someone witnessed me between your open legs? Licking and fucking you with my tongue? Our naked bodies in the daylight?” He paused a beat. “I think that’s hot.”
She stared at him and straightened her posture. “Nicholas, that was the hottest thing I’ve ever done. And yes, knowing someone watched us makes it even hotter.”
He squeezed her hand. “That’s right, my Careful Cat. Hot as Hades.”
She gave him a sheepish smile. “Maybe not ‘Careful’ anymore.”
He flashed his pearly whites and shook his head slowly. “Uh-uh. More like Confident Cat. Or better still, Craving Cat.”
She chuckled, her whole face transformed from the timid woman he’d met eleven days ago. He loved to see her happy.
How long would it take to get over her? He feared he was in too deep.
Cat arrived at the restaurant early to soak up her last day of vacation and wait for Nicholas. He’d said he had a morning appointment he couldn’t change, but would meet her for brunch after he landed. He’d cleared the day to be with her.
The following day, she’d be gone.
She sipped on her coffee, trying to push that thought out of her head.
A man at the threshold sauntered into view. She knew that form. It couldn’t be.
Jack.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
He smiled as he crossed the carpeted floor toward her table by the window. “Hello, Cat. You look fabulous.”
He was the last person she’d expected to see. “Jack, what are you doing here?”
He pulled the only other chair at the table close to her and sat. “I came to see you.”
“I can see that.”
He leaned forward and clasped her hand. “I wanted to give you space. I’m sorry. I know I screwed up, but I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you. If you give me that chance.”
“Whoa.” Her fingers pressed against her lips.
At that moment, the waitress arrived. “Can I get you something to drink, sir?”
“Coffee, please,” he replied. He looked back at Cat. “Have you ordered? I’m starving.”
“Well, actually—” She glanced toward the door. She wanted to eat with Nicholas, but she wasn’t prepared to tell Jack that she’d met someone. Regardless of how temporary their relationship was, if Jack knew about Nicholas, he would lose his crap. Cat definitely didn’t want to have that conversation right then.
“You go ahead and order,” she told him.
“Eggs benedict with whole wheat toast and crispy bacon.”
The waitress nodded and retreated.
“Look, I asked about extending our time here—”
“Our time?”
He exhaled. “I mean, I can have my own room, but Cat, let’s take a few days and talk, reconnect.”
Shit! This was her vacation, not their honeymoon.
Leave it to Jack to ruin something meaningful to her, once again.
He sincerely appeared remorseful, but geez! She didn’t want to be a bitch, she just didn’t want him here. She didn’t want to talk to him. She never wanted to talk about that fateful night.
Tears gathered in her eyes. Clearly the pain was still raw.
Nicholas came into view at the coffee bar. He glanced at her, then down at his coffee.
“Jack, I’ll be right back.”
Nicholas could tell by the pasty, white skin that the man crouched beside Cat, holding her hand, was her ex.
Her gaze locked on him as she crossed the room.
“Hi.”
“Hi. Look, I’m sorry, but—”
“Your ex showed up. I can see that.”
Her beautiful face filled with so much emotion. “I’m sorry. I’ll try and get rid of him.”
She had to be tormented by Jack’s unexpected appearance. Nicholas wouldn’t make this situation any harder for her.
He clasped her hand, sure that Jack couldn’t see, not that Nicholas cared too much. “Don’t worry about it. Talk to him. You need to get closure. It’s okay.”
Her eyes looked glassy.
He wanted to tear the other man apart for ruining their last day. But what could he do? Nicholas stayed kind and congenial. He didn’t know their full past together. Cat needed support right now, not a jealous—what?—lover. Nic had no claim to her.
He held her gaze. “Remember everything you’ve learned these past two weeks. You’re a new woman, Cat. A confident woman.” He kissed the back of her hand. “I want to kiss you goodbye, but he’s watching.” He gave her a small smile.
Her eyebrows pulled together, but he couldn’t stay. “Good luck to you.” He lifted his coffee and walked out of the restaurant.
He resisted with every ounce of his will power not to look back at her. If Jack was watching, at least now the interaction could be explained away easily enough. Especially if she decided not to reveal everything to the undeserving bastard.
Put a smile on your face, Cat, and get back in there. If it’s meant to be, you can find a way to forgive him.
Although, geezus, Nic didn’t want her to ever see that piece of shit again. But he didn’t exactly have anything to offer her instead. They lived a thousand miles apart. He had his career, and she had hers.
Coffee cup in hand, he slipped on his sunglasses and walked the patio, making his way to the beach.
He considered ordering breakfast, but really had no appetite. He slipped off his shoes and socks and left them on the chaise lounge, walking aimlessly along the surf.
The ache inside was the exact feeling he’d had when his best friend had died. Dillon had been so full of life. He’d died in a freak accident a few years prior, teaching Nicholas the most important lesson of all. Live life to the fullest.
Dillon had done that, and Nicholas had swor
n he’d do the same thing.
Now, however, there was no zest for life, only a chasm of emptiness.
He knew his time with Cat had to end. Of course. But at least they could have had one last day, and night, together. But that was shot to hell because of her ex.
He wanted to hit something.
He didn’t even get to fucking kiss her goodbye.
Cat.
Cat’s head pounded, and pressing her fingers into the ache didn’t do a hill of beans good.
When Jack had shown up at the resort, Cat had wanted to cry. Truly, how could he have ruined her last full day on the island? Her last day with Nicholas.
The strangest sensation fell over her as she watched and listened to Jack. She couldn’t believe she’d almost married him. She’d half-expected for some rush of emotion to hit her when he’d taken her hand, given her a heartfelt apology, and begged her to think about trying to reconcile.
But it hadn’t.
In fact, she felt nothing but pity for him. She refrained from telling him as much.
They’d walked outside and found a shady table to talk. About an hour into the conversation, it was pretty clear she was playing therapist, something she’d sworn she’d never do for any man. As giving as she was, she knew better…but it didn’t matter too much. She would likely never see Jack again.
After hours of talking, she closed the door of the taxi cab behind him, finally waving him off. He’d wanted to fly back with her in the morning, but Cat stood her ground and told him to leave immediately. It took some convincing, but thankfully he’d agreed and was on his way to the airport.
She had successfully exorcised the demon of a broken engagement by a cheating fiancé.
All she had left to do was try and salvage her remaining precious moments with Nicholas.
Nic heard a knock at his hotel door. His heart skipped a beat.
He glanced at the time—six-thirty at night. He set his drink down and crossed the room.
The day had been shit, frankly. He’d barely eaten. All he could think about was Cat, and a few times Cat and the asshole. He hoped she’d found the guts to tell him to take a long walk off a short pier.
But he also knew there was a chance she’d take him back, and Nic would never see her again.
He opened the door. Standing before him in the same pink dress as earlier, Cat gave him a tentative smile.
“I told Jack we’re through. He’s on a flight back to Austin.”
Excellent. Nic paused, thinking about his next move. “Come in.”
She strode to the middle of the room and pivoted to face him. She looked adorable—bright eyes focused on him, waiting to see what he’d do.
He stalked closer—his heart damn-near beat out of his chest.
He stopped two feet in front of her. Maybe it was the alcohol talking, but he needed to say the words. “I can’t give you forever.”
She didn’t bat an eye. ”I know. I want right now.”
Fuck! That’s all he wanted, all he could ask for. Well, maybe one more thing.
“Did you eat?”
“Some. I’m not hungry for food.” She made two steps in his direction, laying a hand on his chest.
They had a few hours left together. He would make them count. He still didn’t move and knew it was likely making her insane that he hadn’t touched her yet. “Cat, I want you to spend the night here, with me. But if you do, know that until you need to leave for the airport, you’re mine. Anything I say. Can you live with that?”
She swallowed, but kept his gaze. “Yes,” she answered in a small voice though her eyes sparkled.
Fuck! He wanted her, in so many ways, every way. His dick strained against his jeans.
He snaked an arm around her and hauled her body against his. His lips crashed to hers and consumed her mouth. Her precious, warm mouth.
Her arms circled around his neck causing her wonderful breasts to compress against his chest.
He broke the kiss. “What are you wearing under this dress?”
“Nothing.”
Double fuck! Just as he suspected. I’m going to fucking consume every inch of you.
He stepped back and whipped off his T-shirt. Her fingertips slid down his chest to his abs, skirting the waistband of his jeans. He’d love nothing more than to feel her mouth encompassing his dick, but he needed her naked for him. Now.
Pulling her closer, he skimmed his free hand over her thigh and under her dress. Her bare hip broke out in goosebumps as he caressed her silky skin.
“Nicki,” she pleaded.
His finger skated through her slit, her soaking wet slit. Damn, he wanted to haul her up against the closest wall and ram into her with the force of a tornado. Maybe later. For now, he had a different plan. A plan to stretch her boundaries to a place she’d never imagine going in a million years. He knew he could convince her of anything, she was so hot to have whatever he might give her.
His lips fused to hers and he walked her backward to the bed. He broke their kiss. “Sit.”
She sat on the edge of the bed and waited for him.
He pulled open the top drawer of the dresser to retrieve a tie. He rarely needed to wear one for business, but he’d learned early on to pack one or two every trip, just in case.
She tracked his movements.
Without saying a word, he lifted the tie before her eyes and tied it snuggly at the back of her head like a blindfold. “Don’t move,” was his only command.
He eyed the round table in front of the wall of windows leading to the balcony. He pushed open the sliding glass door completely. This’ll be tight.
He dragged the table out to the balcony, planting it just short of the railing to give him room to maneuver about.
Walking back inside, Cat sat right where he’d left her, her mouth slightly agape and the pulse on her neck fluttering gently. She could likely feel the warm air coming in from outside and was no doubt wondering if he had plans for them on the balcony.
He knelt before her, laying kisses over her lips, her neck, and her shoulders.
Her breath was coming in shallow pants.
He rose, grasping her hand, and brought her to a standing position. “Wrap your legs around me.”
He hoisted her up into his arms, his hands gripping her gorgeous globes bare beneath the fabric of her dress.
Her lips found his as she held him tight. Her kisses were intoxicating.
Carrying her to the balcony, he positioned her, facing the ocean, and set her on the table.
“Oh God,” she breathed.
“Shh.” He knew she was nervous, but this was his chance to break down her protective walls, and he’d happily take it. In the small space between the table and railing, he knelt before her. “My sweet Cat, my courageous Cat.” He stroked her thighs up and down, pushing them apart. “You are mine tonight. You know that, right?”
“Yes.” She licked her lips.
He slid her dress a few inches higher up her legs. “Can you feel the breeze off the ocean when it hits your pussy?”
She swallowed. “Yes.”
“Good. Give me your hand.”
She hesitated a fraction of a second, but gave it to him.
He placed her hand high on her thigh, a slight hint of her nether lips coming into view. “You’re going to touch yourself for me.”
She whimpered.
“Shh. You can do this. I want this. I want you to feel good, but this will also make me feel good. You’ve come so far. Do this for you. Do this for me.”
Sunlight remained in the sky. They probably had another hour and twenty minutes before evening.
Her fingertip inched closer and pulled up the center of her wet slit. She moaned.
His dick surged. He opened his button and fly to give his dick a break from the pain caused by constriction.
Gently, he moved her dress higher, wanting a full view of her masturbating.
“Nicki.”
He crashed his lips over hers, quie
ting her protest. Nic’s room was high up in the resort, one floor above hers. Only if someone specifically looked up and squinted hard would they be able to see Cat.
“My pussy,” he breathed over her lips. “Don’t stop.”
Taking one leg, caressing it, he slowly brought it to the side and set it on the top of the railing.
She didn’t make a sound. Good girl.
He did the same thing to her other leg, effectively spreading her legs open in a V with him between.
Blowing a small breath over her burgeoning clit, he said, “Now, don’t stop playing with this beautiful pink pussy and lay all the way back.”
Her head might hang off the edge of the table, but he wouldn’t keep her in that position for long.
She lay back, her legs and pussy bare for his viewing. Almost there.
“Are you close to coming?”
She panted. “Yes.”
“Good. I want you to come.” He drove one then two fingers inside her slippery wet pussy and watched as she squirmed on the table, moaning low. She rode out the waves of her glorious climax.
Before she had a chance to move, he slid the dress higher, to just below her tits, and pinned her hands to the table while he licked her feverishly.
She called out, but quickly clamped her lips closed.
He ate her, savoring her quiet mewls and how her legs quivered when he brought her to the edge and pulled back.
“Don’t move.”
He reached into his back pocket and sheathed himself with a rubber. He caught a glimpse of movement two balconies over. An audience.
Laying kisses over Cat’s inner thigh, he saw the neighbor wave to someone in the room. A female joined him, her jaw dropping at the scene before them. Their audience smiled.
Nic’s kisses traveled up Cat’s body, pushing against the fabric to expose her delicious breasts. He sucked and laved her nipples. Then, he whispered, “Arms up.”
Cat paused, but he waited. Finally, she raised her arms above her head, her palms coming in contact with the glass door.
He slid her dress off her body and let if fall to the floor. Her smokin’ body, ripe nipples, and bare pussy completely on display for him, and their audience, who was now kissing and fondling each other while watching Nic and Cat.