The tentative smile the hotel manager gave them convinced Terrah he was willing to do just about anything to make them happy.
“Well.” Nick widened his stance as he crossed his arms over his chest. “Mr Varga—”
“Rick, please call me Rick.”
“Rick, that is a generous offer to consider, but I think right now both of us are more concerned about the photos captured.”
“I understand, and, again, I do apologise on behalf of the hotel. We’ll have extra security patrolling for the duration of your stay.” Rick reached into his suit and extracted two cards, handing one to each of them. “We are still looking into this matter and, if I learn anything more, I’ll contact you. Feel free to call me anytime to arrange a complimentary stay with us in the future.”
“Thank you.” Terrah shook Rick’s extended hand and forced a smile onto her face as the man shook Nick’s hand.
She went with them to the front door, her mind racing as the two men stepped outside. On edge, she walked back into the living room and switched on a lamp. She grabbed some matches, proceeded to light all the candles in the room, then stared at the flickering flames bouncing off the walls.
Who had taken the photos and when would they surface?
Terrah considered herself a realist, and she was under no illusions those photos would not turn up somewhere. Nick was a celebrity and those shots would be worth a lot of money for whomever had captured their kiss on film.
“Wine?”
She turned to see Nick with a glass of merlot in his outstretched hand. “Thank you.” Terrah took the glass from his fingers and swirled the ruby contents around in the goblet. The liquid gleamed in the candlelight.
“You’re worried.”
She glanced up at Nick as he took a sip of his wine.
“I’m troubled.” She stared at the wine moving in subtle circles in her glass, avoiding his eyes.
“I know. There’s a chance the pictures will be leaked to the press.”
“A big chance.”
“And… What’s your biggest concern? Terrah, look at me.”
She lifted her face to his, touched by the warmth in his eyes.
“Are you concerned about our relationship going public?”
Relationship? Hearing the word filled her with joy.
“Is that what you’re calling this?”
Nick’s gaze narrowed. “What would you call it?”
Terrah shrugged, finally taking a sip of wine. “A fling?”
“A fling?” Nick repeated, before throwing back the contents of his glass.
Terrah nodded as he placed his snifter on the table beside them.
“You mean like a hot island tryst?”
His voice had dropped into that husky tone he used in the bedroom and Terrah’s pulse quickened as she swallowed the semi-dry wine on her tongue.
“Yes. We’re enjoying the island and each other.”
Terrah lifted her head as he stepped into her personal space and grabbed her by the waist. She got lost in the aqua-green magic of his eyes as liquid heat replaced the blood coursing through her body.
“That’s true, yes. We are enjoying the island and each other.”
She gasped as his hands slipped over her hips to caress her ass. He palmed each cheek, bringing her closer to his body so she could feel his thickening erection.
“But, babe, this isn’t a fling and you know it. A fling would imply that we both see and want an end to things between us in the foreseeable future.”
“Okay, so what is it, then?” Terrah whispered as he gently squeezed her ass and guided her backwards.
He was so damn hard and she was so wet.
“The beginning of something I don’t want to end. Tell me, Terrah, do you want this to end?” Nick asked as her back brushed against the wall.
It was an unfair question, especially with him touching her. She hesitated and he kissed her jaw before taking her lips in a soft, sensual kiss that left her wanting more.
“Do you, Terrah?” He took her glass and set it on the table. “Because I don’t.”
“Neither do I.”
Her words elicited a growl of satisfaction from Nick. He pressed her harder into the wall and kissed her again. Terrah slipped her arms around his neck, intertwined her fingers into his thick hair and released a throaty moan. He caressed her tongue with his. Right now, here in his arms, she couldn’t think about how long what they had would last. She could only concentrate on how badly her body craved his passion. It didn’t seem to matter how many times they were together, she wanted more.
Concerns be damned. She hungrily kissed him back. His mouth slanted against hers and he slipped one of his hands under the hem of her sundress. She tugged on the dark strands of hair between her fingers as he skimmed his hand up her thigh to her hip. Terrah smiled against his lips when his questing fingers found her pantyless.
“You remembered.”
“Yes.”
His fingers skated over her hip and over the top of her pussy, teasing and warm.
“Touch me, Nick.”
He obliged, making her whimper with need as he slipped his hand between her legs and dipped his fingers into her silky heat. Terrah widened her stance, wishing he’d pay more attention to her clit and make her come, but he continued to tease her.
“Please…”
“Please what? What do you want?”
She couldn’t finish her sentence as he caressed her, forcing her to focus on the pleasure he was giving her and not the questions tumbling around in her head. Terrah struggled to shut off the rational part of her brain as Nick began to stroke her wet pussy in tandem with his tongue against hers. She writhed against the wall, ready for him to take her standing.
This kind of insatiable hunger was new to her. The depth of it shocked her. Neither of them wanted things to end, but she couldn’t help thinking about what that meant, going forward.
Was she ready to risk her career—her reputation—if…when the pictures surfaced?
Terrah broke the kiss as her errant thoughts brought her back from the brink of passion. She unlocked her fingers from behind his neck, slipped her hands between them and placed them on his chest.
“What’s wrong?”
“The pictures—” She shuddered as he pressed his palm against her clit.
“Forget the pictures. I’m mad as hell they were taken, but I don’t care who sees them. I don’t care who sees how I feel about you.”
“It’s not that simple.”
She inhaled sharply as his fingers delved into her wetness.
“Isn’t it?”
Wickedly distracted, she rubbed her hands over his erect nipples and smiled when his hand momentarily stilled on her wet flesh. Terrah looked at him through heavy eyelids. She moved her hands up over his broad shoulders and wrapped her fingers around his muscled biceps while he stroked her, fighting like hell against her arousal to get her point across. It was impossible to concentrate with him playing with her soaked pussy.
“T-the pictures will only add to your appeal…elevate your sex symbol status even further than one man deserves, but it could have the opposite effect for me and my career.”
Nick’s lips brushed across her forehead. “I’m sorry you are in this position.”
The irony of his statement with his hand between her thighs made her smile. “No, you’re not.”
“I am. But are you trying to tell me you want to stop seeing me now, just because of the possibility of the pictures surfacing?” He slipped his fingers from her wet heat and used both hands to push the straps of her sundress off her shoulders, leaving her clad in only her bra. “Whether we continue this or end it now won’t change anything if the pictures surface.”
“So,” Terrah pulled on his shirt and he yanked it off, exposing his sun-kissed abs, “the situation is hopeless?”
She feasted her eyes on his sculpted torso, all the way down to the waistband of his shorts.
“There’s a
lways hope,” Nick said, giving her a sexy grin.
Terrah unbuttoned his shorts while he extracted a condom from his pocket and opened the package. She slid his shorts and underwear down over his hips, her attention drawn downward when he unrolled the condom over his engorged cock.
He led them to the oversized couch facing the lanai. She watched him lie down, her gaze drifting over the hard lines of his beautiful body to his dick, which jutted up between his long legs. Without a word, she straddled his thighs. Her knees sank slightly into the supple leather of the couch and she positioned herself over his dick.
“What are you hoping for, Nick?” Terrah teased, taking his hard length into her hand. She rubbed the crown of his cock against her wet flesh as he unhooked the front closure on her bra.
“All of you.”
The searing look of desire in his eyes took her breath away. A throaty moan of delight escaped Terrah’s lips when the head of his cock slipped inside of her. She slowly took him all the way in, enjoying Nick’s ragged groan while he cupped her breasts and toyed with her nipples.
“Nick…”
Her voice trailed off and passion took over. She began subtly moving her hips, watching Nick’s face in the flickering candlelight. He gripped her waist and she wanted to tell him he had all of her, everything she had to give, but words failed her. The sweet friction within her began to build. She placed her hands on his chest, giving in to pleasure, expressing her heart with her body.
Chapter Seventeen
After a leisurely shower and dinner, they ended up in bed. Classic songs from the Eighties serenaded them, along with the gentle pounding of the ocean waves they could hear through the opened sliding doors. The light from the pool and one candle remained the only sources of illumination in the room. Nick nuzzled the top of Terrah’s head with his chin.
“Sleepy?”
“I don’t want to even think about going home tomorrow.”
“That makes two of us.”
“Life is much less complicated on a tropical island.”
Nick was inclined to agree, and he wrapped his arm around her back a little tighter. He wished they had nowhere else to go, no other responsibilities. As much as he was enjoying their extended stay, he couldn’t fully put what Jocelyn had told him out of his mind. The model popped into his head every time he thought about how perfectly things were going between him and Terrah.
“Well, we could stay until my agent sends out a bounty hunter for me.” He traced a line down the bridge of her nose as she shifted in his arms to face him with a smile.
“As tempting as that sounds, I’ve got a booking I can’t change.”
“And I have to fly out to Milan shortly after we get back.”
Terrah shook her head. “I’m jealous.”
“Don’t be. I have to model suits during the hottest time of the year over there.”
“How long will you be gone?” Terrah rubbed her palm against his five o’clock shadow.
“I think three or four days.”
Nick twisted one of Terrah’s thick curls around his finger.
Terrah sighed. “I’ve always wanted to go to Italy.”
“You’d love it. The art, the culture, the architecture… It’s a place that indulges all the senses.” He intertwined his leg with hers, wishing he could take her with him on the shoot.
Parting from her for even a few days wasn’t what he wanted.
“It sounds lovely.”
She stopped stroking his beard and placed her hand over his heart. “Nick, how did you get into modelling?”
“Well, it started off as a dare.”
“A dare?”
Nick nodded as he laid his head back against his pillow. “I wanted to contribute to my parent’s efforts to pay for my tuition. Some of my college buddies posted an ad for a modelling agency on my door as a prank. I was nicknamed the ‘pretty boy’ of our group. I used to hate it. I went to a casting call as a joke with my friends, but ended up being selected.”
“And the rest as they say…”
“Is history, yup. I never finished college.”
“What did you major in?”
He glanced down at, struck again by her natural beauty. “You’ll never guess.”
“Umm…law?”
“Nope.”
“Medicine?”
He grinned. “No, although I did consider becoming a dentist.”
“You, a dentist?” Tera chuckled as Nick shrugged.
“I had braces in high school and I was obsessed with having the perfect smile.”
“You do.”
“Ditto.”
Terrah grinned. “So, tell me. I give up.”
“I majored in English.”
“Really?”
The incredulous look on her face amused him. He shook his head as she sat up in the bed, looking adorable as hell in the fluffy hotel robes they were wearing. “I used to quote poetry to the girls I was interested in.”
“I hated English class, but if you’d been my teacher I would’ve definitely paid attention.”
Nick laughed. “What about you? You told me a little bit about why you were drawn to makeup, but what’s the full story?”
Her smile faded a little as she looked at him.
“Well, I didn’t have a lot of friends in school. I was always the ‘fat girl’.” Terrah dropped her gaze as she tugged on the edge of her robe. “In high school, I was finally allowed to wear makeup and I loved the way it made me feel like a totally different person.” She tucked a curl behind her ear. “I’d spend hours in front of the mirror trying different looks, learning what makeup worked best on my skin.”
Nick turned on his side, reached out and touched her knee. He could see the pain in her eyes as she talked. It was hard to believe she’d been teased about her looks when he thought she was the sexiest woman he’d ever met.
“I started getting noticed for my makeup. Girls wanted me to show them how to apply it.” Terrah looked down at her hands. “Makeup made me feel like I was accepted in the clique of girls in my school I wanted to be like.”
“Why do I get the feeling something bad happened?”
“Something did. I overheard one of the girls I’d just showed how to use eyeshadow talking about my weight, calling me names. I ran all the way home in tears and I literally worked my ass off exercising over the summer.”
Nick cursed. “Kids can be so damn cruel.”
Terrah gave him a bright smile. “I started skipping meals, working out like a fiend. That summer, I lost enough pounds to no longer be considered the ‘fat girl’.”
“Did your family know about what you were going through?”
“My parents were thrilled to see me losing weight, but they had no idea what had jump-started my newfound determination. My sister did, though. College was better, my size was no longer an issue and I wasn’t a social outcast. But it took me a long time to finally accept my curves and believe I was pretty, with or without makeup.”
“You’re gorgeous. I bet those chicks who teased you don’t look half as good as you do right now.”
Terrah laughed. “I used to dream I’d run into them now that I’m all grown up and professional.”
“They would be jealous.” Nick placed his arm over her waist as she lay back down.
“I’m over it now.”
“Do you know how much I love your body?”
He leaned over and kissed her on the lips, wanting to bring back the sparkle in her eyes.
“I know you love these…” Terrah cupped her breasts through the terrycloth robe.
Nick pushed open the robe, bent his head and grazed one hardening nipple with his teeth. “I do love these, but that’s not all I love.”
“No?”
She giggled as he nipped at her earlobe, the sound of her sexy laughter making his cock stiffen.
“No. Woman, you’ve got ample delights and I’ve got a serious craving for them all.”
“Sounds serious,�
� Terrah said, giving him a mocking look of concern as she slid her hand past the opening of his robe and down over his chest.
“It is.” He ground his teeth together as she slipped her hand lower, loosening the sash holding the robe together to reveal his thickening erection.
“Cravings can be bad,” Terrah teased with a wicked grin, her fingers tightening around his cock. “Hard to resist, even…”
Nick shifted his body over hers, ready to show her just how hard it could be.
* * * *
The next morning after breakfast, Nick walked Terrah back to her hotel room.
“Are you sure you want to wait while I pack?” she asked, jostling two shopping bags in one hand to snag her key card from her purse.
“Absolutely.“ Nick took the key card from her hand. “I want to see how you’re going to pack all this stuff back into that suitcase.”
Terrah grinned. “I can do it—you’ll see.”
“Shall I get us some tropical mimosas?”
“Yes!”
They both laughed as he pushed open the door. Terrah set her bags down inside the room, giggling when Nick grabbed her. He pressed her against the doorframe and Terrah looked around the empty hallway.
“Nick! Let’s at least close the do—“
He silenced her with a kiss that was both sweet and tempting.
“Sooo…the rumours are true.”
Terrah and Nick both whipped around to see Jocelyn strutting towards them in a pair of pink, four-inch heels that drew attention to her black mini dress. She stopped in front of them and peered over her designer shades.
“Make-up artist shags hottie model.”
“Watch it, Jocelyn.”
The cool tone in Nick’s voice was nothing compared to what Terrah was feeling as she leaned toward the female model.
“Excuse me?”
Nick held her tight when she made a move to step toward Jocelyn and it took every bit of Terrah’s home training to bite back the nasty ‘B’ word that was on the tip of her tongue. She wanted to wipe the disgusted look off the model’s face. It infuriated Terrah, the way Jocelyn was acting like her being with Nick was the most ridiculous thing she’d seen or heard.
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