by Leslie North
Watching his sexy, sturdy frame underneath that black tuxedo all night had only teased and provoked her. Their long kisses and sexy slow dancing had been a torturous foreplay. Steamy looks from across the cave while one went off to get drinks—practically as much of a turn on as if he’d stuck his hand inside her dress.
So it was only proper to act on it. One last time.
Jackie pushed the door shut behind her and then tugged at the lapels of his coat. A grin broke out on his face—probably realizing that her plan involved as much sexy time as the two could stand. She pulled him into a hard, urgent kiss. One that held as much passion as hunger.
Because she was starving tonight. This was the last chance she could get a taste of Daniel, and she wasn’t going to waste it.
Daniel grunted, cupping her face as he backed her up against the door. His fingers knotted in her hair as he pressed his body against hers. Heat poured off of him—intoxicating and wild. She melted back against the door, her knees giving out, but Daniel was there to catch her.
“Princess,” he murmured, smiling through a kiss. “Don’t fall and hurt yourself.”
“Sorry,” she breathed, as his kisses ventured down her jawline. “You kiss too well. It’s your fault.”
His laugh was low and rumbling. His big hands traced up the sides of her body, slowly hiking up and gathering the swishy material of her dress at her hips. “No. It’s your fault. You bring out this side of me.”
She giggled, but it turned into a gasp when his warm palms found the bare skin of her butt, exposed by her thong, and he hoisted her. The grin on his face turned devilish—pure mischief and promise. And this was one of the other things she loved about Daniel. He could be so proper and well-behaved out in public when people were watching and he needed to act the successful businessman part.
But times like these, when he let out his wild side, and the lust dripping off of him was enough to push her to climax without laying a finger on her?
“God, I can’t decide what I want more right now,” Daniel groaned into the hollow of her neck. “Fuck you right here against the door or throw you onto the bed and eat you out until you scream my name.”
This was the Daniel she loved more than anything. The animal side of him. The man who wasn’t afraid to pin her to the hotel room door and have his way with her. The man who wanted her with unbridled passion but still wasn’t so wild that he stopped caring about whether she enjoyed it.
“Both options sound equally good—” she began.
“Right here against the door,” Daniel growled, which sent a shiver through her. She clung to him as he shifted against her, holding her with one arm while he sidled out of one side of his jacket.
“Agreed.” She placed soft kisses along his neck, up to his earlobe. She knew he loved being kissed there. And damn, she wanted to go out with a bang. So she wouldn’t be forgotten, like Tania. So maybe he still might think fondly of her in six months, or six years. “Did you get any more condoms?”
His jaw tightened and then he grunted. “Fuck.”
She nibbled on his earlobe while he flexed his hips against her. The hardness through his pants rubbed up against her in just the right way.
“I’m not saying we need one…” she began, hoping he’d catch her meaning.
His eyes went hooded, his fingertips digging into her ass cheeks. “Princess. You’re killing me. Do you want to?”
She searched his face, trying to find some reason that she shouldn’t do this. She knew all the low-hanging-fruit reasons—they weren’t anything serious, this was the last time, she didn’t do things like this, she couldn’t be certain that he was clean and that there wouldn’t be consequences—but getting lost in his blue gaze made all of those excuses dissolve on her lips.
Truth was, she did want this with him. Raw. Real. Intense.
There was no better way to say goodbye to him than that.
“It’s not usually my style,” she whispered, her voice sticking to her throat. “You’d be the first for me. But I’m on birth control, so fuck it.”
That devilish grin returned to his face, and he dove in for a kiss that was even hungrier than before. They kissed so hard her lips buzzed. When he pulled apart, he looked like he was in outer space.
“That’s so hot. And a huge honor,” he said, finally slipping off his coat. It crumpled to the floor in a soft whuumph.
“Not as huge as yours,” she teased.
He grunted. “Just you wait and see.” Daniel lowered her onto her feet gently so that he could unbuckle his pants and slip out of his shoes. He made quick work of his shirt and bowtie next, and Jackie watched, amused and turned on, while he stripped down to nothing.
“Can you get my zipper?” she asked once he’d shed all his clothes.
He dragged his teeth over his bottom lip, his gaze bouncing up and down her body. “Not yet. I want to fuck you in the dress first.”
She couldn’t keep in the giggle. “So that implies there will be a second time, without the dress?”
“Oh, yes. At bare minimum.”
Lust surged through her veins as he gathered her dress again and hoisted her, pinning her against the door. This time, his cock bobbed heavy in front of him before it was trapped between their bodies. His swollen cockhead rubbed against the damp crotch of her panties, pushing at her clit.
“Ohhh my God,” she whispered, tightening her grip around his neck. Already, it was the best thing she’d ever experienced. And it was only just beginning.
“I’ll go slow,” he whispered, his breath hot on her chin. “As slow as I can, I mean. Because once I feel just how fucking juicy you are with nothing between us…” A shuddery breath escaped him. “I can’t promise anything.”
He rolled his hips against her, dragging the hot shaft of his cock back and forth over her panties. Her entire body went tight—wanting it, expecting it, preparing for it—while he reached between them to push aside the scrap of fabric separating them.
“Oh, my God,” she moaned, tightening her thighs around him. “Maybe I can’t handle this.”
“You can.” He ran his tongue over his top teeth as he wriggled into place. She gasped when his cockhead made contact, the velvet heat slipping inside her with ease. “We both can.”
And then he eased himself in—a fluid, languid movement that was both tender and determined. All the air in her body whooshed out in a gasp while he sank inside her. There was something so intimate, so wildly raw about the bare flesh of him, being buried inside her with nothing to separate them. All of her thoughts disappeared. Her brain turned into a pleasant hum of silence.
She could only feel. The penetrating heat and steel of him. The way he drilled inside her, down to her core.
Jackie was trembling by the time he’d claimed every last bit of space inside her. And then he moved against her, both sweet and unbridled at the same time. A strange whimper escaped her, something animalistic yet feminine, and her head fell back, knocking against the door.
“Ohhhh, Jackie,” Daniel moaned, his voice sounding deeper, more guttural, than she’d ever heard it.
“Fuck,” she moaned, digging her nails into his biceps. “Fuck, it’s too good, Daniel.”
He grunted, hoisting her up further, his lip finding hers.
“Nobody has ever felt like this, Jackie,” he murmured against her lips as he eased into her, pinning her to the door once more. As he eased himself out, he added, “Nobody in the fucking world.”
His words were just gasoline on the fire already alive and raging unchecked inside her. And god, she felt it too. She was right there with him.
“I know,” she whimpered, emotion tightening her throat. “You’re the only one.”
He was so right, which made this whole situation even worse. She believed without a doubt that they did have something magical and unique. Something so special that she knew she’d never be able to find it again.
But Daniel would never change his lifestyle. He’d never quit
the job that didn’t just consume but utterly swallowed his entire life.
And what sort of future did they have like that?
Daniel pounded into her, a firm but tender rhythm that only reinforced the swell of emotion and pleasure and heartache. She bumped against him in time, breathless from the sense of being filled by him—unsheathed, uninhibited—as the base of his cock rubbed at her in just the right spot.
The tightness in her belly was the first sign. Her thighs squeezed around him, and as he rocked into her again, she went spilling over the edge. She cried out, everything going bright white behind her lids as the orgasm assaulted her like an explosion in her core. Her legs trembled as she came and she felt weak as a kitten, unable to hold on, but Daniel just held her tighter.
He shouted gruffly then, pulling out of her quickly as his own completion arced through the air and onto the ground. He smashed his lips to hers in a greedy kiss. His half-hard cock was trapped between them as they kissed, over and over again, as though they hadn’t just reached the pinnacle of pleasure together.
She clawed at him, still needing more of him. And really, this was the worst sign of all. She could have him, be filled by him, be consumed by him, and still need more? This was supposed to be the last time to sate her forever. The final sip of cool water before she wanted back out into the desert.
But maybe it would never be enough.
When their kisses finally slowed, Jackie swallowed a thick knot in her throat. Damn it all, the L word was dangling on her lips. Begging to be spoken. But she’d never allow it.
“How was that for round one?” Daniel asked, smiling as he brushed his lips across her forehead.
She laughed as he gently lowered her to the ground, but the tears were there. And this time, there was no blinking them away.
Shit shit shit. She didn’t know what to do. At the very least, she wanted to come across as the strong independent woman she’d always been. The woman who didn’t completely dissolve because she fell for a man she couldn’t keep over the course of a week.
She wiped away a tear that had spilled and headed for the bedroom, sniffing hard.
“You okay, princess?” Daniel’s voice sounded lazy. Sated.
“I’m just gonna get into my pajamas,” she said, heading for the walk-in closet. She squeezed out a few tears there in the quiet of the closet—hoping that she’d get them out of her system and could then return to their evening and enjoy what little time they had left.
She fumbled with the zipper of her dress, the tears blurring her attempts to unzip it. She sighed, pausing to wipe at her eyes and really focus. But the struggle only made her more upset. She had so much more of this to look forward to—crying without any ability to control it while she nursed a broken heart, post-Daniel.
“Jackie.” Daniel’s baritone appeared at her ear and he deftly undid the zipper and spun her around, cupping her face in his hands. “What’s wrong?”
She shook her head, embarrassed that he caught her like this. “Uh, really good orgasm?”
A smile flickered at his lips, but he didn’t release her. “Wanna talk about it?”
Not really. She gnawed on the inside of her lips, avoiding his gaze. “I was kinda hoping we could just go lay down.”
He nodded, retreating from the walk-in closet. That’s when she noticed he was still naked. Dammit, she was ruining this sexy last night together. She drew a fortifying breath, slipping out of her dress before carefully re-hanging it and tugging on a tank top. She’d bypass the booty shorts, since she still planned to have at least a little more fun.
Daniel was lying on the bed, an arm propped behind his head, his gaze waiting for her. The sight of him, sprawled out and waiting for her, completely comfortable in the nude, helped erase some of her sadness—or at least cover it up with other, more enjoyable thoughts.
She climbed onto the big bed and cozied up to him. He draped his arm around her shoulders, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. A comfortable silence settled between them.
Until finally Daniel spoke.
“You let me know when you feel better so I can get on with my evil plan.”
A giggle rolled out of her. She nuzzled into his side, an insistent thump in her chest urging her to speak. To share something, finally.
“I’m just going to miss you,” she whispered, dragging her finger along the ridge of his abs.
“I’ll be back before too long—it’s just a two-week trip,” he said. “And we’ll pick up where we left off.”
His words didn’t placate her. They only reinforced the sad truth lurking behind his meaning.
“But how long will you be back for?”
He was quiet for a moment. “A few days.”
“And then?”
“It depends on what comes up.”
Not helpful. Or even slightly reassuring. “So I’ll just be your house sitter in the meantime, and then when you come back…”
He tutted. “No, Jackie. Think of it as less house-sitting and more house-living.”
He was trying to make her feel better—she could tell. But that just made things worse. So she was meant to be the hired help during his trips, and the girlfriend all the rest of the time.
“So like, 95% house sitter, 5% girlfriend.”
He looked down at her. “I like the second part of that more. But change the number to 100%.”
His words warmed her, even though she didn’t want them to. “Fine. I guess I’ll feed your fish for free now. As long as you promise to interrupt me in the bath again when you get back next time.”
A laugh rocketed out of him. “Will you try to karate chop me again?”
“No guarantee.”
“No deal without the karate.”
She sighed. “Should have known better than to negotiate with a businessman.”
Daniel grinned, running his thumb over her knuckles. “So we have a deal.” After a long, sweet kiss, he added, “And I’ll see about popping in during the halfway mark of my trip. If I can rearrange a few things, I might be able to come back for a day, maybe two. Just to see you.”
Jackie smiled, but she could feel it wavering.
So possibly four or five days out of a month.
Would that be enough?
16
Despite the sadness she felt, Jackie couldn’t help responding when Daniel sat up, raking his hungry gaze over her body. He tugged at the hem of her tank top, and she sat up so that he could tear it off of her.
“I don’t even know why you bothered with clothes,” he murmured before dipping down to bite at a nipple. “You know I’m just going to toss all of this across the room.”
“Maybe I like watching you do it.” She grinned as he focused on her panties next. She wriggled her hips as he pulled them down her legs, eventually tossing them to join her shirt on the floor.
“Understandable.” He propped himself up on an elbow, parked right at hip-level. He eyed her pussy like it was time for dessert. “Hopefully you’ll like watching me do what I have planned next.”
A shiver raced through her. Of course she’d love watching it. She’d be replaying it in her head for the next decade or more.
Daniel placed soft kisses over her hip bone, urging her legs apart with his chin as he sought the still-damp core of her. He swiped his tongue over her clit, which remained sensitive from their intense session at the door.
She sighed, melting back onto the bed. Of course Daniel had to make it hard to walk away.
“I just don’t want you to forget about me while I’m gone,” he murmured before covering the stiff peak of her clit with his lips.
“Impossible,” she groaned.
“Okay then, I want to make sure that when I come back, you’ll be ready for me.” He swiped his tongue across her folds, and then buried it inside her. She gasped, her legs going tense. He slurped at her, his tongue plunging deep inside her only to return to her clit. Over and over again. She moaned, her thighs forming a vice around his head
.
“Mmm. There we go.” His hands joined the fun now. He pumped two fingers into her pussy while he lavished more attention on her clit. She rocked against him, relishing the friction and the sweet, unbroken attention. Her back arched as he buried his fingers deeper inside her.
“Daniel,” she breathed, “Please. I need it.”
“What, princess? Tell me.”
“You. Inside me.”
He sucked at her clit one last time before pushing onto his palms. He covered her with his body, his heavy cock immediately finding the crease of her pussy. He was fully hard again, and she was so close to the edge she could barely stand it. She just didn’t want to come again without feeling the blissful heat of him, buried to her core.
He slipped inside easily this time, his intense blue gaze stealing her breath. She couldn’t look away from him as he plunged himself inside her, beautifully slow and surprisingly sweet.
She palmed the flat planes of his chest, hooking her ankles behind him. Zeroing in on his eyes as if she could see to the depths of his soul, hoping she might find answers there. His hidden truths, or buried desires. Anything that might convince her he might actually stay with her once he left for his business trip.
“Give it to me hard,” she whispered. Like maybe he could break something inside of her that would serve as the final souvenir of their time together. Too late. He’s already breaking your heart.
His eyes went hooded and he scooped his palms underneath her ass cheeks, hoisting her from the waist down. He groaned as he reached a new depth—a new angle altogether—and her heart raced, dangling on the precipice of another orgasm.
Daniel picked up an intense pace. Harder than any time they’d made love before. This time, he was really fucking her.
Her entire body jiggled each time he rocked into her, every inch of her skin taut with anticipation of the next climax. She reached out for something to grab, but only her nails grazed his abs.
“Open your eyes,” he said, his voice gritty.
She snapped them open, his cerulean gaze pinning her to the bed. The ache was back in her chest now, made worse by the divine pleasure between her legs.