Chapter 2 #2
What’s wrong with me? I down the rest of my water to distract myself, and the server returns with our margherita pizza, saving me from further embarrassment.
The heavenly scent hits me, and I concede he’s not wrong.
If this is as amazing as it looks and smells, I’ll be one happy woman.
It’s also huge, so that gnocchi I ordered may have to find a home in the mini fridge of my hotel room.
“Enjoy,” the server directs us with a smile.
We both thank her, and then Alessio dishes up a slice of the pizza onto an app plate before passing it to me.
Our fingers brush.
It’s like a jolt of electricity skips up my arm, zings through my blood, and lands directly between my legs. This is so not good. I jerk the plate away and almost send my generous portion of cheesy goodness flying to the floor.
Way to play it cool, Is.
“Thanks,” I bite out.
He’s looking at me like he felt it too. I see something burning in his eyes. Awareness. Attraction. Something primal and potent and it makes me want to skip the dinner and drag him back to my room so I can ride him until dawn.
“You’re welcome.” He serves himself, and I try not to drool over his tatted hands as I watch the casual movements.
Something about this man just screams power and sex and darkness. I’ve never been this attracted to anyone, and the force of it shocks me.
“Are you a bartender?” I blurt.
He gives me a long, slow look. “You’re breaking the rules again.”
“Fuck the rules.”
I’m feeling impulsive. Wild. I’m feeling like anything could happen, and for a woman who has lived every minute of her life planned to the most specific detail for the last few years, that’s terrifying.
He gives me a slow, assessing look. “Fine. I’m not a bartender.”
“Then what are you?”
Alessio shakes his head. “Not so fast. A question for a question.”
“Okay. Ask me something.” I take a bite to distract myself, hoping he doesn’t ask me anything I don’t want to answer.
And he’s right. The margherita pizza is to die for.
“Are you here alone?” he asks.
My heart beats faster.
“Why do you want to know?”
“That’s another question.”
Damn him, he’s right a second time.
I purse my lips, weigh whether I should lie or tell the truth. Woman Traveling Alone 101: don’t tell strangers you’re flying solo. But there’s something about Alessio. And besides, I’m at the hotel, surrounded by people.
“Yes, I’m here alone,” I say.
He takes a bite of his pizza, and it should be criminal to look that sexy while eating. He doesn’t say anything. Just watches me, his stare holding me in a grip like we’re the only two people in the world. I don’t even see the moon glinting off the ocean over the terrace. All I see is him.
“Your turn,” he finally says.
And for a second, I have no clue what he’s talking about. I blink, my brain catching up to the conversation. My turn for a question.
“If you’re not a bartender, then what are you?” I ask.
“An investor.” He picks up his water glass and takes a slow sip.
I watch his Adam’s apple bob. God, even the way he drinks is hot. A trickle of perspiration slides down my spine. This man looks nothing like I imagine a businessman would. Not with those tattoos on his hands or the subtle aura of menace that rolls off him.
“What kind of investor?”
The corners of his lips curve ever so slightly. “The kind who invests.”
He’s giving me very little to go on. I can play that game too.
“Your turn for a question,” I tell him, deciding I’ll give him the same vague answer.
He settles his glass back on the sleek tabletop. “What are you doing with the rest of your night?”
My stomach flips. Is he asking me what I think he’s asking me? And do I want him to be asking me what I think he’s asking me? The answer hits me all at once like a wave breaking on the sand.
Yes. I do. I really, really, really do.
“That depends.”
He leans forward, elbows on the table, drowning me with the intensity of his stare. “On?”
“You.”
Saint
We’re barely in the door to Isla’s room before her mouth is on mine.
I’m not sure which one of us made the first move.
Maybe we collided halfway. All I know is that I have her pinned to the wall and my hands are in her hair and she’s kissing me greedily, like I’m the oxygen she needs to breathe.
She smells like sunshine and citrus, and she’s so fucking soft.
When she invited me to her room after dinner, I knew I should say no.
Best man, best behavior and all that shit.
As my brother’s right-hand man, I can’t afford to indulge in the distraction of a woman right now.
Our rise to the top is still too new, the blood spilled too fresh for me to relax my guard, even in an island paradise.
But I couldn’t shake the feeling that she was a chance I couldn’t risk not taking.
Besides, she’s in St. Thomas on vacation.
I’m here for a wedding. In a few days, we’ll both be gone and never see each other again.
A one-night stand with a woman who’s not at all my type and yet makes my dick harder than steel.
What could go wrong?
Her tongue is in my mouth, and she tastes sweet.
Sweet like the chocolate cake she took a bite of at dinner before pushing it aside and declaring there was only one thing she was hungry for tonight.
She’d given me a look that made me want to throw her over my shoulder and carry her to my room like spoils of war.
This woman is special. Rare. I don’t know how I know that. I just do.
She’s not for me. Not my type, not in my league. Brains and beauty. She’s kind. Probably the sort who believes in good always triumphing over evil.
She’d be wrong.
I slide my hands under her shirt and find the hot, smooth, bare skin of her stomach. I don’t want to go too fast. Don’t want this to be over before it’s begun. But Holy Mother, the way my body reacts to hers is fucking insane. It’s like a jolt of adrenaline spiked into my veins. I’m on fire.
With a groan, I press my aching dick into her as I feast on her mouth. My knuckles skim upward, over her rib cage, and I feel the way she suddenly inhales, catching her breath. And then I glide them a little higher, cupping the full swell of her breast. It’s encased in lace. Her nipple is hard.
I groan into the kiss.
I don’t remember ever wanting a woman this much. It’s a damn good thing I’ll never see her again after tonight.
She sucks on my tongue, and I sink one hand into her silky hair, fisting her bun. Her breast pops free as I drag the edge of her bra down and out of my way, her hard nipple jutting into my palm. Gently, I squeeze that perfect handful, and she whimpers into my mouth, arching her back.
I can’t get enough of her.
We kiss like we’re at war. Like this is a battle for survival and the only thing that will keep us alive is each other’s lips. I angle my mouth over hers, letting her feel all of me against her, how much I want her. When I pinch her nipple, she sinks her teeth into my lower lip.
It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced, that bite, and suddenly, I’m feral. I have to taste her. To make her come on my tongue. I want to suck her clit until she’s begging me to give her my cock because she can’t possibly come one more time. I want her drunk on the orgasms I give her.
I release her and get on my knees. This isn’t something I do with a random hookup, but everything about this is different and all my rules are out the window as I loop my thumbs into the waistband of her slacks and pull down, bringing her panties with them.
They get caught on her sandals, so I help her out of those first, noticing her toenails are painted the bright blue of the Caribbean. Fuck, even her feet are sexy. So are her legs. She’s petite, her hips curved just the way I like.
“You don’t have to…” she murmurs, sounding shy.
Her words trail off as I hook one of her legs over my shoulder. “Yes. Yes, I fucking do.”
There’s no way I’m going to let this opportunity pass me by. I kiss her inner thigh, then grasp her ass in both hands and bring her pussy to my mouth.
And goddamn.
She tastes sweet. I latch on to her clit and suck. She tunnels her fingers through my hair, and her hips jolt.
“Holy shit.” She’s breathless.
Good. That’s exactly how I want her.
I get to work, alternating between suction, nips, and quick flicks of my tongue.
Her whole body twitches every time my teeth find a particularly sensitive place, so I center my attention there, giving her gentle nibbles until she’s thrusting her pussy into my face, her nails digging into my shoulders.
She moans, twisting against me as she comes, and I stay where I am, licking her through it.
“Oh my God,” she moans.
But I’m not done with her yet. I keep at her clit, sucking harder. Then I use my tongue on her, fucking her with it until she’s shaking against me, sliding down the wall. I catch her and bite her clit lightly, finding the same spot that drove her wild.
She comes again, hard and fast.
“Alessio.”
My name on her lips when she comes almost has me jumping out of my skin.
I’m not just on fire; I’m a fucking inferno.
I unhook her leg from my shoulder and stand, bringing her hideous shirt with me, pulling it over her head before throwing it to the floor.
She’s leaning against the wall in nothing but that lacy red bra, one breast bare the way I left it.
I don’t waste any time in unhooking it. She shrugs out of the bra and tears at my shirt.
I regret wearing something with buttons.
We struggle to undo them before she starts ripping them open.
Ping, ping, ping. They fly over the carpet, and I don’t give a shit.
I’ll buy a new shirt. A hundred new shirts.
All I want is to be naked with this woman.
I toe off my shoes, my cock harder than ever. My brain functions enough to remember to extract the condoms from my wallet before Isla reaches for my fly. I toss them onto the bed as I step out of my boxer briefs and slacks.
“My turn.” She gets on her knees for me before I can stop her.
“Damn, baby.” She looks so beautiful, naked on the hotel’s geometric carpet, reaching for me. Isla wraps a hand around my dick and licks the head while I grab her bun. “Fuck.”
Her mouth is hot and wet, and when she sucks me, it’s like fireworks are exploding.
Slowly, I start to fuck her mouth, feeding her more of my cock.
Her green eyes lock on me, her pretty pink lips stretched around me, and it’s the single most erotic sight I’ve ever seen.
I hit the back of her throat, doing everything I can to keep from coming.
I need to last.
I bite my lip, roll my hips. She gags and withdraws, licking the tip. I’m too big for her. It’s happened before. I’m about to pull her to her feet when she takes me deep again, her cheeks hollowing. My fingers tighten in her hair.
“You look so perfect like this,” I tell her, “your mouth full of my cock.”
She moans around me, swallowing, and I almost shoot down her throat. She cups my balls, gently kneading them, and I know then that I have to stop or I’ll never make it.
“Enough,” I tell her, tugging at her bun.
My dick springs from her mouth, wet and ready. Her lips are swollen, her eyes glassy with arousal.
“No fair,” she pouts.
She’s beyond perfect. I give her my hand and help her to stand.
“Later,” I promise. I’ll let her have my dick any way she wants it for the rest of the night. But right now, I have to be inside her. I need it like I need oxygen. “I want you on the bed on all fours, baby.”
With a needy sound, she does what I say, getting on her hands and knees on the bed, presenting herself to me. Her pussy is dripping. Fuck. I’m on the bed behind her in the next breath.
“You’re soaked.” I skim a finger over her slick, swollen pussy. “You need to be fucked so badly, don’t you?”
She moans, and I sink a finger deep, thrusting in and out of her as she clamps down on me. I can’t fucking wait to be inside her. Picking up the foil packet I threw onto the duvet, I tear it open with my teeth and quickly roll the condom on.
“You ready for me?”
“Readier than ready. Are you going to keep talking, or are you going to give me that big cock?”
It’s like all the blood leaves my brain and zings straight to my dick.
I can’t think. I’m just action. I line myself up and fill her with one thrust. She feels so fucking good.
Better than I even could have imagined. So good that I need to take a second to regain my control, my hands tightening on her hips.
“How’s that for an answer?” I ask her.
She tightens on me, arching her back. “Good. Now make me come again.”
“Bossy.” I withdraw from her and give a light spank on her ass. “Be patient, and I’ll give you anything you want.”
“Anything?” She looks at me over her shoulder.
I sink back inside her.
“Anything, baby.”
Mother Mary, the expression on her face. She bites her lip, sexy as fuck.
And my tentative grip on my control snaps. I fuck her hard and fast, sliding my right hand from her hip to play with her clit as I go. She moans my name again, moving in time with me. We’re raw and frenetic. Nothing else matters but the two of us as I drive into her over and over.
When she clenches down on me and falls to her elbows on the bed, I know she’s coming again.
I slam into her one more time and explode, coming so hard that I lose my breath and little black stars speckle my vision.
We stay that way, tangled up in each other, hearts pounding in time to the waves hitting the beach below.
And I think to myself for the second time that it’s a damn good thing I’ll never see this woman again after tonight.
Because she’d kill me.
“Ready for more?”
I don’t hesitate. “Fuck yeah.”
I roll her onto her back, take off the condom, and then I suck one of her nipples into my mouth. It’s going to be a long night.