3. Isla #2
“Fraser.” He turned and leaned against the desk, admiring the decor. “Did you inherit this place?”
“Early inheritance from my aunt. She wanted to retire.”
He wandered across the lobby, admiring the artwork. He paused in front of the waterfall painting. My favorite painting in the entire place.
“All right, this is you,” I said, flashing a room key at him. He strode back in my direction. “You’re on the second floor.” I handed him his credit card. He went to pluck the key from my hand, but I caught it. “Unless, of course, you need me to show you to your room?”
Was I actually doing this—inviting myself to a man’s room? To his bed? It wasn’t like me at all. I was no blushing virgin, but I’d never had a one-night stand before. Did I actually want this?
Mischief flashed across his face, and when he spoke, his brogue came out in a low, sexy growl. “Yes, actually. I’d love the full door-to-door experience.”
Yes. I wanted this.
“Five-star service coming your way.”
“I’ll be the judge of that,” he said cheekily.
My heart hammered in my chest, but not because I was nervous. It was because I was excited. “This way.”
He followed me up the narrow stairs, close enough I could breathe in his intoxicating scent. Too close. My pulse throbbed in response. When we got to the landing, I turned to face him, letting my gaze drag over his face, from his perfectly kissable lips to those gorgeous gray eyes.
“I’m very interested in all the…charms this place has to offer,” he purred.
Yes, perfect. That was an excellent idea. Just for tonight. Just to scratch an itch.
“This is you,” I said, waving my hands at the door of his room in a little ta-da motion. “Full service, door-to-door delivery. As promised.”
“Aye, you’ve got a solid business model here,” he said. “Definitely four stars.”
“Four?” I said playfully. “Liar! You’ve never had better from a small-town inn in your life.”
Locke leaned closer. I could smell the rum on his breath as the door butted up against my back. It was intoxicating, and my head started spinning. All I could think about was grabbing him and—
—then I found myself doing just that. I pulled him in by the collar, dragging his lips down to mine in a fiery kiss.
My pulse skipped uncontrollably as we glided against each other.
It was all lips and teeth and tongue as the adrenaline fueled the desire pulsing between my legs.
Just for tonight, I thought again. I wanted this man to unravel me and put me back together.
Because I deserved to have a good time with a guy that looked like sex on a stick.
Locke returned the kiss enthusiastically, his hands curling around my waist. Heat flared through me as his lips trailed across my jaw and around the side of my neck before returning to my lips. I could taste the rum on his tongue, and I wanted more.
I made desperate moans into his mouth, my hands on his face, pulling him closer. His hands dropped to my ass, squeezing. I groaned, long and loud.
Suddenly a deep woof sounded, and Locke jerked back, eyeing something down the hall. I tipped my head as my heart pounded, spotting Ranger.
“That’s your dog?” he said. “He’s massive. I was imagining a small, yappy thing.”
I smirked, still trying to catch my breath. “There’s been a deerhound in residence since the inn was opened.”
Ranger padded by, giving Locke a sniff. He snorted, then carried on down the stairs.
“I’m feeling very judged,” Locke said. “Is he going to attack if I take you to bed?”
A grin tugged at my lips. “Is that your way of asking if you can?” I reached behind me and shoved the door open. “Because my answer is yes.”
“Good. Because I’m ready to blow your mind.” He hauled me close again and kicked the door shut behind us. We stumbled through the semi-darkness toward the bed, his lips crashing against mine.
“I’m gonna need you to get this dress off me to make that happen,” I said, fighting off a shiver as his hands went straight for the zipper at the back of my dress.
“My thoughts exactly.”
I wriggled out of my clothes. Locke did the same, and in the hazy lamplight, I admired the short hairs along his pecs and the ripple of muscle across his abdomen.
“Like what you see?” he asked, shooting me a wicked grin.
“We wouldn’t be here if I didn’t.”
He chuckled, amused. Then his eyes raked over me, hungry enough to make that pulsing between my thighs unbearable. I stepped back until my legs collided with the bed, curling my finger in invitation.
Locke didn’t need to be told twice. He crawled over top of me, his body a tantalizing weight that I planned to thoroughly enjoy. He lifted his hand, thumbing one of my breasts. “You’re gorgeous,” he whispered. “I’m going to make you feel so good.”
“Save the pretty words,” I said. “I’m more interested in action.”
He waggled his eyebrows at me. “Lucky for you, making women come is one of my specialties.”
“I’ll be the judge of that,” I teased.
He gave my nipple a light pinch in response, and I gasped. He leaned down, nipping at my ear. “I only give five-star performances,” he growled, then he was everywhere, kissing and stroking and drawing a series of moans from me.
I’d never made sounds like this before. I felt wild.
Unhinged. Desperate for the release coiling inside me.
Desperate for the cock I could feel hardening between us.
It had been a while since I’d been with anyone, and I was clearly a little needy.
And, thank God, this man really knew what he was doing.
He let his hand skim the space between my thighs, and I jerked against him, groaning. “Are you ever going to put your money where your mouth is?”
“Just let me work,” he said, sinking down my body and latching his mouth onto my clit. The moment he did, I saw stars. Then he started flicking his tongue. Up. Down. Around.
The tension inside me tightened, my back arched off the bed, and next thing I knew, I came with a shout.
My entire body convulsed as he climbed back up the bed, stroking my arm, my sternum, my breasts, coaxing me through the waves of pleasure.
When the haze cleared from my mind, I found him digging through his duffle bag.
He produced a condom and rolled it onto his cock with practiced efficiency.
I watched, my breath catching in anticipation.
He flashed me a playfully heated look when he was done, and I pulled him back onto the bed, back to me.
I kissed him hard as my hand slid between us, wrapping around his cock.
I pumped him a few times, then helped guide him between my thighs.
He seated himself in a quick thrust, and I cried out again, pleasure exploding behind my eyes as I clutched him, my nails digging into his shoulders.
Locke rocked against me, and it was so damn good, it drove everything except pleasure clear out of my mind. I jerked in time with his thrusts, chasing a second release, driving us both over the edge. He came with a groan, sinking down against me, his weight warm in my arms.
“Fucking hell,” he murmured against my shoulder.
I patted him on the back. “Not bad, old man.”
“Old man?” he said, his head snapping up. Amusement was laced into the turn of his lips as he got up to dispose of the condom. “This was a master class experience. I don’t think old men are giving that.”
“Solid four stars,” I agreed.
“Four bloody stars, as if.” He laughed, coming back to bed. “You just had the night of your life.”
“You’re such a cliché.” I grinned, stroking a lock of his hair off his forehead.
He frowned. “What do you mean?”
“The wealthy businessman witnessing this beautiful vow renewal and responding by having a romp with a much younger woman.”
“I couldn’t care less about your age,” he said, bussing me on the cheek. “I care that you were the fittest woman there, and I couldn’t take my eyes off of you.”
“Sure, sure,” I said as he started kissing me again, his lips nibbling at my jaw. I opened my mouth to say something, but he sucked on my neck just right, and the words fell away
He pulled back, waggling his eyebrows. “Fancy round two?”
“I suppose you’ve gotta earn that extra star somehow,” I said, happy to make the most of this one-night stand. He barked a laugh, then let his hand drift between my thighs as we started all over.