Chapter 10
Ten
I woke in near darkness, with only a thin slice of daylight breaking through the room’s thick curtains. To my surprise, Iain wasn’t already up and about. He slept heavily next to me in the bed, no longer buried inside of me.
I watched him sleep, taking the time to appreciate his long angular face up close for the first time.
He hadn’t shaven since Thursday, so he now sported several days’ worth of unchecked beard growth.
Truthfully, the heavy stubble only made him look that much sexier.
Like a bad boy I’d been lucky enough to tryst with for four days, and not at all like my uptight, overly demanding boss.
My stomach stirred with frank appreciation that someone like him had deigned to spend an entire long holiday weekend in bed with me. Then I braced myself for the next bout of super lust along with the strong arousal smell that popped up whenever I looked at him for too long.
But the lust didn’t come. I could still smell my arousal. But it was very faint, like a breeze as opposed to a tornado.
Iain still definitely turned me on, but not in the unhinged, crazed way I’d experienced over the last few days.
I gingerly swung my legs over the side of the bed, waiting for exhaustion to set in …
but no, I felt great. Worked over to be sure, but not frail and weak as I had been whenever I tried to do anything not related to sex over the last four days.
And, even with the residual soreness between my legs, I had no problem standing up.
Maybe the drugs I took on Thursday had finally worked their way out of my system. I reached over to the nightstand for my glasses. They weren’t there. I frowned and switched on the headboard reading lamp, looking to see if maybe they’d fallen on the floor.
But no, the floor was clear and the nightstand held nothing but a clock radio and a glass of water.
Four days …
I was, as my grandmother used to say, blind as a bat without my glasses. But thinking back on it, I realized the last time I could remember wearing them was on Thursday, when I’d taken them off and tossed them on my office desk to relieve my headache.
I’d never gone this long without my glasses. And then something struck me. I could see everything in minute detail. The furniture, Iain sleeping next to me in the bed, the sitting room beyond the bedroom. I could see all of it. In spite of the low light. And despite my missing glasses.
Whoa …
Five minutes later, I rushed into the suite’s living room.
It was still light enough to see outside despite the post-dinner hour.
But instead of checking out the views beyond the beautiful bay window with crown molding, I plopped down on the striped couch and settled my laptop on top of my crisscrossed legs.
Yet after thirty minutes of research into all three of the drugs I’d taken, I couldn’t find anything to explain my dramatically improved vision.
I clicked on another browser tab to start a new search. I’d looked the drugs up individually but maybe the vision thing was a side effect of taking them in combination …
However, all thoughts of the drug combo disappeared when I saw the page already open in the tab I’d clicked. It was for an all-inclusive guided tour of Milford Track in New Zealand. Just a daydream I’d thought of back when I researched the trip before driving out to Iain’s cottage over a week ago.
But Milford Track ranked as one of the most beautiful treks in the world, and it was gentle enough that I wouldn’t have to get in crazy good shape beforehand.
It was also where my parents met when my father had been the assistant guide for my mother’s summer exchange group of college students on a five-day trek. Where I was conceived.
Plus, sex had also been just a daydream for the awkward 25-year-old virgin I was only a week ago. And look at me now …!
An hour later, I’d gone from freaking out about my dramatically improved vision to researching what it would take to make my Milford Track dream come true.
I didn’t have the knowledge or wherewithal to manage the trek by myself.
But depending on how much severance I got when my time at AlgoFortune was up, I might be able to swing one of the less costly guided tours—
I suddenly whipped my head to the side, my nose flaring at a now familiar smell.
Iain stood in the doorway leading to the bedroom. But unlike me, he hadn’t bothered with a robe.
He was completely, gloriously naked.
“Hi …” I said, my mouth instantly going dry at the sight of all those delicious muscles.
Strange. I hadn’t thought twice about jumping his bones for the last four days. But now that the uncharacteristic lust thrall appeared to have released me, I felt as nervous as the virgin I’d been before he completely rocked my world.
Maybe he sensed my nervousness. His eyes twinkled with dark amusement as he said, “Hello there, Millicent. What are you up to, then?”
He held my gaze, eyes hooded in a way that let me know exactly what he wished I were up to back inside the bedroom. Well, his eyes and the flesh that suddenly sprang to life between his legs.
“Um, just researching my upcoming trip to New Zealand. I’m planning to go after I leave the company in a few more weeks.”
A dark shadow fell over his face. “I see. You’re still keen to leave then? Haven’t changed your mind?”
“No, I haven’t,” I answered gently. “I mean, this was fun—really fun. But Iain … I’m still dying.
And I want to cross as many things off my bucket list as possible before I do.
The Milford Track has always been at the top of my list. It’s where my parents met, and I want to go… .assuming I can afford it.”
The annoyed shadow lightened a little but didn’t lift entirely.
He strode into the sitting room and sat next to me, seemingly not at all awkward about being naked in broad daylight.
Then again, why would he be? Unlike me, he’d likely never had to feel self-conscious about his appearance. Not with that Greek god physique.
I briefly pondered my skinny build and small breasts and shook my head ruefully. Not everyone was gifted with a glorious body like Iain.
“I like your breasts,” he said gruffly. “They fit perfectly in my hands, don’t they?”
I shot him a bemused look. Had I commented about my breasts out loud?
But before I could ask how he knew what I’d been thinking, he took my laptop from me and set it aside on the coffee table.
“So what’s this I hear about you never having been kissed? That can’t be true …”
“Uh … hmmm,” I blinked. “Did I say that? Like actually say that out loud?”
“It’s what I heard,” Iain answered, his eyes lingering on my lips.
Wow, whether it was the meds or the sex or a combination of the two, I’d really been speaking out of character these last few days.
“Well … I mean, it’s no big deal. I enjoyed what we did a lot. Kisses weren’t—aren’t—at the top of my list now. I don’t need to be kissed to have fun.”
Iain smiled broadly, flashing his very white teeth. “I’m glad you enjoyed our time together, but this kissing thing is a big deal to me. If you don’t mind, Millicent, I’d like to kiss you good and proper now.”
Like most of his requests, this turned out not to be a request at all. Before I could answer yea or nay, he’d swung me into his lap and settled my legs on either side of his waist.
One large hand cupped the back of my neck, massaging it once with his thumb, before pulling me down. Then his lips caught mine for a kiss that was only 50% as promised. It was good … really good … but not at all proper.
Actually, it only took about five minutes of making out before some really improper things started to happen. My robe fell open, and Iain’s hand found one of my small breasts, completely covering it while he consumed my lips.
And though I was no longer under the influence of the strange sex thrall, I could smell my arousal.
By all appearances, he was as turned on as I was, assuming the rock-hard erection against my stomach was any indication. But he continued to kiss me, taking my lips in a slow devour that soon began to feel like cruel torture.
“Iain,” I sighed into his lips, back to pleading even though my arousal wasn’t nearly as all-consuming as it had been before. My hips circled with a mind of their own against his heavy rod, which now lay flat on his belly trying to find relief.
“Ach, Millicent, see what you do to me? All I wanted was a kiss from you, but I cannae help myself. I must have it all when it comes to my wee mate.”
Mate? Had I not been in the middle of foreplay, I would have paid more attention to Iain’s odd choice of words. After all, “mate” was a term I typically associated with BBC nature documentaries narrated by David Attenborough, not with long weekend flings with your boss.
But I only barely registered Iain’s choice of words because without breaking our kiss, he lifted my hips and aligned himself with my sex so when he set me back down …
I groaned long and hard against his lips.
Getting repeatedly taken on my hands and knees had been terrific.
But this long kiss turned into front-facing sex was just as good.
And sweeter somehow, because he never stopped kissing me.
Not even when I came … keening into his mouth.
Not even when he held me against his body and put me on my back.
No, he didn’t stop. He kept kissing me even as his powerful hips drove into me. Pinning my lower half to the couch as he kissed me and kissed me and kissed me some more. Until finally, he released with a hard grunt against my mouth.
This man … I was the one who finally broke the kiss, my lips falling away from his so I could cry out with pleasure when a gentle but still mind-blowing orgasm rolled over me.
This time, I was surprised to note, Iain didn’t knot inside me.
Nor did I fall asleep, even when he pulled out, disappeared into the bedroom, and returned dressed in a hotel robe of his own.