Prologue
Regan
Six Months Ago
Miami, Florida
Regan knew this dance very well.
He kissed her like a dying man or rather a starving man and she was the sustenance that would save his life.
His fingers moved through her hair, blunt tipped fingers scraping along her scalp sending rivulets of pleasure down to the base of her spine.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, tilting her head slightly as his lips moved from hers to trace a heated line along her jaw and down the column of her neck.
“I can’t stop wanting you,” he whispered, his breath warm over her skin.
“I know,” she panted. “It’s like a drug. I want to quit but I can’t.”
He chuckled, his hands moving over her naked body.
“This is a good drug, baby. The best,” was his reply as he lifted her into his arms.
She wrapped her legs around his waist. He thrust deep inside her, filling her until the next words died in her throat. He’d been standing against the closed door of the hotel room he’d secured for them. She hadn’t gotten any further than that point when she arrived about ten minutes ago.
It started with a text.
4Seasons @8
It could be said that the Four Seasons was their spot. Of course, it was also the location of the last charity function her family hosted, but tonight it belonged to them. As it had on so many other occasions.
A few minutes before the text came through, she’d been sitting at her desk battling one hell of a headache.
Between her shoulder blades felt as if a lead weight had been sitting there for days and she’d wanted nothing else but to go home and sink into a hot bath when work was over.
But when she’d finished work at Infinity, instead of driving straight to her apartment, she’d gone in the opposite direction towards South Beach. She’d gone to the Four Seasons.
The moment she’d entered the room his hands were on her, no other greeting was necessary. Now here they were, him thrusting deeply, and her stroking with a matching rhythm. Her nails grazed his bare back as he bit lightly along her collarbone.
“More,” he whispered. “I want more.”
She pressed closer to him, rotating her hips as his hands gripped her ass.
“I need more, Regan,” he groaned, taking steps until they were near the couch.
He pulled out of her slowly, then lowered her until her feet touched the floor.
“I need more,” she echoed in reply.
“Then let me give it to you,” he told her, leaning forward to take her mouth in another hungry kiss.
With quick hands he turned her around after the kiss, pushing her so that she bent over the couch, her palms flattening on the firm pillows. He used his knee to push her legs apart, his hands to rub down her back, past the slit of her rear, to the dampened folds of her center.
“I’ll give you everything you want,” he told her. “Everything and so much more.”
“Yes,” she moaned when everything became his throbbing length pushing into her core once more. “Yes.” The word slipped again and again from her mouth while something deep inside her screamed No! No!