Flyover (1 Night Stand Series) Page 3
“Yes.” She gasped as he probed gently with his fingertip.
But when she pushed against it, wanting more, he nipped her shoulder and moved his hand away. She gave a cry of protest at the loss of contact.
Damn!
She hadn’t allowed many men to take her that way, but unexpectedly she craved it with Alec. Desire radiated from him, a sexual need that pulsed in the air. Every place he touched her, nerves crackled, feeding the growing flame inside her.
Wiggling her ass, she urged him to touch her there again but instead he gathered more soap and worked it into lather once more. She still had her back to him as he pressed against her and soaped her breasts, pinching the nipples and twisting them slightly. Only enough to cause pleasurable pain. He drifted his slick hand over her tummy to her pussy, soaping the curls before dipping into her slit.
She rocked forward into his touch. More, she wanted to cry. More, more, more.
A low chuckle sounded in her ear.
“Love your sweet little clit, Chelsea. Love your whole body. You’re an incredibly responsive woman.”
He slid two fingers inside her, keeping his thumb on her clit and holding her tightly against him and surged his swollen cock against the curve of her ass. She rode his fingers, reaching for the pleasurable friction that would give her the release her body sought.
“You want me again.” His voice sounded husky.
“Yes,” she cried. “Please, please.”
“We’re supposed to be taking a shower,” he teased, but his control frayed.
Chelsea leaned her head back, the water like a gentle rain on her face. “You have something against sex in the shower?” Her breathing hitched, and she had trouble getting the words out. She couldn’t believe her boldness. She seldom took the lead. Maybe that’s what had been wrong all those times. She’d always been more concerned about pleasing her partner than taking her own pleasure. Unfortunately she chose men who also were focused on themselves. But here she had a man who wanted to satisfy her. To make her feel good. Who controlled his own desires until he brought her to the highest peak of pleasure.
Alec focused on her. His taste, his touch, was everything she craved.
She continued to rub against him, waiting for his answer.
“Yes, ma’am,” he murmured. “I told you it’s always better when it’s wet and slippery.” He thrust his fingers deeper. “Want my cock here, Chelsea? Hmm?” Suddenly his hand moved away, but before she could protest he slid it into the crevice of her ass. “Or here? Want me to take you here, sugar?”
“Yessss.” The word hissed from her.
“Just tell me if I hurt you.” She heard the strain of control in his voice.
But I know you won’t. The thought lodged in her brain—he was a man who didn’t enjoy inflicting pain except in the most pleasurable way, and only with permission.
She placed her hands flat against the tiles in front of her and spread her legs. Did he have lube? Did he normally carry it around with him?
The shower door opened behind her then seconds later closed again. In a moment she had the answer to her question.
“Just want you to know I came prepared for anything and everything for our night on the lake.” He gave a soft laugh. “We may not be on the lake but we’ve got plenty of water. We can play make believe.” He kissed her shoulder. “Only thank God this part is real.”
Spreading the cheeks of her ass with one hand, he applied cool gel to her anus with the other, spreading it around the opening before sliding his well-greased finger into her wet, swollen flesh. He stroked her inner tissues lightly before adding a second digit, stretching her with slow, easy movements.
As he thrust deeper into her clenching channel, he slipped his other hand around her hip and down to find her aching clit again. The dual stimulation drove her crazy. She wanted him in her body now. Right now. She wanted his cock in her pussy while he continued to push her higher toward the peak of ecstasy.
And then she felt the tip of his shaft against her anus. With great care he eased inside. Her breath caught in her throat as he filled her completely, heat surging through her like an uncontrolled wildfire. His clever touch kept her on the edge as he rocked into her again and again, tantalizing, teasing. Promising.
It affected him, too, his breathing ragged as he tightened his hand on her hip while manipulating her clit faster and harder. The orgasm broke over her at the moment he stiffened and joined her with his own release. Her legs were like jelly and her brain had turned to fuzz. He banded one arm around her, bracing the other hand on the wall, and she didn’t know if he was holding her up or both of them.
Finally he drew in a deep breath and let it out slowly. Kissed her neck, her cheek, the shell of her ear. “I think we’d better get out of the shower,” he muttered. ”Before the hotel charges us for excessive use of hot water.”
She almost didn’t have the energy to laugh. “Okay, but will someone carry us to bed?”
“I guess I could call a bellman,” he teased.
Managing to push off the wall, she stood upright and turned to face him. She threw her arms around his neck, using him for leverage.
“He might expect an extra tip. I think we can fumble around enough to soap ourselves and rinse off. But then I’m falling onto the bed and I don’t plan to wake up until tomorrow.”
They cleaned each other with careful strokes, their touches tender without any sexual overtones. Chelsea had to believe Alec was as drained as she was. Satisfyingly so. But they touched each other with an affection that had grown throughout the night. An emotion that bloomed in the heat of their explosive sex. One she didn’t think either of them wanted to identify yet. Although he hadn’t said anything, she got the feeling he carried as much relationship baggage as she did.
Alec turned off the shower, helped her out onto the mat and wrapped the big towels around them fresh from the warming bar. Where he found the strength she didn’t know, but he lifted her in his arms and carried her into the bedroom. In seconds the towels were on the floor and they were under the covers, spooned together, skin to skin. He casually draped one leg over her thigh and snaked a hand under her arm to cup a breast.
“Chelsea?” Fatigue softened his voice and made it drowsy.
“Hmm?”
“It’s already tomorrow.”
She smiled, curved her body more deeply into his warmth and fell asleep.
Chapter Four
They’d left the drapes open since no one could see in their room. They’d watched the falling snow the night before, but bright sunlight streamed in, pricking at their eyelids like hot toothpicks.
“Ouch.” Alec shifted to throw a forearm over his eyes.
Chelsea groaned and buried her face in the pillow. “Who turned on the lights?” she grumped.
“Mother Nature.” He chuckled. “I’ll turn them off.”
She heard the sound of the drapes closing then the mattress shifted as he climbed back into bed. Wrapping his arms around her, he pulled her close to him, nuzzling her neck with his lips.
“God, you feel good. Smell good, too.” Another chuckle. “And taste good. Everywhere.”
“You, too.” She could stay like that forever. “Let’s not get up, okay? Ever.”
He brushed the hair back from her face and stroked his fingers over her cheek. “Sounds like a great idea to me. Think they’d rent us this suite permanently?”
She turned in his arms. “Oh. Yeah. Forgot about that.”
Tracing the line of his jaw with her fingertips, she loved the bristly feel of his early morning beard and the dark shadow it made on his skin. She shivered slightly imagining it grazing the inside of her thighs. Yup. She loved a man with a lot of hair.
“So what’s your schedule?” he asked. “You said you were job hunting. Do you have appointments to get back to?”
“I only wish. Nothing on the horizon. What about you? Aren’t you scheduled to fly somewhere?”
Butterflies woke
in her tummy and began beating their wings. So did he think they hit it off? Did he want more of her? Or would he thank her for a pleasant interlude, kiss her goodbye and take off? She had to work hard to push down the hopeful feeling that kept trying to surface. She didn’t want to set herself up for another disappointment.
Still, last night had been so great, in a lot of ways….
“Not yet. I had some vacation time coming so I took a few days.” He grinned. “High hopes. If my one-night stand and I hit it off, I thought we could stretch it out to more than one night.”
“A penny for them,” he murmured against her ear. He stroked a lazy hand over her back and the curve of her ass, his hand warm on her skin.
She frowned. “What?”
“Your thoughts. You look like they’re pretty deep.”
“Oh. Yeah. Just wondering. You know.”
He tensed. “How to say thanks and goodbye?”
Okay, Chelsea, put your foot in your mouth. Take one more chance.
“Actually, trying to figure out how to ask you if you wanted us to spend some more time together. I mean, for the next little while since neither of us have any obligations.”
Tightening his arms around her, he said, “Funny, I had similar thoughts.”
Her smile stretched her cheeks. “I’m so glad. I was afraid—”
“Shh.” He pressed his fingers against her lips. “I think we’re both wounded warriors in the battle of the sexes. Let’s make this a fresh start, okay?”
“I’d really like that.”
Before he could say any more his cell phone beeped. Reaching over her to the nightstand, he picked it up and glanced at the screen. “An email from Madame Eve.”
“Really? She probably knows about the storm and everything. Especially when we didn’t show up in Portland.”
“Let’s take a look.” He tapped the email to open it and his eyes widened.
“What does it say?”
“Here. Read it with me.”
Dear Alec,
I apologize for the weather, but some things are just beyond my control. I know that neither you nor your date made it to the cabin on the lake. I’m sad because I think the two of you would be so well suited to each other. To make up for it, the cabin is yours for two nights, rather than one. I will contact your chosen companion and present her with the same offer. If this is acceptable, please respond as quickly as possible.
Cordially,
Madame Eve.
Chelsea hopped out of bed and retrieved her phone from her purse. She’d shut it down the night before. Scrolling through the messages, she found she’d received an identical offer.
“Yup. I got one, too.”
“Holy shit!” Alec grinned at her. “Well, then. What do you say?”
She jumped into the bed and threw herself at him. “I say yes. Definitely, most assuredly, a big, fat yes!”
He hugged her then shifted them so he could look directly into her eyes again. “Chelsea, maybe I’m getting ahead of myself here, but if things keep working out at the lake the way they did last night, would you consider coming to Texas to look for a job?”
Would she? Nothing stood in her way. It would be a fresh start. New job. New man. New life.
“That’s another big, fat yes, mister.”
“Okay. Let’s email Madame Eve and take her up on it.” He kissed her then, a deep, hot kiss, thrusting his tongue into her mouth and roaming his hands over her body. Finally, he pulled away and grinned. “But not before we say good morning properly.”
~ABOUT THE AUTHOR~
Desiree Holt’s writing is flavored with the rich experiences of her life, including a long stretch in the music business representing every kind of artist from country singer to heavy metal rock bands. For several years she also ran her own public relations agency handling any client that interested her, many of whom might recognize themselves in the pages of her stories. She is twice a finalist for an EPIC E-Book Award, a nominee for a Romantic Times Reviewers Choice Award, winner of the first 5 Heart Sweetheart of the Year Award at The Romance Studio as well as twice a CAPA Award for best BDSM book of the year, winner of the Holt Medallion, multiple winner of the Whipped Cream Book of the Week Award and is published by five different houses. Romance Junkies said of her work: “Desiree Holt is the most amazing erotica author of our time and each story is more fulfilling then the last.”
You can visit Desiree at:
www.desireeholt.com
Joy Ride
Emma, the good girl poster child, is running from a life she suddenly sees as gray and suffocating—a life where she’s successfully buried all her hopes and secret dreams. Until the night she wanders into Aftershock and is immediately drawn to the hot bass player. The electricity of his performance, the powerful music he coaxes from his guitar, the heavy vibration of each note reaches out to something deep inside her and wakes an Emma she didn’t even know existed.
Marc doesn’t much care for the groupies who hang around the band. He needs a woman he can create a future with that’s a counterpoint to the craziness of the rock music business. When he sees Emma for the first time, something inside him cracks wide open. Just one sizzling glance between them, and he’s sure he’s found the woman to complete his life.
But as the relationship grows, there’s a huge stumbling block: Emma won’t tell him her name. The sex is fabulous but he wants more…. Although Emma is finally finding her true self, her fear of everything falling apart builds a barrier she can’t seem to cross. Marc is taking her on the joy ride of her life, but will her own insecurities destroy everything?
Overnight Sensation
At the end of a long, hard week, Abbie Lawlor’s feet hurt, her head ached and she just wanted one cosmos with her best friend, then home to soak in the tub. She sure wasn’t looking to hook up with anyone. Her luck with men was worse than bad. Too bad with visitors flooding San Antonio, the bar at The Menger Hotel was so jammed a sheet of paper would barely fit between two people. So when Sam Burdette ended up pressed against her, she felt every detail of his big, hard body.
The heat that flared between them could have set fire to everyone in the bar. But it was the invisible link that occurs between Dom and sub that made Abbie forget all about her aches and pains. Letting the very sexy Texas Ranger coax her out of the bar and up to his room for some very off the wall sex could turn a casual “Hello” into an overnight sensation.
Contents
Title page
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
~ABOUT THE AUTHOR~