Hotshot (11 page)

“Yes?”

“Make love to me. Give me something I’ve dreamed about for years. Prove to me this is real.”

His eyes grow wide and transform into the most exotic shade of honey as they pierce into mine. The little bit of air between us starts to sizzle with sexual desire. My breathing picks up as he searches my face for any sign of uncertainty. I know he wanted to take this part of our relationship slow, but I don’t want to wait.

He skims his hand down my neck and across my collarbone, stopping at the strap of my tank.

“No going back.”

“I don’t want to go back. I want you.”

He leans in, running his tongue around my lips. I part them, stroking my own tongue against his teasingly. He takes his time kissing me lazily then changes his tune, going deeper, possessing me with every swirl until my head is swimming in lust.

In the last thirty-six hours, I’ve kissed this man more than anyone in my life. This kiss is different. I feel the meaning deep in my soul. He’s telling me everything I want to hear without words.

This is it. We’re crossing into territory we can never return from.

His hand travels down to the hem of my shirt and slides underneath, making contact with my skin. Desire and anticipation flow through my veins. I groan into his mouth when he finally runs his thumb over my aching nipple. I arch into him, sliding my foot up his leg and around his waist, forcing his hips into mine.

It’s his turn to moan when his hard erection brushes against my center. Desire turns into a searing need, and I move my hand slowly down his firm chest and torso, sliding directly into his pants. My fingertips graze over his head, scraping my nails gently.

He’s so smooth and thick, scorching hot against my palm. I try to adjust so my hand can grip his entire length, but it’s impossible. His own hand moves to the other side of my chest, rolling my nipple between his fingers. I pump him up and down, feeling a touch of moisture.

“If you do that again, I’ll fucking come before I even get inside you,” he growls, tearing away.

I freeze when he lowers his face. His eyes have turned the most startling shade of topaz I’ve ever seen. And they’re singeing a hole into me.

In a flash, he twists us both, and I have no choice but to release him when he tears my tank top over my head. Instantly, his mouth covers a nipple, and he sucks hard, the stubble on his face scraping against the sensitive skin in a deliciously erotic way. Part of me wants to enjoy every single nip and lick, memorize the way he lavishes my chest. But the other part of me needs more, so much more, as my blood sears through my veins.

“More,” spills out on a ragged breath.

Without breaking the connection, he bends on his knees and pushes my shorts down my legs until they’re gone. I grip his shoulders as the cool air hits my overheated skin. He touches my hips and stops moving, lifting up to look at me. I’m completely naked and exposed, lying under him.

“Fucking perfection.” There’s an appreciation in his tone that’s new.

The energy in the room changes again as he lowers himself, kissing and nipping along my skin, until he gets to my thighs. He sucks lightly on the inside of one leg, and I whimper. When he spreads my legs and swipes his tongue along my center, I arch into him, crying out at the sensation. He licks me in an agonizingly slow pace, driving me wild.

I’ve had very few lovers, and none of them have ever taken this time with me. No one has ever tried to pleasure me this way. The feeling is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. It’s intoxicating and addictive.

His teeth graze across my clit, and I twist, my hands gripping his scalp. He moves back and uses only the tip of his tongue then thrusts in, sucking at the same time. His mouth repeats the motion, over and over, until I’m panting. Every nerve ending in my body is sizzling.

Electric heat travels down my spine, my stomach coiling tight. He grazes my clit once more, and I explode, screaming his name. He doesn’t stop, sliding one finger into me, and I come again, my vision going spotty. Waves of pleasure continue to roll through my body.

I want to cry when he moves away, but my eyes stay closed as my body quivers from the most intense orgasms of my life. I faintly hear rustling and feel Shaw’s body come back over mine, covering me, skin to skin.

His cock twitches against my stomach, and when I open my eyes, he lowers himself to my neck.

“One day very soon, I’m going to spend the entire night licking you. I’ll fuck you with my tongue until you beg me to stop. That was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life. But I’m a greedy bastard and can’t wait another second to get inside you.”

I lower my eyes and see he’s rolled on a condom and is now positioned perfectly between my legs. Even with my mind still hazy, I shiver in excitement.

“Tell me this is still okay, Bizzy.”

“I want you.” My arms and legs circle around him, opening myself completely.

He slides in gently, his eyes locked with mine. Inch by inch, he sinks into me, and I fight not to clench down. I force myself to focus because I have to remember this moment forever. He stops, lowering himself to his elbows, and cradles my head, kissing me tenderly.

“You okay?”

“Yes,” I whisper, wanting all of him.

His hips jerk, entering me all the way. I cry out at the invasion, immediately feeling him everywhere in my body. He freezes, concern etched on his face.

“I’m okay, I swear. Give me a second.”

As soon as the words are out of my mouth, I relax and adjust to him, my muscles contracting around his thickness. He hisses and a groan rumbles from his chest.

“You’re so fucking tight. Jesus, it’s like heaven.”

He starts to move, slowly at first, then picks up speed, surging in and out. I squeeze my legs around his waist, throwing my head back as each thrust hits me so deep I can’t stop the noises escaping. Every movement causes a ripple of pleasure so intense, I struggle to hold on.

My release builds again, and I moan, swiveling my hips to his.

“Oh fuck, baby, tell me you’re close.”

“God, yes.”

Two things happen at once. Somehow, he balances on one elbow and moves his free hand to my chest, pinching my nipple. At the same time, he puts his mouth to my neck and bites down lightly, leaving a small sting.

I scream as I shatter around him, barely hearing him growl as he plunges deep and stills, his cock pulsing inside me.

There are no words as he starts to glide gently, both of our chests beating together. My legs unclasp and loosen around his waist, but I can’t let go.

“I’m ruined. Fucking ruined,” he mumbles into my ear.

“Pretty sure I am, too,” I breathe out.

We stay connected for a while, his head cradled in my neck, while I draw lazy patterns on his back.

“Baby, you’re making me hard again.” He shuffles his hips. “I need to get rid of this condom.”

“Okay.”

His lips move over mine as he rolls away, and I almost cry at the loss of his body heat. “Round two will be much slower than round one. Get ready.”

He gives me a seductive grin and disappears into the bathroom.

I do an all over body-tremble, ready for round two…and three…

“Are you sure you don’t want me to take you somewhere special for dinner?” Shaw nibbles on my ear, tightening his hold around my stomach.

“You know that would require we get dressed.” I motion to myself, only wearing his t-shirt.

“Fuck that idea. We’ll order room service.”

“Nicky’s game starts in an hour,” I remind him.

“For the first time in my life, I don’t give a shit about Nick’s game.”

“Shaw! He’d be crushed.”

“Not if he knew what I was doing. He’d totally understand.”

“Well, I can’t miss it. He’ll kill me… and you.”

“So, I had a ton of plans scheduled for you today, and we missed them all. Spa, shopping, complete pampering. Sorry I ruined them.”

“I told you before, I didn’t want to leave the suite. It’s been quite relaxing.” I brush my hand over his shorts and between his hipbones, growing confident when his cock thickens under my touch.

“Bizzy,” he growls, grabbing my hand and cupping himself. “See what you do to me?”

“Oh yeah, I like what I do to you.”

“Pretty sure I need to run to the store for more condoms.”

“Ugh,” I huff and throw myself across his lap. “For a man who had a plan, you didn’t plan very well.”

“I didn’t guess this would happen.” He kisses my lips tenderly. “A man can dream, but he can never dream this.”

“I’m still wondering how this happened,” I mutter softly against his mouth.

“This happened because a cocky bastard, who never thought this was possible, finally opened his eyes and noticed the woman of his dreams was right in front of him.”

I go still, his words seeping into my body. “For such a strong, demanding, and powerful businessman, you sure are sweet.”

“Only with you, baby. From this day forward, only with you.”

I reach up and seal my lips to his again, soaking in the gravity of the moment. The air starts to heat with sexual tension when I run my foot along his thigh and under the leg of his shorts.

“Biz,” he says into my mouth, “condoms.”

“I’m on the pill. I know it sounds cliché… but I feel safe with you.”

He stills and lifts up, his eyes roaming my face. “You are safe with me, always. Are you sure?”

I nod, running my hands through his hair, and feel the most confident I ever have in my life. “Yes, I trust you.”

He has us both naked in under a minute, kissing every inch of skin his mouth touches. I moan, unashamed, when he slides into me for the first time without any barriers. He goes slow, tilting my hips and sinking deep, then drops his forehead to mine.

“I’m never letting you go,” is the last thing he says before shattering my world apart.

Over and over again.

Shaw

“It’s so beautiful. I’m sad we’re leaving.” Bizzy sips her coffee, staring at the ocean from the balcony. There are a few early morning walkers and surfers on the beach, but otherwise, it’s pretty empty. She sighs wearily and places her cup on the table between us.

Without knowing it, she’s given me the open door to discuss something that’s been on my mind since we woke up on Saturday morning. Sleeping next to her each night, seeing her face first thing every morning, has become a habit I don’t want to break. Not to mention the fact that I have all access to her body. Now that I know what it feels like to sink deep into her anytime, it’s not something I’m willing to give up.

Ever.

I go over to her, pulling her gently out of her chair and into me. My hands move to her lower waist, settling on her hips. She drapes her arms around my shoulders and looks at me with her eyes full of sadness. A burst of pain hits me square in the chest at the sight.

“You know I have a very similar view from my balcony at home. We could have mornings like this every day.”

Her eyes scrunch until the reality of what I’ve said washes over her. She drops her arms and stumbles back, but I don’t let her go far, dropping my hands to her ass and steadying her.

“You aren’t suggesting—”

“I could be.”

“You can’t be serious.”

“Before you let your imagination run wild, hear me out. I’ve thought this through, and when we get back to Miami, it’s going to suck getting back into our routines. I work days and you work nights, but the nights you aren’t working, I want you in my bed. If you’ll give me that, I promise coffee service on the balcony each morning you’re there.”

Her lips tip up in a sexy grin as she lifts up on her toes, running her mouth along mine. “Coffee service, huh? You’re going to bribe me with coffee on your balcony?”

She wiggles against me, and my cock instantly hardens. “Did you hear the part about waking up in my bed?”

“Mmmhmm.” She nips lightly along my jawline.

“So you know that means you’ll also be naked, with me deep, deep inside you.”

“That sounds tempting. What else?” Her lips move to kiss the corners of my mouth, and she swivels her hips into mine.

I clasp her tighter, stopping her movements before I lose control. “My dick is throbbing, begging for release. If you don’t stop, I’m going to bend you over this balcony, and we’ll miss our flight.”