as he abandoned her clit but continued to suckle at her sensitive nipple.
‘Stop…please.’ She lay boneless, her head swimming.
He pulled back, releasing her from his wicked mouth and pursing his swollen lips to blow a stream of air over her wet, puckered nipple. He smiled. A predatory kind of smile. If she’d had any energy she’d have clawed back command of the situation. But she could only watch as he crawled over her, his lips grazing a path from her ribs across her belly and to the tops of her thighs.
He held her open, kissing first one thigh and then the other before staring at her sex with uninhibited candour and blowing cool air over her wet lips.
‘Alex…’ He’d completely disarmed her. And he still hadn’t given her what she’d asked for. This was her game. Her rules.
With a lazy smile he kissed one thigh again and then climbed from the bed. His muscular ass flexed as he strode to the nightstand. Amazed that she had any hormones left, Libby licked her lips. The clench of his buttocks and the jut of his thick, proud cock was enough to create an impressive second wind.
What was happening to her? She should leave. Show him she was still in control here. But she craved him inside her as much as she enjoyed her power over their liaison. Shoving away doubts, and the sting of memories, she focussed on him, compelling her breathing into a deep, regular pattern.
He returned to the bedside, his bold gaze on her as he tore open a condom packet with his teeth and rolled the latex down his length with practised, single-handed skill.
‘Come here.’
He held out his hand and Libby moved to the edge of the bed before him. He pushed her back until she rested on her elbows and then leaned over her, cupping her face in both hands and kissing her with a passion that stole her sanity and sent fresh spasms through her pelvis. Pulling back, he splayed his large hands on her thighs, slowly easing her open, his gaze darting between her face and her exposed sex.
The way he looked at her… As if he was seconds away from devouring her whole. And that was exactly how she felt. Consumed. His stare alone took her there.
‘I’m going to fuck you now. That’s what you want?’
She nodded, her blood boiling, any snarky retort lost behind her paralysed tongue. If she’d thought businessman, philanthropic, surfer dude Alex was hot, this determined, focussed man scorched the flesh from her bones.
He leaned over her, jaw rigid, and locked his arms either side of her head. Libby lay back, shifting her hips to the edge of the bed. He looked down between their bodies, his bottom lip caught between his teeth. With one hand he gripped the base of his magnificent cock and angled the tip at her entrance. Slowly his gaze locked with hers, and with the scent of sex wafting up between them, carried on a wave of body heat, he pushed inside her.
‘Alex—’
His mouth stole her words, his kiss searing as he stretched her, working his way in to the hilt. She whimpered, her nails raking his flanks and her calves pressed to his glorious backside, encouraging him all the way in.
Pulling back from the kiss, he removed her hands from his back, one by one, and his fingers slotted between hers as he pressed their joined hands into the mattress beside her head. Staring down at her, he began to move. Slowly at first, letting her body grow accustomed to him. But then he clenched his jaw and picked up the pace.
Libby closed her eyes—and then slammed them open again, unwilling to miss one second of seeing him stretched above her, his face contorted with pleasure and beads of sweat gathering at his hairline. This time he’d come. She’d make him come.
With every pummelling stroke he shunted her on the bed, the edge of the mattress providing a landing place for the force of his thrusts.
‘Libby…’ His eyes widened, nostrils flaring.
‘What do you want?’ she asked.
She saw the battle in him, and knew she’d give him anything in that moment. Just for the thrill of witnessing his loss of control. The knowledge that she took him there.
He released her hands. ‘Touch your nipples.’
Another command. But she complied, too delirious to care about power play. Her fingers plucked at her breasts, twisting and rolling. Alex watched, his jaw hardening, and a strangled groan rumbled up from his chest.
His hips jerked in a relentless pounding that pushed her closer and closer. When he reached one hand down between them, pressed his thumb down on her clit, she exploded, every muscle in her body rigid as her internal muscles clung to his pistoning cock.
Alex roared, his head thrown back, neck taut, his hips slamming home one last time.
‘Fuck… Libby…’
He ground against her as his breathing slowed, forcing the last ripples of pleasure from her core.
After long, delirious seconds, he dropped a chaste kiss on her mouth.
Reality surged.
Libby winced as he gripped the base of the condom and withdrew, the slide of him over sensitised tissue bordering on pain. Allowing herself one last indulgence, she watched him saunter to the en-suite bathroom, his gait a little unsteady.
Despite the tremors and aftershocks jarring her body, Libby flew from the bed, donning her skirt and blouse and stuffing her damp underwear into her bag. She’d never undone her hair, but it had suffered nonetheless. Tucking the wayward strands back into their braid as best she could, she slipped on her jacket just as a still gloriously naked Alex re-entered the room.
He stalled. ‘You’re leaving?’ His sexy, just-fucked features hardened.
‘Yes.’ Shoulders back, as if she was convincing herself.
He raked at his dishevelled hair. ‘And if I wanted you to stay?’
She swallowed, lifting her chin.
She couldn’t stay. She’d wanted a fuck. She’d got what she wanted. It had to be enough.
He understood. His jaw bunched and he looked away with a small nod.
Without another word he tugged on his discarded clothes. The atmosphere in the room that still smelled of the intimacies they’d shared chilled Libby to the bone.
Alex grabbed his keys from the dresser, turning to lance her with his black stare. ‘Will you at least stay in my hotel?’
He shoved his free hand in his front pocket.
Her face burned as if craving the slide of his warm palm. She missed the warmth in his amber eyes. Missed his smile.
Libby nodded. She couldn’t expect him to fly her back to London—not if they had to return here in the morning to put their lives at the mercy of a wicker basket and a giant nylon balloon.
‘I’ll drive you over.’
‘I can live with that.’
