He didn’t look away from her for even a moment. “Okay.” His answer was quiet, measured. As if she’d invited him to do nothing more than take a walk.
“I’m all in. No holds barred,” she added, watching intently for any kind of reaction. “But only for the one night. Tonight. You understand?”
He nodded.
She’d half expected him to throw her over his shoulder and carry her off to his room like a barbarian. When he didn’t even blink, she was disappointed. “My shift is finished now by the way.”
Why wasn’t he dragging her back to his villa immediately to have his way with her? She wanted that. Only it seemed he didn’t. He just settled himself more comfortably at the bar and watched the band for a moment. A tantalizing crease by the side of his mouth as if he were almost smiling.
“So you’re just going to sit there and do nothing?”
He glanced at her. “I’m savoring the moment.”
She wanted to move. “Haven’t you waited long enough?”
“You feel you have?”
Hell yes.
He actually smiled at her. “I see no need to rush now the decision has been made.”
Luisa stared at him. He had to be joking. “You heard me, right? One night only. This is it, the clock’s ticking.”
“I heard you.”
“How long did you say it’s been? Over a year?” she asked him incredulously.
“So what’s another hour or so?” He grinned at her.
An hour? He was going to make her wait an hour?
She turned and walked out of the bar. Jerk. She’d finally given in and he was going to do that?
He caught up to her on the beach. Grabbing her hand he swung her around to face the direction of his villa, rather than her staff accommodation block.
“Stop.”
“Let me go asshole.” She tugged free. “You had your chance.”
“Calm down, Luisa. I’m sorry. We’ll go now.”
“Don’t play with me,” she growled at him.
“But that’s why I came all this way,” he actually laughed. “To play with you. You’re my vacation. First I’ve had in years. Is it so awful of me to make the most of every sweet moment?” He cupped her face in his hands. “This is a sweet moment for me. Let me have it.”
“I just said I’ll let you have more. The rest of me.”
“And I don’t want it over too quickly. I refuse to let that happen. One night? Then let me make the most of each stage. Let me.”
She met his steely gaze. “Okay.” She stepped back from his hold. “Okay then, fine. Take your time.”
He nodded and looked across at the dark beach for a moment. She saw him draw in a long breath. Then he took her hand again. “I’m ready now.”
She began to laugh. “I should have ordered a dessert and taken my time licking the damn spoon.”
“And it’d be no less then I deserve.” He pulled her to him. “Lick me instead.”
Dear heaven he was blunt. “You’re just not afraid of anything are you?” She let him entwine her fingers in his and walked with him to his villa. “Not a damn thing.”
“Actually I’m shit scared of a lot of stuff. That’s how I survive. If you’re not scared, you don’t have your wits about you and that’s when you make stupid mistakes. Fear is what keeps me alive.”
“A lot of stress isn’t good for you.” Already she worried about him. The places he must go. The risks he’d take to find some of those poor people.
“Then help me relax.”
She smiled. “Your mind is stuck on that one track.”
“So’s yours. So let’s race.”
Inside the villa he switched on the lamp on the low bedside table. It cast a soft glow in the room, but Luisa rubbed her arms, unusually feeling chilled.
He watched her movement, a small smile tempering his serious expression. “I’m not so arrogant to think I can fix anything for anybody, but you can trust me to give you a good time, Luisa.”
“I know. You’ve already given me a good time.” Two days ago.
“Sweetheart, that was nothing.” He walked over to stand in front of where she waited in the middle of the room.
“I trust you.” She cocked her head and tried to brace her trembling legs. “But do you trust me? You’re so controlled. So silent. So sure,” she said. “You don’t ever want to give up that control, do you?”
“Sometimes I do.” He smiled. “You want me to prove it?”
She did. The thought of him in her charge and out of control turned her on.
“Is that how we’re starting this?” He chuckled and whisked off his tee. “No hardship.” He ran his hand down his chest. “But if I do, then you have to too. I’m not going to be the porn show for a voyeur. You have to participate, then reciprocate. My loss of control, followed by yours.”
She swallowed. “You’ve already seen me.”
“I’ve seen hardly anything.”
Luisa stared at him, inwardly debating. The guy wanted everything. But he didn’t dare her or call her on it. He just waited—his deal on the table.
She rolled her eyes. “It’s just sex, right?”
“Not quite. No penetration. Not right away. Just play.”
“You’re really serious about making the most of every stage,” she almost groaned.
“Uh huh. You can go without sleep for a night, right? There’s no time for sleep if this is just the one night.”
“I can handle that.” She stepped closer to him. “What would you like me to do?”
“That’s up to you.”
“No guidance?”
“You’re the one who wants to be in control of me.”
The idea did appeal. She unfastened his shorts and tugged them down. He helped, stepping out of them. He was naked, aroused, the most gorgeous person she’d ever seen. But she was oddly nervous. She gripped him, unable to resist going straight for the kill. She placed her other hand on his chest, feeling his hot, solid strength. Her legs weakened as she looked into his eyes, she wanted to win this one.
“If I’d wanted
a professional I’d go pay for one,” he said roughly.
She squeezed harder than she usually would, then released him. “What do you want?” she demanded angrily hurt.
“For you to be engaged. You to be turned on—”
Her jaw dropped. Because she was so desperate—
“And showing it,” he added quickly. “Stop thinking. Stop trying to please me and be perfect. Just be yourself.”
So much for her being the one in control. She looked up into his face and pushed past the ache in her heart. “You made me feel so good the other day. I don’t want to be a disappointment,” she muttered rawly. “You’ve wanted this for a while. I might not live up to the fantasy.”
“Like how guys don’t live up to yours?”
She shrugged. “I don’t want that…”
“Did I live up to your fantasy?” he asked bluntly, but that small smile reappeared and it was devastating.
“You were better.”
“You’re already better than any of my fantasies. Just by being here,” he reassured her roughly. “It’s not gonna be a problem Luisa. Relax and just touch me however you want to touch me. Wherever. However.” He kissed her. “And remember we have all night.”
Yeah but now that didn’t seem anywhere long enough. But she was losing track of her stupid thoughts and worries the more he kissed her. He was an insanely good kisser. She loved the way he teased her with his tongue, invading with little flickers of temptation. She nipped back in response, needing him to linger so she could suck on him. That’s what she really wanted to do.
Finally feeling hot, she stepped back and pulled off her tee. Turning to toss it, she spotted a freestanding full length mirror in the corner. She smiled as she turned back to face Hunter. The mirror might be useful.
She pulled his head down so she could kiss him some more—this time forcefully sucking on his tongue, letting him know just what she had planned for that other part of him once she’d made her way—slowly—further south. Because now she wanted to take her time, now she was ready. And ravenous. He was right, this should be savored. She wanted to let herself enjoy every luscious lick she had of him. She lowered down his body, enjoying touching him, tasting his masculinity, his warmth, until she got to where she really wanted to be—on her knees, sucking him whole, cupping his heavy balls in her hand. She heard his muffled groan and suddenly remembered the mirror behind her. With her free hand she rucked up her skirt so the hem was right up to her hips.