“You could’ve,” I breathed, my eyes closing. “Elaine never came back.”
“Patrick’s a lucky bastard,” he said. But I paused. My expression caused him to laugh. “I only mean he has no reason to hesitate.”
“And you do?”
That stopped his progress. He looked into my eyes for a moment, not speaking. Then he said softly. “Everything you’ve done tells me I do.”
I bit my lip looking down. He was right. I’d been secretive and distant, putting up boundaries around questions we couldn’t ask, paths we couldn’t follow. Even if he didn’t know why, he knew I was hiding something, and it was something big enough that no amount of fantastic sex could break down the wall.
“We only have one more day,” I said. “Can we stay off that path just a few more hours?”
He nodded. “Of course.”
I kissed his lips once more, then I stood and spread out my towel on the second lounger in the sun. Lying back with my aviators on, I took a deep breath. I lifted the glass and took a drink, cooling the fire he’d lit under my skin.
The sun was hot, but it felt good to me. The constant breeze kept it from being unbearable.
“I’m getting in for a bit,” he said, and I watched him walk to the pool, his perfect physique turning many heads.
How had I managed to capture his affection? How long could I hold onto it outside this secret oasis in the desert? My situation wasn’t forever. Would it be possible to find him once my problems were resolved? Was it realistic to think he might still be available? Waiting for me? Asking him to do so would mean having to explain why, and considering his line of work, that would open a whole kettle of complicated fish.
My eyes squeezed shut, and I lay my head back. I could only conquer one problem at a time. Getting back, I would put my plans in motion, then once everything was complete, perhaps I could pay a visit to the Alexander offices in Princeton. It was a short drive, and if he was as well-known as Elaine said, he should be easy to find.
I took another long sip, finishing my glass, and when I looked up, Derek was headed back in my direction. He was dripping from the pool again and looking so sexy. Without his sunglasses, I could see his eyes travel from my toes, up my calves to my thighs, to my breasts where they lingered before meeting my eyes. The dark blue hadn’t faded, and the closer he got, the more I wanted to satisfy his hunger. He sat on his lounger facing me.
“I thought that would cool me,” he said.
“Did it?” I asked, studying his expression.
“No.” His eyes traveled down my body again.
“What can we do about that?”
At that opening, his eyes snapped back to mine. “My room’s the closest.”
Without another word, I sat up and slid my cover-up back over my shoulders. His brow relaxed, and he grabbed his shirt off the top of the chair. I picked up my bag and followed him past the rows of sunbathers, admiring the movement of his firm butt as he walked. Every step flexed a different muscle, and I grew tense with anticipation the closer we got to the elevators.
I hoped we’d have the space to ourselves, but no such luck. An elderly patron boarded the lift with us as we made our way to the second floor. It was probably for the best. We might not have made it to our destination otherwise. Room 213 wasn’t too far down the hall. I watched as he slid his door key quickly in and out of the silver box, the tension of waiting those final seconds taunted my desire for him.
The door closed behind us, I dropped my bag, and he turned, lifting me against him and bruising my mouth with kisses. My arms were wrapped tightly around his neck, my mouth open and eager to meet his. Tongues collided, and he walked, carrying me to the king-sized bed filling the room. I felt him drop to his knees and opened my eyes as he slid me back on the amazingly soft white linens.
I helped, easing myself to the center, but he stayed at the side, reaching forward and taking hold of my bikini bottoms. In one quick pull they were off. His smile was hungry, and he caught the backs of my knees, pulling my wet opening to his mouth. My head dropped back, and I moaned deeply as his warm tongue slowly circled the little spot that drove me wild. It was hot and gentle then rough and sucking. My hips followed his movements, and when his beard scuffed my skin, I flinched, thrilled by the added sensation. My muscles were so tight, and the little noises he loved were coming from my throat. In two more little pulls, his mouth covering my clit, I was flying. His fingers slipped inside me, and he groaned.
“You’re so wet,” he said, kissing the inside of my thigh.
“I want you so bad,” I moaned. “Please… Don’t make me beg.”
He stood up fast, slipping down his shorts, and for the first time I saw his enormous cock before it entered me fully erect.
“Oh, god,” I hissed, reaching out to wrap my fingers around him. “You’re huge.”
His lids drooped as m
y hand slid down his considerable length and then back up it. I couldn’t resist. I put the tip into my mouth and sucked. I couldn’t take him all in, he was far too big, but I ran my tongue around him, teasing his ridges, enjoying his sharp intake of breath followed by his low moans. I pulled his tip in and out, sucking and taunting him with my tongue, pulsing my hand up and down his shaft. His hips rocked slightly as he made a low groan, gently touching my cheek. After only a few moments, he caught my hair and held my face back.
“I need to be inside you now.” One glance at the large muscle I’d been playing with told me why. A tiny white drop escaped his slit, and I shivered knowing what that meant.
Quickly unfastening my bikini top, I moved back just as he joined me, pulling me down and filling me with his size.