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  “Drink first or dance?” Rick asked, leaning close to her ear so he wouldn’t have to shout.

  “Definitely dance. I need to work off dinner.”

  He pulled her onto the dance floor and they wound their way out into the crowd. The energy there was infectious and Lisa soon found herself immersed in the music, a sexy R&B song that had her swaying her hips back and forth and raising her arms over her head, turning around and laughing so much her sides ached. How long had it been since she’d been out dancing? Too long, just like every other fun thing associated with dating. Because she hardly ever dated.

  Rick was a phenomenal dancer, had a killer rhythm, and knew how to move his body in a way she found incredibly sexy, especially when the music slowed to something hot and sensual and he pulled her into his arms. Their bodies touched in all the intimate places and Lisa lost herself in the music, in Rick, in the way she felt in his embrace. She focused her attention on his hips rocking back and forth with hers, her nipples sliding against his chest, the way his hand pressed against the small of her back, bringing her even closer. She felt his cock against her hip, felt it harden as his eyes turned darker. The room grew suddenly smaller, her breaths shorter, and everyone else fell away but the two of them locked in this dance with no words. And yet the dance expressed everything she wanted to say.

  She suddenly wished they were alone—like right now—because there was a magical spell being woven over her. Rick moved against her, still in control of the dance, but one hand moved up to press against the side of her neck, his fingers tickling the nape as he drew her forward to kiss her. The kiss was light, a soft brushing of his lips against hers. He teased her with the tip of his tongue, no overly dramatic public display of affection, but enough to curl her toes and make her wet. Make her want. She breathed against his lips, letting out a soft sigh.

  She knew he had this entire exciting night planned of dancing at the club, then gambling at the casino, but it wasn’t what she wanted anymore. She just wanted to be alone with him.

  “I want you, Lisa,” he whispered, releasing her mouth and giving her such an intense look it left her shaken.

  Maybe he had changed his mind about what he wanted to do tonight, too.

  She nodded, rested her chin on his shoulder so he could hear her. “This is fun, but would you be terribly disappointed if we left?”

  He leaned back, smiled, and shook his head. “No. Let’s go.”

  He took her hand and led her out the door. Instead of hailing a taxi to take them back to their hotel, he looked down at her feet. “Take off your shoes.”

  She didn’t even ask why, just slipped her heels off and put them in his outstretched hand. He led her down the stone stairs and onto the walkway leading to the beach.

  The night was balmy with just the slightest breeze. It was difficult to see anything at all since there was barely a sliver of moon visible in the sky, but that made her other senses come alive. She smelled the salt spray from the ocean, heard the birds trilling calls as they flew overhead. All the night creatures were out, the human ones content to party at the resort above them. She and Rick were completely alone out there on the beach.

  They walked hand in hand just along the water’s edge, neither of them saying a word. Once they were out of sight of the bright lights of the resort, he pulled her away from the water, trudging over the sand and underneath a rocky overhang, flipping her around so her back brushed the craggy stone.

  His mouth came down over hers in a demanding, passionate kiss that told her without a doubt what he wanted from her. There might have been a part of her that would have objected to sex out here in public, but she was too far gone, too much in need of this man she still wanted so desperately. He lifted one of her legs and draped it over his hip, sliding his fingers under the silky fabric to caress the bare skin of her leg. His touch, the clarity in her mind that he wanted her this much, sent hot shivers across her skin, making her nipples tingle, her clit quiver, because she wanted him with an equal desperation.

  He moved his free hand under her thigh and toward her sex, cupping her, caressing her until she writhed under his touch. He tore the fabric aside and buried his fingers inside her, pumping her with soft, measured strokes. She moaned against his mouth and he kissed her harder, relentless in his pursuit and coaxing an orgasm from her that she had no hope to hold back. She bucked against his hand, reaching down to grasp his wrist and hold him there while she shuddered through the waves of pleasure that swamped her. He kept his mouth planted on hers, his tongue like velvet fire, inducing moans and whimpers and reducing her to a wet, needy mess.

  She finally tore her mouth from his and reached for his face, cupping his cheeks and forcing him to look at her so she could choke out one breathless word in between panting breaths. “More.”

  She barely held on while he reached into his pocket for a condom, unzipped his pants, and positioned himself between her legs. He swept one arm around her back and lifted her. With a loud groan she settled over him, her toes sliding into the sand as she impaled her pussy onto his cock. Ripples of sensation crashed over her, and she let herself drown in them.

  Delicious. Decadent. Hot. Rick pushed her against the rocks as he began to pump between her legs, his movements grinding his shaft against her already raggedly sensitive clit. She had no idea if there were other people walking by. They were enshrouded in pitch darkness, yet she knew she wasn’t being quiet. Not when Rick continued to pound her with relentless, steady thrusts, and her pussy gripped him with tight convulsions. Not when he bent his head low and swept her mouth again with a kiss meant to devastate, to turn her mind to mush.

  Then she didn’t care if they had an audience of hundreds, because she only wanted these amazing sensations to continue, wanted to climb this ladder of torturous pleasure rung by rung with the only man who could do this to her, who could make her feel on fire from her toes to her hair. Only Rick could take her from one climax to the next without even catching her breath, could make her want to die and in the next moment cling to him in ragged desperation and beg him to do it to her again until finally, he groaned, grinding against her with a wild orgasm of his own. She held tight, dragging her nails over his sweat-soaked back as he shuddered against her, pulling his mouth from hers to kiss her jaw, her neck.

  Finally, reality intruded and she realized where they were.

  “I hope there weren’t witnesses,” she said.

  “With cameras,” he added. “I’d hate to end up on some sex site on the Internet.”

  She laughed.

  They fixed their clothes and Lisa swiped her hand over her hair. “My body is still throbbing.”

  “Good,” he said, taking her hand. “Because I’m not finished with you yet. Let’s go back to the room.”

  Nine

  They’d barely shut the door to their suite before Rick turned her around and kissed her again.

  She loved kissing. There were some serious nerve endings in her lips, and every time he pressed his mouth to hers, it sent shock waves directly to her pussy. She wondered if kissing had the same effect on his cock. As he leaned against her, pressing her up against the door while he thoroughly explored her mouth, his cock rocked against her belly, hard and insistent, and she decided that his mouth must be wired the same way—right to his cock.

  Then he shocked the hell out of her by sweeping her up into his arms and carrying her down the hall—so romantic, so sexy—and depositing her on her feet next to the bed.

  “I could have walked,” she said.

  “You make it really difficult to be Prince Charming, you know.” He shrugged out of his jacket and yanked off the tie, then started unbuttoning his shirt.

  What he was doing now was definitely charming. “Sorry. I did enjoy you carrying me. I could get used to it.”

  His lips curled as he reached the last buttons on his shirt and dragged the hem out of his pants. “I like holding you. You feel good.”

  She sat on the bed and held on
to the bed post while he pulled the shirt from his shoulders and cast it aside, then undid his belt and drew down the zipper of his pants. He kicked his shoes off, dropped his pants and then his boxers until he was naked. She was at a decided clothing disadvantage here, since she wouldn’t be able to undress without Rick’s help. Plus, she was kind of mesmerized watching Rick take his clothes off. She’d never realized how sexy it was to see a man strip. She was definitely going to have to pay attention more often when he shucked his clothes.

  “I need help,” she said.

  He came over to her, his cock already semierect, and knelt in front of her. He slid one shoe off. “With your shoes?” he asked, sliding the other one off and holding her foot in his hand, flexing her toes and massaging her foot.

  “Uh, no, but that feels really good.”

  He lifted her foot and kissed the tip of each toe, continuing his oh-so-heavenly massage. He gently laid her foot down, lifted the other, and gave it the same care. He was so tender, making sure to avoid those spots that tickled, that all she was aware of were the spots that made her body tingle to life, that made her pussy swell and warm.

  When he’d finished, he stood and moved between her parted legs. “So what do you need help with?”

  His cock, now fully hard, presented itself at the level of her eyes. Any help with undressing was lost as she reached for him, holding his thick shaft with both hands as she tilted her head back, stroked him, watched his eyes drift half closed. He groaned as she rubbed her fingers over the soft head, swirling her thumb around the pearly liquid gathering there. She lifted her thumb to her mouth to lick off his salty flavor, then bent down and captured the head of his cock between her lips.

  Soft, unlike the rest of him, which was hard and throbbed in her hand. She stroked and sucked him, all the while watching his face, watching his reaction, loving the way his eyes closed, then opened, as if he wanted to savor the pleasure, but wanted to watch, too. And she wanted to give him something to watch. She released her hold on his cock and used her lips to take it into her mouth, inch by inch.

  “Jesus, Lisa,” he said with a soft croak, reaching for her hair, stroking it with his fingers while she licked around his shaft, admiring the way her saliva made it glisten in the half-lit room, then grasped his cock between her lips again, using her mouth and throat to squeeze it all the way back until she had him deep. And oh, she loved capturing him like this, holding him enthralled. It gave her such a sense of power and delight.

  Rick groaned, fisted her hair in his hand, and began to guide her movements, slow and easy at first, then harder. She found it amazing that she could get so turned on by sucking his cock, but she did. Her pussy throbbed and her nipples felt tight and achy as she pulled his cock out of her mouth and licked the underside of his shaft. She was amazingly excited by all this.

  Rick grasped her wrists and leaned back. “Enough or I’ll come in your mouth.”

  She smiled up at him. “That would be nice.”

  His eyes were slits of dark desire. “You’re killing me, Lisa.”

  She liked the harsh, gravelly tone to his voice, that barely leashed control he seemed to possess as he pulled her up to stand, then turned her around so her back was to him.

  “I love this dress,” he said, pressing against her to kiss the nape of her neck. “It’s very sexy.”

  She shivered, her skin popping up goose bumps all over. “I thought you might.”

  He moved closer, his body molded to hers as he cupped her breasts over the silken fabric of her dress. “Your breasts are beautiful in this dress. I like this part,” he said, caressing the upper swells of her breasts where they rose above the fabric of the corset. The reaction of her body was instantaneous, like lightning sizzling through her veins.

  “I want to fuck you while you’re wearing this dress.” He laid his hand on her back and gave her a gentle nudge forward. The front of her thighs hit the mattress and she bent from the waist, planting her hands on the bed. Her ass shifted against his crotch, his hard cock rubbing the soft material of her dress.

  She felt Rick’s hands on her legs, lifting her skirt, his fingers smoothing along her skin to reach under her panties. She quivered at his touch, forcing her legs to stop trembling as he drew her panties down her legs, then off. He used his knee to nudge her legs farther apart, then lifted her dress, draping the skirt over her hips.

  “You have the prettiest ass, Lisa.” He took the globes in his hands, gave them a gentle squeeze, parted them, then slid one hand between her legs to cup her sex.

  She was glad she was holding on to the bed because her knees went weak. The pleasure was incredible, his hand sliding back and forth over her wet, ready sex.

  “Please,” she whispered, biting her lower lip to keep from further begging for his cock.

  “Okay, babe.”

  She heard him get the condom out and then he was back between her legs, his cock spreading her lips apart and sliding in. Her body welcomed him inside with a tight gripping that made her whimper in pleasure.

  Rick grabbed hold of the corset laces on her dress and began to rock against her, slowly at first, then picking up intensity. In this position he could fuck her with deep, penetrating thrusts, filling her, swelling against her, making her insane with pleasure that tore against her normal reserves and made her feel savage, primal, desperate to reach orgasm. She fisted the blanket and bucked back against him, needing more of his cock.

  “Harder,” she said, pushing back again as he thrust forward. He responded by pulling on the laces of her corset, lifting her up against him, arching her back so he could fuck upward into her pussy. With the other hand he turned her jaw, met her halfway so he could take her mouth in a hard, passionate kiss. He moved his hand down the front of her dress, savagely pushing the front of the bodice down to bare her breasts so he could get to her nipples. He circled them with his palm, the roughness a harsh contrast to the softness of her flesh, inflaming her passions to a feverish level.

  “You get wetter when I touch your nipples,” he whispered over her shoulder.

  She could feel it, the sensations both inside and out making her feel crazed and out of control. He pushed her forward again and rode her, driving up hard against her, his balls slapping against her sex as he thrust. She reached between her legs, wanting even more than this, needing to massage the throbbing ache centered at her clit.

  “Fuck. Yes. Make yourself come for me,” Rick said.

  The harsh tone of his command only fueled the flames of her fire even hotter. She rubbed her clit, feeling her pussy tighten like a vise around his cock. The dual action of her own hand and his tunneling cock brought her close to the edge.

  “Rick, I’m going to come.”

  She’d no more gotten the words out than she spiraled out of control, unable to stop the vortex of sensations that hit her as she climaxed. She braced herself on the bed as Rick pushed her hard, then planted his hips against hers, gripping her buttocks as he shuddered against her, and came right after she did with a loud groan and a curse.

  Wiped out, she fell forward onto the mattress and Rick went with her, kissing the back of her sweat-dampened neck before rolling both of them to the side. Still inside her, he continued to stroke her with his cock while he smoothed his hand over her body and kissed her shoulder.

  It had never been like this before. Never. Not such wild, uncontrollable passion, this hard edge that had taken her beyond the point of reason. She was drained, emotionally and physically.

  “Come on,” Rick said, sliding off the bed.

  She went with him, her body on autopilot now. He turned her around and untied the laces of the corset, pulled her dress off and draped it over the chair, then took her by the hand into the bathroom. He turned on the low-level lights so the bathroom was dimly lit, then ran water in the whirlpool tub while she leaned against the counter and yawned, enjoying the steam rising from the tub.

  Rick stepped in first, then held out his hand, holding hers
while she climbed in and settled down in the water. He pulled her against him, her back to his chest, his legs spread so she could sit between them. He hit the jets and warm, frothy water swirled around them.

  Soon, every limb was a lead weight and she dropped her head helplessly against him.

  “I’m going to pass out on you,” she murmured. “I hope you weren’t planning to assault me again.”

  The deep vibration of his laugh rumbled against her back. “I’m sure I could manage . . . somehow . . . to get it up again for you, babe, but only if you force me.”

  She snorted. “Yeah, right. You’re probably already thinking of ways you can fuck me in the bathtub.”

  “Hey, you’re the one who brought up sex in the tub. I’m just trying to relax you.”

  “I am relaxed. Too relaxed. How will I ever adjust to real life again?”

  He reached around her, wrapping his arms under her breasts to pull her closer. “Reality isn’t much different, is it?”

  She tilted her head back to stare up at him. “Are you kidding? This life is too easy. We’ve been living a total fantasy all week.”

  He cocked a brow. “Have we?”

  “Yes. A great vacation filled with hot, sunny days and warm, breezy nights. Lazing about with nothing to do but swim, see the sights, loll about in the water, eat and sleep whenever we want.”

  “Don’t forget all that sex.”

  “Yes. All the sex, too.”

  He continued to stare down at her.

  “What?” she asked.

  “I’m waiting for your point.”

  “Don’t you see?” She shifted around so she faced him, pulling her legs in and crossing them over his. “It’s not reality. None of this has been.”

  “And that’s a bad thing?”

  “No. Yes. I don’t know.” She pulled her hands through her hair. “I’m confused, I guess.”