He let her explore for a little while, but when his eyelids fell to half-mast, he cut her forays short with a searing kiss. She melted against him, and her sigh turned to a moan when he guided her down onto his cock. She rocked on top of him, not bothering to replicate the wildness of their earlier coming together. This would happen slowly. She would savor every moment.
He moved beneath her, each thrust angled perfectly to rub against the place that drove her crazy. Before long, a light sheen of sweat covered his body, and they both trembled, fighting the inevitable. He caressed every inch of her skin, pausing at her clit to circle and press until she sobbed his name.
The electric sensations he generated converged, a tidal wave insisting on her acquiescence. She couldn’t hold it off any longer. With a long cry, she came. Her pussy contracted hard, and he followed her over that cliff, shouting her name the entire time. He pulled her down and held her tight against him.
As they rushed around the place packing up the few things they had brought, Mia made some promises to herself. One: she would not let Kaelen know she’d spend the rest of her life fantasizing about him. Two: in her very next fantasy, she would be in the Slutty Boss role, and he would star in the role of Naked Assistant. Three: she was taking home the big purple vibrator he had used on her. No way in hell he was going to use that powerful piece of equipment on some other woman. She had an urge to lock him in a chastity belt so he couldn’t use his equipment on other women either.
She straightened up the papers on the desk. The yellow binding of his paper caught her attention again. Though she really didn’t have the time, she flipped it open and read the first paragraph.
When he snatched it out of her hands, she was on the second page. She tried to grab it back, but he rolled it up and tucked it away in his inside flannel jacket pocket. “Kaelen, you went through all the trouble of bringing it here. You might as well let me read it.”
“This is your vacation. You can’t do homework on vacation. Plus, there’s no point.” He handed her hairbrush over. She’d left it in the bathroom.
“It’s really good. I don’t understand why you would turn in such a huge assignment late.”
“Let it go. Vacation. Relax. Enjoy.” He held the door open for her.
She dug into her jacket pocket for her car keys as she crossed the dormant grass to her car. The sun glinted just above the tree line. “Stubborn asshole.” She stuck her key into the lock. He slammed her door shut before she could open it more than an inch.
He leaned his weight on the car, but he pressed his body against her back. His lips grazed her neck. “Seriously, that’s not a nice thing to call someone who just rocked your world.”
He eased back a little so she could turn around. She inhaled, breathing his scent and striving to remember every detail of this perfect day. Before she could decide whether she wanted to apologize or defend her statement, his mouth closed over hers. He plunged his tongue inside and wrapped his arms around her body, crushing it against his iron muscles. He took, consumed, razed until only the limp shell of who she used to be stood there, trembling in his arms.
She took solace from the fact that he trembled too.
“I have a flight to catch. I’ll see you Monday.”
And just like that, he was gone. She watched his car disappear down the long driveway and tamped down the complex mixture of feelings that made her want to chase after him and beg him to not leave.
Kaelen forced himself to focus on the road ahead. Two days and nights in a resort with a sandy beach outside awaited him. Two days to soak up the sun, do some windsurfing, and troll the tourist traps for some cheap souvenirs to give his parents and his little sister. Two nights alone in bed wishing Mia was sleeping next to him.
After a layover in Atlanta where he couldn’t locate a place comfortable enough to stretch his legs, he was too exhausted to care about anything but finding a bed. A taxi met him at the airport in what he thought was supposed to be Bermuda, but was actually a resort on a private island, and took him to the hotel.
Check-in went off without a hitch, and his eyes were almost closed by the time he rolled his suitcase out of the elevator. Finding the room wasn’t difficult, and thankfully the key card worked on the first try. He planned to flop onto the bed and fall asleep without even taking off his shoes, but a scream woke him up.
The lights in the room came on, and a woman crouched on the other side of the bed. Mia.
Shock rendered him speechless. She gathered her wits much faster. “What the hell are you doing here?”
She wore a silky nightgown with thin straps to hold it up. It came down to the middle of her thigh, and he had an urge to know whether she had matching panties. With her hair tousled and that feisty look on her face, she was an erotic vision in pink.