In Too Deep / Matched. Taryn Belle
long are you staying on Moretta?”
He trailed his hand down her side. “How long do you want me to stay?”
“That’s a dangerous question.”
“Is it?”
“Yes. You might not like my answer.”
“Try me.”
She caught his trailing fingers in her own. “Maybe later. Give me your answer first.”
He sighed. “Sadly, I’m due to return to the rat race on Tuesday. Five days from now. But I’ll need to extend my ticket if I can’t nail down a meeting with the contact I’m here for.”
“Wait. You mean you came here on business, but you don’t even have a meeting lined up?”
“Yeah, I know. Long story. I won’t leave without talking to him, though, whatever it takes.”
“Sounds important.”
“It is. I’ve been trying to track him down for months. We want to add his company to our roster, but he’s pretty elusive. I won’t bore you with the details of mergers and acquisitions—I’ve yet to see your eyes glaze over, but that would be a surefire way to make it happen.”
She nodded slowly. “Okay, so…five days.”
“At the least. When I ordered breakfast, I also took the liberty of asking the hotel to extend my stay here.” He pushed her hair back from her face and lowered his voice. “And I want to spend every minute of it that I can with you. Staring into the mirror of these beautiful eyes—not that I’m vain or anything.”
Nicola laughed again. “Do you ever stop?”
“I try not to.” He slid his hand under the sheet to caress her breast. “God, you’re beautiful,” he said, his voice thick. “Too good to be true. So what’s wrong with you? What am I going to find out if I Google you?”
Nicola’s heart stopped.
Shit.
She wasn’t ready for this.
“You know what I love about Moretta?” she answered smoothly. “It’s so close to paradise that you can almost imagine a world without the internet. I kind of love that idea—getting to know someone without the influence of Google. Can you believe the world was actually like that once upon a time?”
Alex grinned. “Can you believe I remember what that world was like?”
She smiled back at him, waiting. It will be better if it’s his idea.
“Okay, so no Google,” he said. “Let’s shake on it.”
Relief flooded through Nicola’s body. She hadn’t solved the problem, but at least she’d dodged the bullet for now. She’d spend today planning out how she was going to tell him. Anxiety subsiding, she snaked her arms around his neck. “Isn’t there another way we can seal the deal?”
“There sure is,” Alex said.
“Just one problem,” she said, glancing at the alarm clock. “I have to be at work in twenty minutes.”
“So that gives us…?”
“About five minutes.” Luckily, she kept a bikini in her locker at the scuba shack and could change at work.
“More than enough time.”
Alex kissed her deeply, and Nicola felt her body respond immediately. God, what was it about this man? In an alarmingly short time, he’d already become like a drug to her. Dangerous.
She reached out and tugged at his towel, exposing his already stiffening cock.
“See how much I want you?” he said softly.
She moved closer to him, closing the gap between them. “Take me any way you want,” she whispered into his chin. “Just make sure you fuck me hard. I need this one to last me for the next ten hours.”
“You’re sure you’re up for that?” he asked, but she could tell by how his body was reacting that he liked the idea—a lot. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I’m up for it,” she replied. “And I can see that you are, too.”
“You better believe it,” Alex responded, sliding a hand down to her pussy. “You’re already wet for me.”
How could that have happened so fast? But it had—her whole body was already on fire. “Because you make me crazy.”
Alex made a growling noise in his throat and grabbed her by the waist, effortlessly flipping her over onto all fours. Then his head was beneath her and his hands were on her ass, pulling her down to his mouth. Nicola moaned, pushing herself into his mouth as his tongue swept at her clit. “Oh, God, I need more—your beautiful cock—”
The words were barely out of her mouth before he was behind her and pulling her hips toward him. And then he was sliding into her, filling her deeper and deeper. It hurt but it felt so good, the most exquisite kind of pain.
“Nicola. You are so fucking amazing.” Alex punctuated each word with a thrust of his cock, harder and harder, each stroke building the heat within her. Then he reached his hand beneath her and found her clit, massaging it relentlessly until—
Until she was there with him, both of them cresting and falling together, their moans of pleasure intermingled until finally he collapsed forward onto her back.
“Now, that’s what I call a deal sealer,” Alex said.
“Okay, spill,” Kiki said to Nicola the moment she walked in the front door. She closed it gratefully behind her—a brisk wind had picked up, an early sign of the promised storm—and smiled at her roommate. Kiki was sitting on the sofa with one leg bent up, polishing her toes in two contrasting shades of pink.
“What are you talking about?” Nicola said, trying to look innocent. But it was pointless—within two seconds she burst out laughing. “Fine,” she said, tossing her satchel onto the tiny entrance table. “I may or may not have been having the time of my life.”
“Assuming you were. Would it happen to be with a Z-list celebrity?”
Nicola could only laugh again. Only a day and a half had passed since she’d sat across from Kiki whining about her Hollywood-wannabe rescuee, but so much had changed since then that she’d nearly forgotten she’d once thought of Alex that way.
“Big misunderstanding on my part,” Nicola said, taking a seat next to Kiki on the sofa. “He’s Dev Stone’s little brother. He’s not trying to be famous at all. He’s just here for some business deal. We went for drinks, and then… Anyway, he explained to me that the reason he got so upset on the dive was because he almost drowned as a kid. Kind of dramatic, but there you go.”
Kiki’s jaw dropped. “Dev Stone’s brother?”
“Wait. Out of everything I just told you, that’s your takeaway?” Nicola stared at her friend as she flopped onto the sofa beside her. “You don’t have a thing for Dev Stone, do you?”
Kiki stretched her foot in front of her to admire her toenails, then she reached for the nail polish bottle on the coffee table. “Doesn’t every woman on earth? I mean, God, look at him! Those eyes…” She shook her head. “But we’re talking about you, not me. So tell me. Hot and heavy?”
Nicola felt her cheeks redden. “Wrong color. You’re about to put the brush in the wrong bottle.”
Kiki stared at the bottle and then corrected her mistake. “You’re avoiding the question.”
“We had a good time. He’s…well, amazing, if you want to know the truth.