Clouded Judgement. NICHOLA HARVEY
as he ventured past, a chuckle eliciting as he caught sight of my broadening grin. “I’ll deal with your glee shortly, but first we have to check-in.”
Inwardly patting myself on the back for my foresight, I trailed behind Ari up the inclined walkway. And once inside the cavernous foyer, he veered off towards reception, and I took off to admire the limestone walls on which the original hotel was initially built back in eighteen seventy-two. But regardless of an exploration that usually brought me great joy, my thoughts quickly detracted from the nuances in the stone winding beneath my fingertips. With an unmistakable air of desire burning around us, it wasn’t surprising.
I pivoted on the heels of my wedges and met the darkened eyes watching me from across the other side of the foyer. Hmm, Ari appeared to be just as distracted as me.
With one ankle crossed over the other and one elbow propped on the marble countertop with his chin resting in his palm, he had tilted his head marginally, paying more attention to me than the receptionist. Even passing her his credit card, he barely glanced her way. Not that she seemed to notice either, or if she had, she never showed it. Her professionalism continued as she handed the card back, along with the key to our room.
“Thank you, Mr Jaeger,” she exclaimed, smiling brightly. “I hope you and your wife enjoy your time here at The Sorrento Hotel, and please don’t hesitate to let us know if there’s anything else you need during your stay.”
Again he briefly looked her way, if only to politely thank her. Sliding his card back into its slot in his wallet, he shoved it into his back pocket, all the while approaching me in smooth, leisurely steps. “I’ll be the gentleman my parents raised me to be and devotedly carry our bags…” Then encircling my waist just as effortlessly, Ari tugged me towards him. Our bodies gently colliding as I closed my eyes and leaned into his broad shoulder, inhaling his divine scent. His lips grazed my cheek as he potently whispered, “…While you run along and find our room.”
The moment my lids flew open and our heated gazes met, I knew I was in for quite the stimulating afternoon—more reason to push the boundaries with him. Just thinking about the possibilities was enough to set the heat aflame between my thighs. Ari typically read my mind and caught my chin between the soft pads of his fingers.
“Wait for me – and don’t undress,” he huskily instructed, staring so salaciously my knees turned to jelly. “I want the pleasure of divesting you of your clothes bit by bit for myself.” His kiss as he pushed his lips against mine was firm and ardent. “Now walk ahead of me, I won’t be far behind. I promise.”
Swiftly shoving my wicked thoughts aside, I scurried towards the bank of lifts and stabbed the button inset in the wall. I fidgeted on the spot, just wishing the damned elevator would just arrive already.
Ari rapidly caught up and stood behind me, brazenly pushing the entire length of his body flush with mine. “Antsy, are we?”
I sagged against his torso, rolling the back of my head along his broad shoulder. “For you, always.”
Determined to keep me on edge, he whispered decadently in my ear, articulating every word, “Feel my cock, Teddy, feel how hard it is for you.” My quickened breath altered to a soft pant as he relinquished his grip on the suitcase handle and grasped my hips, yanking me closer. I quietly moaned and gyrated against him, not caring for the other guests making their way towards us. As timing would have it, the doors on the lift soundlessly slid open, and again he sternly ordered me to go ahead.
Miserably, I obliged and marched inside the car, my frustration only increasing as I spun and saw the smug expression written all over Ari’s face. I made my dissatisfaction known by grunting at him as I stabbed at the button for the second floor, leaving him chuckling at my expense. I loved him dearly, but dammit, he could be such an arse at the most inconvenient times. By the time I’d reached the second floor, the ache between my thighs had amplified. So, when Ari said he wouldn’t be far behind, I sincerely hoped he wasn’t lying. It was torturous enough waiting for him as it was.
Strolling out into an airy hallway, I discovered I only had to walk a few steps before finding our room. But as I swiped the electronic key on the lock and swung the door open, the view outside our private balcony caught my wandering gaze. Excitement surging as I bounced towards the slim French doors and dramatically pulled them open. Hanging onto the antique chrome handles, I allowed myself a wondrous minute to take in the Peninsulas shimmering waters calmly and quietly rippling from the vast seas beyond. Phillip Island was beautiful, yes, but in comparison, it was nowhere near as breathtaking as the natural splendour before me.
Although, the room itself was just as stunning with the limestone walls, effectively bringing the outside in and adding an entirely new dimension to the light-filled space. Plush linens and pillows covered the king-sized bed facing the wide-open windows as well as a sitting room, which housed a corner chaise cushioned by soft, supple leather to my right and a small two-seater dining table to my left. Overall as I ran my hands over the differing textures used to combine luxury with old-world charm, the designer had styled incredibly well in my view. My tactile delight then led me to a walk-in robe and the connecting ensuite bathroom, another room that was just as beautiful as the rest. I grinned salaciously at the size of the walk-in shower: oh, the possibilities had now increased – tenfold.
I peered over my shoulder and called out to Ari. “Ari, come and take a look at the shower, it’s huge!” When he failed to reply, I frowned. Odd considering I’d just heard him trailing in only seconds ago. “Ari?”
Long fingers suddenly skated down my bare arms and furled around my wrists, subduing me as warm, sensual lips trailed along my neck. The heady scent of citrus and spice flooded my lungs; an intoxicating and wicked aroma, leaving me entirely at the mercy of Ari Jaeger.
I bowed against him.
“Keep still,” he purred, my breath catching as he caught my earlobe between his teeth. Ari’s soft skin radiated a burning heat as his forearm brushed over my midriff and gravitated towards my infamously short denim shorts. His gifted fingers began sedately popping each button and removed in a gentle shove to the floor. My underwear, a delicate lace, suffered a different fate as he tore them off before flagrantly tossing them aside.
So entranced by my dominating lover, my mind and body drifted to a place of bliss. More so as I felt his fingers gliding through my ultra-sensitive flesh. With each stroke of my aching clitoris and teasing circles around my trembling rim, my desire grew. And instinctively, my hips began to undulate, eliciting a growl from Ari.
“Mmm, you’re very wet…” God, that warm timbre voice: it was raspy and indulgent like the man himself. “But keep still.”
A strangled whimper escaped my throat. “Ari, please…”
His darkened eyes glittered sensuously as his stubbled chin jerked towards the mirror on the bathroom wall above the sink. “Just watch.”
My head swivelled slowly and met his fiery gaze in the reflection. I stared fascinated by the hedonistic sight playing out before me. The vision of his fingers thrusting, in and out of me, with each slow movement was exquisite. I was riveted. Not just by Ari’s beautiful lovemaking, but by the person he had become with this sudden need for control, arousing me more than I ever imagined.
I had always loved his dominant side, but he had evolved into something else. Something more. I wanted to exploit this side of him, with him. As a Dominant in the making, Ari was devastatingly magnificent.
“Remove your blouse – slowly,” he whispered, his words, absolute and unyielding. “Keep watching.”
A perceptible blush rose over my dampened skin. My delight visibly shared in the way of a fulfilled smile as I nimbly undid each tiny button by moving my fingers provocatively slow until I reached the last one, parting and pushing the blouse off my shoulders.
“Now your bra.”
“Then will you fuck me?” I coyly asked freeing my breasts in the same unhurried manner.
“All in good time, my love.” Sliding an arm around