I WOKE ABRUPTLY and shot upright. I was in the very big bed, and the breathtaking city sprawled around me, but I didn’t care because I was alone. I eased out of the bed and stood slowly. Had it not been for my surroundings, I would have sworn it was all a vivid dream. I slipped into an oversized terrycloth robe and slid open the door to the deck.
Hanging my toes over the edge of the pool, I watched David complete a lap. He whipped his hair off his face to look up at me. “Did I wake you?” he asked from below. “I couldn’t sleep.”
“No.” I shook my head dreamily. Steam spiraled upward from the water; I was dizzy just from the way his wet, glistening body was backlit by the glowing pool.
“Why are you smiling at me like that?” he asked.
I sat and dipped my feet in the warm water. I reached out and pushed his wet hair from his forehead. He moved between my knees and slid his hands down my calves to shackle my ankles. Leaning back on my palms, I closed my eyes at the feeling of his skin against mine. Our rooftop was completely silent, and I just heard the splash of water as he brought his hands back up, gliding them along my thighs and underneath my robe.
My breath quickened as he untied it and grasped my waist. He slid me to the edge with ease. His head buried in my lap while I fingered his dripping, inky hair. He eased my thighs apart to nuzzle me. I bit down on my lip when I felt his breath, soft and tantalizing.
With his first firm lick, my arms buckled. He tasted me slowly, stopping now and then to suck and kiss. With an ankle in each hand, he bent my knees so my feet curled over the edge. His arms wrapped around my hips, securing me to him. When his nose nudged into my clit, I jerked against his firm hold. He inserted and spread two fingers to open me wider. His tongue probed inside of me with more pressure, and my legs began to shake.
At some point I’d fallen onto the concrete and was now clenching the lip of the pool with tense arms. With his mouth working its magic and his thumb on my clit, he coaxed me into rippling, full-body orgasm that had my back bowing off the ground and my throat surrendering to loud moans.
As I lay limp, he pulled my arms from the robe and lifted me. He slid me down his body and into the pool until I was submerged. I resurfaced dripping wet. His hand touched my face, holding me steady for a deep, penetrating kiss. The cold night air and heated pool were a heady mix that had my head spinning.
“Look down.”
“Oh,” I gasped breathlessly. I instinctively clung to him when I saw that he had swum us to the overhang.
“It’s safe,” he reassured, but he held me close. A thrill spiraled through me as I peered down at the city. His feet planted firmly on the glass bottom, but I knew I would be treading water if I let go.
He was looking at me strangely. Something fiery, but deep and sensual. “You’re so beautiful,” he told me softly. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?” I wanted to look away; it was too much – but his burning brown eyes, his dripping wet lashes, his razorblade jawline . . . He was so arrestingly beautiful in that moment. He licked his lips, curled a hand into my wet hair and pulled. “Christ,” he murmured. “I need you now.” Hearing him voice his desire turned my insides liquid. He devoured my neck with hard, unforgiving kisses that strayed over my shoulders and up to my earlobe.
He cut us through the water and out of the pool. He deposited our bodies quickly onto a lounge chair with an outstretched hand.
“Cold?” he asked, breathing heavily over me.
“No,” I replied, because when I was underneath him, I could never be anything but warm. I wrapped my legs around him and cried out as he drove into me with a grunt.
He dropped his face into the curve of neck and stilled. “God, you feel amazing wrapped around my cock,” he panted. “You’re so warm.”
When a breeze blew over us, I locked my ankles at his lower back, pulling him closer. “Christ, Olivia.” He rolled his hips into me and pulled back to the tip. His eyes locked on me, and his next stroke was firm but slow. My face flamed feeling his every inch move into me and then out again. His hand moved to my hips, steadying me for his next powerful plunge. He rooted himself there, gritted his teeth and squeezed me against him. “Deep enough?”
“It’s d-deep,” I stammered, because I was so full with him I thought I might split apart. “Don’t stop.”
His thrusts continued steady and firm, the perfect complement to his soft and buttery voice. “I’m so hard for you,” he muttered, nibbling my ear. “So hard, and you’re so hot.”
I was still thrumming from my first orgasm, and my climax built quickly. I almost came when he began to swivel his pelvis, feeling all of me with each rotation.
“You’re close,” he said as he switched from swiveling to short, fast drives. “Kiss me.”
Our lips clashed hungrily, and I could taste his desire for me. “Show me how it feels,” he ordered into my mouth. “Come, Olivia.” My name rolled off his tongue with command, turning my world on its side. I clenched around him as he pounded me through a pulsing orgasm. Despite the cold, I was warm and flushed when I wilted against the cushion.
“You feel too goddamn good,” he said through a set jaw while grinding faster into me.
I dove my hands in his hair and pulled. “I want you to come, David, come inside me, make me yours.”
“Not without,” he paused as his face contorted with pleasure, “a condom.”
“Then come in my mouth.”
He groaned loudly and jumped up before I’d even finished the sentence. I went to touch him, but he stopped me with a hand around my wrist. “I want you on your knees,” he growled. I climbed down onto the hard concrete, and he took my chin in his hand. “Open.”
I obeyed, and he inched into me. He threw his head back when I closed my lips around him. I circled my tongue around the tip before taking him as deeply as I could.
“That’s it, baby,” he praised. His fingers threaded in my hair and pulled. “How do you taste on my cock? Hmm? Look at me.”
I blinked my eyes up to his.
He hissed and jerked slightly but held my stare. My tongue ran over every glorious inch I could reach. I pushed him to the back of my throat and stroked with my hand whatever I couldn’t taste. “Hands behind your back,” he admonished.
Oh God, I love the way you rumble when you tell me what to do. Take me, use me, have me, David, I’m yours . . . .
He fisted my hair tighter and with one thrust, he took over. I sheathed my teeth with my lips, and he pushed himself to the back of my throat until I gagged. He pulled back but continued fucking my mouth, his moans low and throaty.
“Oh God, I’m gonna come so fucking hard,” he warned. My tongue flattened against his crown, and his body shook as he began to ejaculate. I lapped up the first few drops before he yanked my hair and erupted into my eager mouth. I swallowed him as I could get him, letting the saltiness fill my mouth and run down my throat.
“Holy shit,” he breathed, loosening his grip. I waited on my knees while he caught his breath. He hauled me up by my armpits and kissed me hard. “That was so good,” he started, “it should be illegal.”
“I’d happily go to jail for that.”
He smiled and kissed me again as his hands slid down my arms. He interlocked one hand with mine, and ran the other over my hair, tugging softly on the ends. “Are you cold?”
I nodded. He led me back into the suite and gestured once at the toilet. Remembering his rule about peeing after sex, I rolled my eyes but sat down anyway.
“How about a nice hot shower?” he asked.
“Yes, please,” I rasped, not yet recovered.
I found him moments later cloaked in billowing steam. “Come on, pretty girl,” he said, opening his arms. The heat of both the water and his hard body was heavenly after the cold night air. He planted a sweet kiss on my lips when I looked up at him. “You drive me mad,” he whispered.
I smiled into his mouth and just said, “Likewise.”
His hands moved over my face, and my eyelids drooped shut. He smoothed my hairline repeatedly and kissed me carefully. “I never want to let you go,” he murmured.
Though his words were warm, a chill wound through me. Our bond was strengthening alarmingly fast. He ran his thumbs over my eyebrows. I opened my eyes cautiously, because I knew what I would see on his face: something stronger and more intense than I was prepared to accept. As water dripped from his long lashes, I remembered when our eyes met for the first time and the jolt of electricity I’d felt. What does he see when he looks at me that way?
I rested my cheek against his solid pecs and clung to him as he massaged shampoo into my hair. I was content to just listen to his heartbeat while he cleansed me.
“I need conditioner,” I said against his chest when he’d finished.
“You need conditioner?” he teased, but he ran it through my strands, lovingly working out the tangles. I still didn’t move when he washed his own hair. My eyes squeezed shut as the suds slithered down his skin and onto my face.
When he shut off the water, I let him go reluctantly. He wrapped a large white towel around his waist and held another open for me. I prefer his skin, I thought, but let him envelop me in it. He ran his hands over my shoulders to warm me and moved some hair from my face. “We should get your hair dry.”
“It’s all right,” I said and yawned. “I’m tired.”
“You can’t sleep with wet hair.”
“It’ll dry before I get home,” I reassured him.
His face fell, and he stepped back with my shoulders still firmly in his hands. “You’re going home?”
“Well, yes, I have to. I can get a cab.”
“Isn’t Bill . . . ?” His mouth distorted as though he’d bitten into a lemon. “Isn’t he out of town?”
“He’ll be back sometime tomorrow.” I glanced away.
“Well,” David said and exhaled an irritated laugh, “if you think I’m letting you go home alone at this time of night, then you’d better think again.”
I furrowed my brows at him. “I’m not a child. I can get myself back in one piece.”
He raised an eyebrow at me. “Think about that one.”
I nodded. “Okay, you have a point, but the confrontation with Mark was a fluke. He’s behind bars, and that’s all over.”
He shook his head. “Not going to happen. If you must go, I’ll drive you.”
I shifted on my feet, weighing my options. I was so sleepy, and David was so warm and comfortable . . . . Guilt and desire were constantly battling inside me, overcoming one another, tormenting me in the process.
“Come on,” he said with a sigh. “One step at a time.” He pulled a hair dryer from a drawer and motioned me over. I stood in front of him tilting my head upward as he raked a hand through my hair. “Just tell me if I hurt you.”
His eyebrows dipped as he concentrated, careful not to pull while he detangled my hair. It made me smile to think that he’d just been pulling it much harder without a second thought. And I’d loved the uninhibited rawness of it.
“Keep smiling like that, and I might have to bend you over this sink.” He gave my hair a playful tug when I widened my eyes. I took the rare moment to appreciate the man in front of me. The shampoo made him smell fresh like early morning. His pecs flexed in unison with his biceps as his arms moved over me. I admired the lines of the square jaw just inches above my head that gave way to a long neck and sprawling, muscled shoulders . . . .
I quivered and ducked backward, hoisting myself onto the counter. I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him to the sink. “Your turn,” I said, taking the hairdryer.
He inhaled appreciatively when I stuck my fingers in his hair, which was really only damp. He kissed my nose.
“Now, now,” I scolded. “I take blow jobs very seriously. No one goes to bed with wet hair tonight.”
He laughed with his whole body, and I secured him closer, locking my feet against his lower back. We were level now, and his eyes watched me closely; I could feel them even though I kept my focus on his silken hair. Once I’d finished, I set the blow dryer on the sink and styled his hair away from his eyes. My own hair was messy, but it didn’t matter. How could it be bad when he’d fixed it himself?
He pulled on my towel so it fell open. His eyes closed, and he leaned in to inhale deeply, as if committing my smell to memory. He placed a kiss on the underside of my jaw. Curious hands explored me, touching wherever he could reach. I flinched when he passed over my scar.
His eyes dropped to my lap, and he gripped my thighs. “You taste so good,” he uttered, licking his lips. My face burned in response. He pulled me in for a hug, and his finger trailed goose bumps down my spine. “Did you eat tonight?”
“Hmm?”
“Did you eat? Aren’t you hungry?”
“I’m fine,” I sighed into his neck. “And I should go. It’s late.”
He stepped away, and I shivered instantly. My face distorted as I looked at him. “I’m so cold without you.”
“I’m sorry, baby,” he said softly. “It is cold tonight.”
I shook my head. “All the time. I’ve been cold since that night. I can’t get warm.”
“It’s probably all the goddamn weight you lost,” he scolded. “This is unhealthy. What happened to the girl I took for burgers a few months ago?”
“She was lost,” I said, my voice hitching as I looked at him.
He embraced me again. “If it were up to me, you’d never be cold.”
“I know,” I said, because I thought I did. I thought I believed that he really did want more from me, but it terrified me when he said it.
“I’ll take you home,” he said, pulling back. “But for the love of God, Olivia, please let me make you something to eat.”
“How?”
“We had an event up here last night. There are some leftovers.”
“Will you be shirtless?” I asked, knocking my heels against the cupboard underneath me. My mouth formed into a circle. “You’re blushing.”
“No, I’m not. If those are your conditions, then fine, I accept.”
I blinked at him and hopped off the counter. “All right,” I said, shrugging my robe back on.
“Can I put underwear on?”
“Hmm . . .” I closed one eye as I thought, and he laughed.
I went to leave, but he pulled me backward and into his arms. With my back to his front, he leaned into my hair and murmured, “How’s that for a reflection?”
I looked up at the mirror. He made me beautiful. Together, we were beautiful; a puzzle with only two pieces. I shifted my eyes to his and nodded. He held my stare a moment and let me go with a kiss on the cheek.
I snuggled into the warmth of my robe as I wandered to the kitchen while he changed. “Are there plates?” I called.
He appeared, tutting at me. “I’ll prepare it.”
“I don’t mind.”
“Go on, and let me make you something to eat.” He furrowed his brow at the contents of the refrigerator. “There isn’t much, but I’ll come up with something.”
I propped my chin in my hand and watched him navigate the kitchen. “Do you like to cook?”
“No. I usually eat out or my housekeeper makes something a couple times a week.”
It was my turn to tsk. “You do need a woman in your life.”
He answered with a grunt, but I was comforted that there was at least one thing he wasn’t proficient in. I smiled like a schoolgirl as I watched, enjoying the view of his spectacular, ridged torso and taut ass. His muscles were hard but not bulky, and they became more defined as he moved. I was tempted to run my tongue over them appreciatively. Once, after he stuck something in the microwave, he stole away for a chaste kiss on the lips.
He set down two plates of day-old hors d'oeuvres and pulled his chair to the corner of the table so we were close. “Next time you’ll be topless, right?” he teased.
I forced a laugh, but I had caught his slip. Next time. “However you’ll have me,” I responded, deliberately gulping down the nagging guilt.
His eyes darkened with the dilation of his pupils. He reached out and slipped his hand in my robe, tugging it open slightly to reveal my breast. “I’ll have you any way I can, until you beg me to stop.”
At his touch, I sighed and wilted against my chair. If he were mine, I would have told him that I’d never ask him to stop. That he could take me any way he needed me. His fingers grazed over my nipple and under the curve of my breast. I arched toward him as his hand dropped behind me, caressing my lower back and sliding over my ribs. He pressed my waist and his thumb ran over my scar. His eyes burned when he said, “Tell me.”