Arabella

“What were you and Sienna talking about?” I voiced the question I’d told myself I wouldn’t ask. I didn’t even last until the dressing room door closed behind us. So much for my willpower.

“You and me. Her and Owen. Quick moving relationships.”

“Oh.” And now I felt like an idiot since their topic of conversation was us. It wasn’t as if I didn’t know that Sienna was madly in love with Owen, but that hadn’t stopped me from feeling off my stride as I’d watched them chat from across the room. Luckily, after my demonstration was over, we had moved to a part of taping where the camera was focused on the contestants more than the judges, so I didn’t need to fake a smile for too long at a time. Then as the remaining contestants finished their final challenge, I got wrapped up in the moment, and my smile became genuine once again.

I tried to duck my head as heat filled my cheeks, but he didn’t let me look away. With my chin captured in one hand and my body tugged close to his with the other arm, he kicked the door shut behind us and backed me against a wall. “You don’t have any reason to be jealous, sweetheart. I could be in a room full of people, and you’re the only one I’d see. And you can be damn sure that there isn’t another woman who’s going to capture my attention—whether you’re around or not. I’ve had two years for that fact to be driven home to me. Now that I’ve got you in my arms, I’m not going to do anything to risk losing this.”

If I’d had any doubts about sleeping with a man I’d only known for less than twenty-four hours, his heartfelt confession would have wiped them away. But oddly enough, I’d already been confident in my decision. Those two years had apparently driven the same lesson home to me too. So I rose up on my tiptoes as his head lowered, and our mouths crashed together. We kissed like we couldn’t get enough of each other, but also as though we’d been doing it forever. There wasn’t any of the awkwardness a newer couple might have felt—and yeah, I was already thinking of us in those terms—but all of the passion that came at the start of a relationship.

I whimpered when he tore his lips from mine. “More.”

“You sure, sweetheart? If I keep going, it’ll be hell to stop later.”

His dark eyes burned into mine as he waited for my answer, and it gave me the courage to do something completely out of character. I reached down and cupped his hard length as it pressed against his zipper. “Who said anything about stopping?”

It must have been all the encouragement he needed because he lowered his head again to kiss me senseless. His hands drifted to my chest to cup my breasts, his thumbs brushing against my pebbled nipples. When he rolled them between his fingers and tugged, I felt it all the way to my core and moaned into his mouth.

“You wet for me?” he breathed against my lips, pushing my skirt up and pressing his palm against my damp panties. Sliding his fingers up and down the soaked material, he ripped his mouth from mine. “Fuck, yeah. You are.”

I lifted up higher and shifted my hips to rub against his hand. “Please.”

“I’ve got you, sweetheart.” And he did, giving me exactly what I needed as he pushed my panties to one side and slid his index finger through my wetness. His finger grazed my clit before sliding lower, and I shuddered. “You feel better than I dreamed.”

“Did you really dream about me?” I panted.

“I can’t tell you how many times I’ve jacked off to thoughts of you. In my fantasies, I’ve licked, sucked, and fucked every inch of you. I’ve dreamed about your tight little pussy more times than I can count. To the point that I was sorely tempted to hack into airport security to try to figure out who you were, even if it landed me on a terrorist watch list or brought Interpol to my door.”

If I didn’t have the wall against my back and Gaige at my front, I would have slid to the floor. “You’d have gone that far?”

“Of course.” There was no doubting the sincerity of his answer. “If I hadn’t been there for Vaughn and Carissa’s wedding, I would have turned around and gotten right back onto a plane to followed you wherever you were going.”

Talk about ironic. If I hadn’t needed to leave for LA before the wedding, we would have met back then. “You would have followed me right where we were now; just two years later.”

“And we’re going to make up for all that lost time,” he promised. Then he placed wet, open-mouthed kisses along the column of my throat.

“Yes,” I hissed, throwing my head back to give him better access.

His teeth scraped against my skin, and his hips rocked against me. “Damn, sweetheart. You feel good with your hot little pussy cradling my cock. It feels like a perfect fit. I can’t wait to feel you wrapped around me, sucking me into you.”

His dirty words reverberated through me, making me hotter—and wetter. All over his hand.

“My sweetheart wants that as much as I do, doesn’t she?” he asked as he yanked my panties down my thighs.

“I—I do,” I stuttered, kicking my panties off when they hit the floor. While he undid the buttons on my blouse, I attacked the zipper of his pants.

“White lace,” he groaned. “You wear shit like this all the time?”

“Pretty much.” My sassy smile was wiped off my face when I encountered nothing as I slid my hand inside his pants. Wrapping my fist around his hard on, I stroked up and down. “Do you usually go without underwear?”

“If I didn’t, I sure as shit would from now on because it makes it easier for me to do this.” He shoved his pants down his legs before he unhooked my bra and pulled it down my shoulders. I gasped when he lightly tweaked my nipples before latching onto one distended bud. I trembled at each wet pull of his mouth, arching into his body as his fingers toyed with the other breast.

When he lifted his head and his hands moved to my ass, plastering me against his hard on as he rocked against me, I wrapped my arms around his shoulders. It didn’t take much for him to work me into a frenzy. Then he dragged his cock through my wetness, and my head banged back against the wall.

“Careful, sweetheart. I don’t want you to hurt yourself,” he cautioned, keeping one hand on my ass while he brought the other up to wrap it against the back of my skull.

“But it’s okay for you to get hurt?”

“My hand can take a little banging against the wall,” he assured me.

“So can I.” I lifted one leg and wrapped it around his hip to make it clear exactly what I meant. In that position, his cock nudged against my entrance. He pressed the tip inside and oh-so-slowly brought me down his length.

“More,” I whimpered even though there was a twinge of pain because I was tight and he was so damn big. That stinging sensation was a small price to pay to feel him inside of me.

He pulled my head closer and dropped his forehead against mine, staring deeply into my eyes as he sank all the way in. “Holy fuck, I could stay like this forever.”

“Yes,” I panted. “But after you make me come. Please.”

“Hold on,” he commanded, making my walls clench around his thick cock. It had been too long since I’d come, months ago when I’d last masturbated—to thoughts of my mystery airport man. It paled in comparison to the feel of his body around, and inside, of me.

I clutched his shoulders tightly as he rocked in and out, picking up speed until my head was banging against the hand that was protecting me from the wall. The only sound in the room was our grunts and the slap of our skin as our bodies crashed together. As my orgasm built, I bit down on my lip to try to hold my scream inside. The walls between dressing rooms weren’t thick enough for privacy.

“Give it to me, Arabella,” he growled. “I want you to come all over my cock before I lose control.”

That was all it took to send me over the edge. Shoving my face in his chest to stifle my cry. Then I held on tight as he powered in and out of me until his body tightened and he groaned out his release.

“Wow,” I gasped when I caught my breath again. “Can we do that again?”

“As many times as you want,” he chuckled. “But I want to take you on a bed the next time, so we’d better go check into the new hotel.”