A new door handle turned in my hand when I reached my room door and pushed it open. I led Haley inside.

“I’d show you around, but that would just be kind of like showing you a room in your own house, wouldn’t it?”

“You know, I actually think about that all the time. When it gets warmer and we don’t have as many guests, I can just waltz into any of the suites I want and pretend I’m living like a princess.” She gave a fanciful wave of her hand as she spoke, smiling playfully.

“And hey, if they’re occupied, just kick them out, right?” I teased back. “It’s not their resort now, is it? Bunch of freeloaders.”

She giggled at my joke, and I smiled back at her as I made my way to the bottle of wine and got a corkscrew to pop it open.

“That might be taking it a little too far, I want to be a benevolent Resort Princess.” She accepted the glass of wine I handed her and blushed a little as I winked. I noticed her hastily take the first sip, and it was a little bigger than I’d expect.

She was nervous, but eager. Same old Haley.

“Oh, so you wouldn’t even kick me out of bed?” I asked, raising my eyebrow. She opened her mouth to fire back at me, but closed it, narrowing her eyes at me.

“Almost got me.”

“I’m not hearing a ‘yes’. Now’s your chance, anyway. I’ve hardly unpacked. It could be a nice ego boost to kick your ex out on the curb in the middle of winter.”

“Careful, you’re starting to sound convincing,” she replied in a low tone, and her eyes were lidded. I shot her a smirk before turning around and striding to the fireplace at the far end of the room. I slipped my jacket off and tossed it aside before rolling my sleeves up and kneeling down to get the fire started.

“If you kick me out, though, you’ll have to step away from this nice, warm fireplace for a few minutes,” I played along, “and that doesn’t sound very relaxing at all.”

She peered at me suspiciously for a moment as I picked up my wine glass again and took a seat on the couch by the fire, leaving room for her to come over.

“What’s that look for? Afraid I’m going to steal the towels or something?”

“No, but you’re not exactly innocent, either,” she pointed out.

Our gazes were locked on each other for a few long moments, sizing each other up, a smug smile on my face and a challenging one on hers. Now I was really remembering why Haley drove me wild. There was something about her spirit in any circumstances that could bring out a certain fire in her that I adored.

“It’s been a while, Haley,” I rumbled in a low tone. “You can’t tell me you don’t want to know what I’m like after all these years.” I arched an eyebrow. “I’m dying to see how you have.”

A blush came across her face, and I watched her take another deep drink of her wine before she finally slipped out of her shoes and made her way across the room to the couch and sat down next to me.

I watched her every movement as she did, from the way her eyes moved over my figure as she approached to the way she folded her legs up under her when she sat down, leaning her elbow on the back of the couch while swirling the wine glass around thoughtfully, peering at me.

“Just what are you doing, Chase?” she asked, her low enough that it almost melded with the sound of the crackling fire.

“I was going to ask you the same thing, but I think the answer for both of us is ‘just catching up.’”

That made her smile.

“Is that what we’re calling it? Catching up?” There was a challenge in her voice. She always did love stoking the fire ever so subtly.

“Unless you make a habit of joining every suite guest in his room for wine by the fireplace,” I retorted, finishing my wine and setting the glass down. “And if that’s the case, I might have to visit here a lot more often.”

There was some mirth behind her embarrassed smile, and she turned her head to hide the color I knew she felt in her cheeks.

I didn’t hesitate. I reached over and touched her chin with my thumb and forefinger, gently turning her face back toward me. She looked at me with knowing eyes, and for just a few moments, I could see the battle raging in her mind over whether to pull away from me. I could practically feel her heart pounding.

“I missed this,” I admitted.

“What, touching my face, or getting me to make bad decisions?” she whispered.

I paused. “A little of both,” I decided.

It would have been the easiest thing in the world for her to just spit back in my face that I shouldn’t have left her. She wouldn’t be wrong. I was even surprised by how brazen I was being, considering our history.

But Haley was still Haley after all this time, and overworked as she was, I was being sincere when I told her she needed this.

“I think I like your idea of catching up, then,” she finally conceded. “Just for one night.”

“Just for one night,” I repeated in a husky tone, and I closed the distance between us and pressed my lips to hers.

She was surprised, despite everything, and as I wrapped my hand around the back of her neck, her black hair brushing through my fingers, I felt her sigh into the kiss, even with her heart in her throat.

Years melted away while I held us pressed together, my body looming over her small frame, pressing into it. I gently took her wine glass from her hand and set it aside, and she let it go as if she was in a trance.

I had her.

When our lips finally broke apart, she looked up at me with those wide, shining eyes that reflected the crackling fire.

“I missed you too, Chase,” she whispered in a faint, desperate voice, and it set off the fire in me that I couldn’t hold back.

I pushed her onto her back on the couch, and her legs unfurled as I loomed over her and kissed her again. Her raven-black hair spilled all over the couch like a dark waterfall, and I took a handful of it while my other hand ran down her side to her ass.

When I squeezed it, she pushed her hips up into me, and I realized just how pent-up this poor woman was. I wondered if she’d even been touched since the two of us were together. There was so much I needed to take care of in so little time.

It made me swell up thick and hard, and her hips brushed up against it. The second she touched my cock, she drew in a sharp breath and moaned. Her hands started groping me, and she was almost hesitant after she first touched my body.

“Oh my God,” she breathed, “how are you in even better shape than you used to be?” She was almost disappointed. The poor thing was desperate to find some fault in her ex, but I wasn’t giving her anything that she wanted in that respect.

And that was just fanning the flames.

“I’m not the only one who’s gotten better,” I growled, but I didn’t give her time to respond. I grazed her neck and breathed hot air on her. She gasped and writhed under me as my teeth nipped and toyed with the soft flesh, grabbing her ass harder and pulling her hips up against my cock. Even through our clothes, grinding against her made my cock pulse and throb. It remembered the feeling of Haley, and it was desperate to get inside her.

She tilted her head back, exposing her neck to me as I ravished the soft skin, and her hands roamed up and down my sides before finding their way to the buttons. She tugged at them softly, pleadingly, but I pushed her hands away and gripped her wrists as I pinned her under me and kissed her.

I was going to make her wait for me just a little longer.

My large hands slipped around to her breasts, and I groped her shamelessly, feeling her chest through the fabric of her crisp, professional clothing. Fuck, she was still wearing her blazer, but getting hot and heavy with her while she was still dressed for business made me all the more hungry for her.

I finally gripped her jacket and started to pull it off her. She wiggled out of it and fumbled with the buttons of her blouse, but I didn’t care to wait any longer.

I moved down to her skirt and pushed it all the way up to her hips. She was wearing black hose that I could see her black underwear through, teasing me.

She let her arms fall above her head uselessly. She closed her eyes and bit her lip, too anxious to look down at what I was doing, bracing her body for me. The sight of her so helpless and desperate made me all the hotter for her.

I brought my face to her pussy and drew in a hungry breath, taking in her scent and groaning. I gripped her hips and squeezed, appreciating the fine fabric one more time before I seized the hem of her hose and panties and pulled down.

She shuddered at the slight chill when the air touched her bare skin, but the sight of it drove me so wild that it wouldn’t be a problem for long. I didn’t even wait to get them off her completely--once they were down past her knees, I lunged back in at her waiting pussy.

It was as beautiful and delicious-looking as the last time I touched it. Sure, I’d been with women before, but when I looked at Haley from her exposed pusy to her messy, bunched-up skirt and blouse to her blushing, desperate face and dark hair, I knew the real reason I never had a serious relationship after her.

There was nobody else like her.

I pressed my lips to her velvety lips, breathing deeply as I felt her wetness and heard her gasp. My stubble brushed against her soft, sensitive skin while my lips got wet with the honey already on her.

“How long have you been waiting for this?” I rumbled into her folds.

“Since I first saw you in the restaurant,” she confessed in a whimpering tone, and she brought her hands down to my head, running her hands through my hair greedily.

I could not hold back another second.

I let my tongue out, and I got my first taste of her honey in my mouth in so long. The first touch electrified both of us. Her sigh was sharp and quick, and she gripped my hair, trying to pull me closer. I was going to take my time savoring this, though.

My tongue ran over her lips and teased at the clit, lingering there just a little longer before going back down to the base of her lips and running up the length of her slit over and over again, painfully slowly. The buildup to her clit was almost painful for her, and she writhed desperately, whimpering.

“Fuck you,” she whispered, catching on to how I was tormenting her. “God, please, Chase!”

I grinned as I ran my tongue over her again and again. Finally, I let my tongue dip down a little deeper into her pussy, and she tried to clench her legs around my head. But I had perfect control over her, even with my face buried in her.

I teased her like that for longer than I would have under other circumstances, but I wanted to see just how much I could wind up this poor woman before I let her go.

My tongue delved down into her and ran all the way up to her clit, and this time, I let the tip brush against the sensitive nub for a fraction of a second. She yelped, pushing her hips up, but I brought my head back. She wasn’t going to steal a little pleasure from me. She’d take what I gave her, and nothing more.

I was just as cruel as I was back in college.

I waited a little longer before touching her nub again, and I loved how swollen and needy it was. Her whole pussy was hot, wet, and desperate, even though I’d hardly done anything to her.

And despite myself, the heady scent of her honey started to get to me.

I thought about all those times in the shower when I’d needed to just get off, my cock in my hand in the steaming waters. Every time, Haley’s was the body that swam through my head as I stroked myself. And now, the memory was a reality in my hands. When that thought overwhelmed me, I couldn’t bring myself to torture her anymore.

I let my tongue kiss her clit, lavishing it with attention, and she let out a long, soft sigh of pleasure. When she bucked her hips up, I just kissed her harder, my whole mouth over her sweet velvety lips while my tongue darted to her clit over and over again. I picked up a steady rhythm that her body responded to immediately.

She tried to writhe and squirm, but I gripped her hips firmly and pinned her down to the couch. The tip of my tongue hit her clit over and over, never slowing down, never losing its strength, until finally, I felt her nails digging into my head and her thigh squeezing as hard as she could.

“Chase, Chase, fuck I’m going to-!”

She let out a long, sweet, beautiful sigh as I felt her wetness cover my face, and I brought my whole face down to her entrance and kissed it as deeply as I’d kissed her face, wallowing in her orgasm as it shook her whole body.

When I raised my head from her lips and looked at her, I was looking on a ruin. She was limp and breathing heavily, her face flushed red with desire and satisfaction as she stared up at the ceiling, eyes lidded.

My heart thrummed with hunger for her.

I gave her pussy one last, long lick to clean her up, and she gave a whimpering shudder before I crawled up to her face and kissed her lips with the wetness from her pussy.

When I broke the kiss, I scooped her limp body up in my arms and stood up.

“Oh my God, Chase,” she moaned as I carried her to the bedroom. “I…”

“Don’t say anything,” I growled softly. “I’m not nearly done with you yet.”

She giggled as I tossed her onto the bed, and before she could even sit back up, I tore my shirt off and kicked my shoes off to dive onto her, making the huge mattress bounce and creak.

I seized her in my arms and kissed her, letting my tongue explore her mouth and silence her while she kicked her hose off her legs under me. As she did, my strong hands worked her little buttons undone and pulled her shirt off, and the next moment, her bra was gone, too.

I stood up on my knees and glowered down at her with hunger. She was naked in front of me, red-faced and dizzy with need as I was.

There was no going back, now, not unless she asked me to stop.

When she didn’t, I reached to my pants and undid the buttons.