NOX REACHED FOR the lapels of the robe and teased them apart.
“Hey, Mrs. Witt,” I reminded.
“Do you know how badly…” His husky tone was thick, sending tingles through me. “…I wanted to look under your robe the other night?”
I rested my hands on his arms, making no effort to stop him from doing exactly what he wanted. “No, how badly?”
He loosened the sash from around my waist. As the tie fell dangling in its loops, the robe gaped open, revealing just the sides of my breasts. The warm pad of his finger skirted across my skin, moving the satin aside. With my breasts fully exposed I looked up and quickly away. His pale gaze swirled with an intensity that reverberated to my bones. With nothing more than his eyes, my breathing hitched and nipples hardened.
I had absolutely no control or willpower when it came to this man.
Nox lifted my chin, bringing our eyes back to one another. His lips gently touched mine. I moaned as his fingers captured my pebbled nipples.
“Very, very badly.” His velvet words were a blowtorch, melting my insides. “I imagined what I’d find.”
I leaned into him. My head, suddenly heavy, fell backward as he continued to caress my breasts.
“I already knew you were stunning, ravishing even. I knew you had a smile that beckoned, holding me captive. In the short time before you left me alone in my suite, I saw a glimpse of the depth of your intelligence and humor. Your quick wit still keeps me on my toes.” He released my breasts and pulled me tight to his t-shirt-covered chest. “But I still didn’t know what was under that robe.”
I was lost in his words.
“Do you know what I found?” he asked.
I shook my head.
“I found an alluring body. Enticing breasts that I could caress for hours because I love how you respond. Your nipples fascinate me. I love how they not only harden but how the color darkens when you’re aroused.” His lips twitched as he stole a glance at my aroused nipples. “And your pussy… I found heaven inside of you. The way your body hugs me, the way it shudders as you come apart.” He kissed me again. “My imagination wasn’t even close to what I found.”
The world no longer registered. Nox and I were lost in the fog of him.
“Excuse me, Mr. Nox,” Mrs. Witt called from the hallway. I turned away and quickly fastened my robe.
Nox laughed. “Mrs. Witt, your timing is impeccable.”
“I’m sorry, sir. I thought you should know that you have an email. I believe you’ll want to see it before your… your plans for today.”
“Thank you, I’ll take a look.”
Her footsteps disappeared.
“Your housekeeper reads your emails?”
Nox walked to the other side of his desk and looked at his computer screen, but his head quickly snapped upward at my question. “Housekeeper? Mrs. Witt isn’t my housekeeper.” A smile snaked over his lips. “I can’t tell you any more. No information. I believe that was your rule, Miss Moore.”
I knew what he meant. I knew he was referring to our lack of last names. He was right. Who Mrs. Witt was, what her job entailed, or even its description, were none of my business. I reached for the cup of coffee that I’d set on the edge of his desk.
“Because of you, my coffee is cold.”
He was deep in thought with whatever he was reading. My words hung unanswered in the air, until he looked up. “I’m surprised. I thought it was getting rather warm in here.”
I blew him a kiss, purposely avoiding the other side of his desk. I didn’t want him to think I was looking at his email. Although, the fact that it more than likely contained his last name did run though my consciousness. “Nox, I should go back to my suite.”
“No, stay.”
His command wasn’t said with any urgency, but the lack of request didn’t go unnoticed.
“I’m interrupting you.”
“No,” his tone was brisker. “This asshole is interrupting me—us. This won’t take long. I’m going to call him and put this to rest, at least for now. His sense of urgency and mine are different.” Nox walked to where I was standing, and the menacing gleam that was heroin to my system flashed in his pale eyes. “Today my only urgency involves you. What would you like to do today?”
“I don’t want to be the cause of any problems. I’d hate to have you lose your job or account or whatever that is, over me.”
He caressed my cheek. “None of that is your concern. Don’t give it a second thought. Now about today: I know what I wanted about a minute ago, but we have all day. Would you like to stay here, go to the pool…” He added with a smirk, “Maybe we can see Max?” When I only pursed my lips, he went on, “Or the beach. We could rent a yacht. Have you eaten?”
I shook my head. “I still need to go to my suite and get some clothes. I don’t think this robe or my black dress make very appropriate beachwear.”
“Then the beach it is.” He tilted his head. “You know, if we stayed here and swam in the private pool, what’s under that robe would be perfectly acceptable.”
“Mrs. Witt?”
“May take the rest of the day off. She has family nearby. I think I can tell you that without breaking our rule or having to kill you. That’s part of why she traveled here with me.”
“Oh, but then who will read your emails?”
He pulled me close, our bodies molding together. “If you take a shower here, I’ll have the shop downstairs send up a swimsuit in your size.”
My head continued to move back and forth though I now had to look up. The result was my hair swaying over the satin on my back. “That’s not necessary. I have plenty of—”
His finger touched my lips. “Size…” He eyed me up and down. “…4?”
“Yes, well before all the meals we’ve been eating. I’d go with a 6 now or maybe an 8.”
Nox smiled. “We had a good amount of exercise last night, but… if the 4 doesn’t fit, we’ll need to add more cardio to our schedule.”
I didn’t know if I could take more cardio. “Fine,” I said as I pulled away, but before I turned to leave, I asked, “Where’s my phone?”
“In the bedroom. It’s plugged in. I turned off the sound.”
Nodding, I went in search of my phone and a shower while Nox went back to his email.
“WHERE ARE YOU?”
“ARE YOU SPENDING THE NIGHT WITH MR. HANDSOME?”
“OMG YOU AREN’T ANSWERING. YOU ALWAYS ANSWER.”
“ARE YOU DEAD? TELL ME YOU’RE NOT DEAD.”
“IT’S AFTER TWO. YOU ARE SPENDING THE NIGHT!!!!”
“YOU DID IT! GO GIRL! OMG, ARE HIS BALLS BLUE?”
“HIS EQUIPMENT????”
“HE’S A LOOKER NOT A PRODUCER… AM I RIGHT?”
“IT’S OK IF IT WASN’T GOOD.”
“OR WAS IT SO GOOD YOU CAN’T RESPOND?”
“SEX COMA???”
“NO MATTER WHAT, I WANT DETAILS.”
“OK, NOW I’M WORRIED. IT’S MORNING.”
“SHOULD I CALL HOTEL SECURITY?”
“CALL ME! SEND A TEXT. YOU GET MAD WHEN I DON’T KEEP IN TOUCH.”
“I’M GIVING YOU ONE MORE HOUR… THAT’S IT.”
Tears blurred her texts as I scrolled down them and laughed at my best friend.
Well, that was until I got to the last message. I didn’t think Nox would appreciate hotel security busting into his suite. I was beginning to think that maybe he didn’t work for anyone, but no matter what, I didn’t want anyone thinking he’d done something wrong.
He’s done nothing wrong.
Even the thought of things he’d done right twisted my insides.
I checked the time Chelsea sent her last text message against the clock. Shit! I only had ten minutes to spare.
I touched the CALL icon.
She answered on the first ring. “Where the hell are you? Are you still with Mr. Handsome? I was just about to—”
“Stop. I’m fine, well…” Blood filled my cheeks. “…better than fine, really.”
“Better than fine,” Chelsea repeated. “I’m listening.”
I turned away from the bedroom door and covered my phone with my hand. “Chels, I’m standing in his bedroom wearing a robe. I’m not giving you any details—yet.”
“Just one, I need to know…”
“I thought you’d be…” Nox said, as he entered the room.
I spun toward him and pointed at the phone.
“So?” Chelsea asked.
“Not blue,” I answered with a grin.
“Oh girl. I need more.”
“Chels, I need to go. I’ll be by our room…” Nox shook his head no as the menacing gleam I adored grew. “…or not. I’m spending most of the day with Nox.”
Though I was talking to Chelsea, Nox had my full attention. He twisted the button inside the doorknob and stalked toward me. When he was mere inches away, he mouthed locked. Shook his head and quietly whispered, “No Mrs. Witt.”
“Chelsea, I need to…”
Nox’s gaze held me captive as he removed the phone from my hand and hit the red disconnect button. When he placed it back on the bedside stand, I considered protesting, but didn’t. Movement and speech were beyond my ability. Simple life processes were now my concern. Filling my lungs with shallow breaths was difficult. My heart had a new rhythm. Rushing blood filled my ears and prickled my skin. My body was hypersensitive to everything—the satin of the robe and the scent of desire.
Nox’s movements were deliberate and predatory as he tugged the sash of my robe. I arched my back and gasped for air as his lips seized one of my nipples and he pulled with his teeth. Musk and need filled the room as he lifted me to the bed and slowly removed the robe from my shoulders.
He led me back to the bed. The searing stare he’d given me at the pool the day we’d met was but a tepid glance compared to the way he looked at me now. In this moment, our roles were clear. I was his for the taking, vulnerable to his whims and malleable to his touch. He had complete control.
I’d never been as exposed or felt as worshipped.
That was what Nox did: he worshipped, adoring my body—every inch. Beginning at my ankles, he kissed the insides of my legs. Slowly, his attentions moved upward until I nearly pierced the soft sheets with my fingernails as his tongue and lips devoured my tender core. With my essence on his lips, his assault continued until our tongues danced. By the time we made it to the shower, my body ached from satiation as well as wanton need. Though he’d brought me to soaring heights, he’d yet to fill me.
Chelsea was wrong—Nox had the equipment. Running my grasp up and down his stretched skin, I wordlessly told him what I’d screamed in the gas station. I wanted him. I needed him inside of me.
I couldn’t contain my smile as he produced the small silver packet from the shower shelf. Using my teeth to open the condom, I wantonly sheathed his rock-solid erection.
With the warm water washing over us, Nox lifted me against the tile and granted my desire. Clinging to his shoulders, I buried my face in the crook of his neck. Each thrust moved him deeper, pushing and stretching. My moans echoed within the glass stall as I sucked the saltiness from his skin.
Though my mind questioned my ability to find the high he’d already provided, my body knew better. The more he fanned the flames of my desire, the more my muscles tightened and toes curled. Higher and higher we flew until our blaze of passion exploded, leaving us both victim to the spectacular detonation. With a guttural growl, he collapsed against the wall, pinning me in place. With the water still falling, waves of pleasure washed through me.
When our eyes met, his lips curled into his sexy smile. “I don’t have the words,” he said. “Amazing seems woefully insufficient.”
A GENTLE BREEZE blew the sheer curtains of our cabana bed. The covering did little to shield us from the sun or from the other patrons as we rested upon the soft mattress.
“I don’t remember the last time I spent an entire day like this.”
I rolled to my side, planted my elbow and popped my head on my hand. Staring into his pale eyes, I asked, “So you work a lot, even when you travel?”
He pulled me closer, flattening my breasts against his bare chest. “I do. I’ve had a few meetings since I arrived. That’s what brought me here this week.”
My cheeks rose. “I’m glad you had those meetings.”
He tucked a rogue strand of hair behind my ear and caressed my cheek. “Me too.” His menacing grin returned. “Have you spoken to your sister?”
My ongoing deception tugged at my conscience. “You mean since you so rudely disconnected my call.”
“Yes, but I didn’t hear you complain. Oh, I heard you,” he smirked. “But it didn’t sound like complaints.”
“Back to your question.” I couldn’t think about what we’d done. If I did, I’d want more. “I did talk to her, why?”
“I hope she doesn’t mind my stealing you for the rest of your vacation.”
I shrugged. “We live together for now. So I think we’ll be fine.”
“I’m glad I heard your answer to her question.”
I leaned back and narrowed my eyes. “What question?”
Nox rolled me over until my head was upon the pillow and he was over my chest. Raising his brows, he said, “I may have seen a few texts when I plugged in your phone.”
“You looked at my texts?”
“No, I plugged in your phone and they were there. And…”
My irritation floated away with the sound of the surf and the kiss of his lips. “And,” I replied, “I told her your balls aren’t blue.”
Nox laughed, his chest vibrating against mine. “Not anymore.”