Chapter Three
They had been walking in circles, or maybe it just seemed like circles. Tate wasn’t sure. All of the blood had drained out of his brain as soon as Zoe rubbed her hips against his on the dance floor. The resort was a collection of buildings, and it seemed as if they had passed the main one at least twice in his effort to find the parking lot. Now he stood in front of a sign that pointed toward a cluster of hut-like structures and boasted of gorgeous ocean views.
Tate didn’t give a fuck about ocean views. He just wanted to find his motorcycle. With every step, it was becoming harder and harder to think. It didn’t help that Zoe was sliding her hands over him suggestively at every opportunity.
“Do you know where you’re going?” she asked with wide-eyed innocence.
No. “I thought this was the way to the main parking lot.” He glanced over his shoulder where the sounds of the pool party rose up in the distance. This wasn’t getting him anywhere. Perhaps they should head back to the bar. At least there, he could ask someone for directions. “Maybe we should head back.”
“The main parking lots are on the other side of the resort.” She giggled and tugged him toward the huts. “It will take too long to get there.”
“What about my motorcycle?” His bike was an extension of him, a symbol of his rebellion against his father. He felt the need to show it to her. For some unexplained reason, he wanted her to love it as much as he did.
“Later. Right now I just need somewhere private.” She pulled him down the small gravel path, tugging him through the maze of huts until they reached the farthest one. Large, flowering bushes surrounded several hammocks, which in turn surrounded a large fountain. As she guided him to one of the hammocks on the far side, Tate noticed that the fountain was in the shape of a half-naked woman pouring water from a jug.
“I’m sorry I got us lost,” he said.
“We’re not lost. We’re right where we’re supposed to be.” She let go of his hand and took several steps back toward one of the hammocks.
“Here?” he asked, glancing around at the buildings.
“Why not?”
“People are staying in these huts.”
“Not all of them, I’m sure. And even if they are, they’re probably at the party. The bushes provide enough privacy from people walking by.” She held her hands out to the sides and smiled suggestively. “What do you think?”
Thinking? Tate was beyond thinking. She had him all tied up in knots. She was so uninhibited, so refreshingly honest. She was everything his family wasn’t, and that made her irresistible.
“It’s perfect,” Tate said as he closed the distance between them. He wasn’t talking about the view. This woman was just what he needed to put the argument he’d had with his father from his mind.
Stop acting like a child and come home, Tate.
“Never,” he murmured as he slid his fingers into her hair. Palming the back of her head, he kissed her hard, letting the last restraints on his desire go. She immediately opened up to him. As she dropped her purse and threaded her arms around his neck, Tate blanked his mind and let his hunger take control.
“Wow,” she said when they finally parted. “That was…”
“Amazing?”
“Exhilarating.” She squeezed his fingers and turned them both until he stood next to the hammock.
“There’s more where that came from.”
“I’m counting on it.” She gently pushed him back into the hammock until he sat in it sideways, with his feet dangling off the end. Before he could process what was happening, she straddled his hips and framed his face with her hands.
Tate’s entire body became hard, and his cock ached where it pressed against his jeans. He reached around and grabbed her backside, holding her close as she slid her tongue into his mouth.
Suddenly, the sound of footsteps on the path seemed a little too close. They froze.
“I’m so glad that event planner is going to talk to us tomorrow. I have so many ideas. Just think of it—a pirate theme! I can hardly wait to talk to her.”
Zoe pulled away and put a finger over Tate’s lips. They waited silently as the voices on the other side of the bushes faded away.
In that moment, Tate had a moment of clarity. Zoe was the event planner at the resort, and his boss, at least for the moment. She had no idea that the person she was about to fuck was the very person she’d been complaining about just hours ago. He knew that he should stop this madness and tell her the truth.
“I have something to tell you,” he said.
“Let me guess. You want to plan a pirate wedding at the resort, too?”
He snorted. “No.”
“Good.” She smiled and reached down to the zipper in his jeans. “Because I haven’t had time off in about a month. I want just one night to be myself, where I don’t have to think about planning parties.” She undid his pants. “In fact, I don’t want to think at all.” She reached inside his jeans and slid her fingers over his cock. “Is that okay?”
“I—yes, ma’am.” Hell, yes. As far as he was concerned, he had tried to tell her. His conscience was clear. It wasn’t his fault if she didn’t want to talk.
Hell, he wasn’t up for conversation, either. Not when she was giving him that shut-up-and-fuck me look. He groaned as she pulled his cock out of his pants and eased down onto the ground in between his legs.
“You’re much bigger than I’m used to,” she said as she slid her fingers over his length.
“Used to?”
She nodded and tightened her grip around his base. “My vibrator’s too thin. I’ve been meaning to get another one, but I haven’t had the time.” She leaned forward and swirled her tongue over the tip of his erection. Pleasure raced through his body, turning his limbs to stone. He watched in fascination as she circled once, twice, then flicked the bead of moisture from the end of his cock into her mouth.
“Wow,” he whispered.
“You like that?”
Like it? He loved it. “Do it again.”
She smiled and slid back until her feet touched the ground. “Yes, sir.” Reaching in between his thighs, she positioned his cock at her lips and slowly glided her tongue over the top.
Tate groaned as desire flooded his veins. This woman was good, too good. If she kept this up, he was going to explode before they even began. He needed to stop her, but lacked the strength to do so. Grasping the hammock, he steeled himself against his rising sense of urgency as she slid her tongue up and down his shaft. Once, twice… The third time, she flashed him a wicked smile and wrapped her lips around the tip his cock.
“Sweet mother of…” Tate gasped as her hot, wet mouth eased over his length. He watched her move down as far as she could go, then retreat and repeat the process all over again.
“Yes,” he whispered as pleasure tingled up and down his spine. “God, yes.” When she started to speed up, he grasped her hair and directed her movements, slowing her down so he could enjoy every inch of that wonderful mouth. “Easy now, darlin’. That’s it.” His southern accent thickened as he felt the back of her throat. “As much as I want to come into that sweet little mouth of yours, I don’t want to finish too soon.”
She retreated from his length and looked up at him. “No?”
He shook his head. “Of course not.” He eased his fingers away from her hair, tracing the sides of her heart-shaped face. “We have all night, darlin’, and I plan on makin’ good use of it.”
Standing, she removed her panties from underneath her skirt and kicked them aside. “That’s the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me. And that accent—” She climbed up into the hammock and straddled his hips. “Please tell me you have a condom.”
Shit. He knew he had forgotten something.
“It’s okay,” she said, guessing his answer from his expression. “These are the honeymoon huts. I’m sure they have condoms and other sexual toys in the rooms.” She winked and slid off his lap. “Guests in these huts get a special welcome basket.”
“A-a basket?” He pushed out of the hammock. “How big are these baskets?”
She giggled. “Big enough to hold everything we need.” She brushed her fingers over his length and turned toward one of the buildings. “I’m sure there’s at least one vacancy around here.” She picked up her panties and purse, then grabbed his hand. “Come on, let’s go.”
Tate hurried to stuff his cock back into his pants in case they ran into anyone while on the path. This woman’s sexual abandon had just blown off the charts. She was so needy, so hot for him, that she wanted to break into one of the rooms and fool around on one of the beds. It was wild and crazy and absolutely irresistible. Damn, he needed this woman. He needed her now.
She started to pull him toward one of the buildings, but he stopped her. “Are you sure about this? I mean, this is breaking and entering. Once we go into one of the rooms, there will be no turning back.” He was referring to hotel policy, which undoubtedly stated that breaking into people’s rooms was a felony. But he was also referring to them having sex. Despite her bravado, he wanted to make sure that she was okay with sleeping with a stranger. He knew what it was like to feel regret, and wanted to make sure she didn’t have any in the morning.
Smiling, she closed the distance between them and gently kissed his cheek. “I don’t want to go back. I only want you inside of me.” She stepped away and dragged him toward one of the huts. “Now come.”
Tate wasn’t an idiot. He had a beautiful woman practically begging him for sex. He did what any hot-blooded guy in his situation would do. He followed her.
…
This was crazy. Zoe had never done anything so impulsive before in her life. Between the demands of her job and caring for her mother, she had been buried under schedules and to-do lists for far too long. Now this man, with his handsome sea-green eyes and rough, calloused hands, was tempting her to lighten up and have an adventure. The more time she spent with him, the more reckless she wanted to be. Sex with him was going to be incredible, she just knew it.
And nothing was going to stop that from happening, not if she had any say in the matter.
“Boost me up,” she said when they reached the window of the first hut.
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me—give me a boost.”
The sexy stranger did as she asked, which only made her want him more. As she rose in the air, she grasped the sill of the window and breathed a sigh of relief. It was open. Thank Heaven for small miracles.
It didn’t take her long to shimmy into the hut. When she hit the floor, she took a minute to catch her breath, then looked around. Their luck was holding out. There were no suitcases, toothbrushes, or smartphones. A small basket sat on the far side of the room, filled with a champagne bottle, two glasses, and…
“Condom flowers.” Zoe couldn’t help but laugh. She had found out how to make them on the internet, and had suggested that they leave them in the honeymoon suites as part of a welcome package for newlyweds staying at the resort. She and her boss, Carrie, had argued over them for months until Carrie finally saw what they looked like.
“How cute!” she had said.
How cute, indeed. Guests had loved them, and over the past year, they had become one of the resort’s signature gifts. Plucking one of the flowers from the package, Zoe put down her purse and undid the ties around the stem. “Bingo.” She flicked the condom with her fingers.
“Are you okay up there?” Mr. Sexy asked from down below.
“Found it!” Zoe leaned back out the window and waved the condom in the air. “Come around to the door. I’ll let you inside.”
She was waiting for him when he got there. Grabbing his hand, she pulled him inside the hut and closed the door behind him.
“Should I—” Before he could finish the sentence, she kissed him. Now that she had found the condom, she didn’t want to talk. She wanted to have fun.
Mr. Sexy seemed to take the hint. Never breaking the kiss, he grasped her waist and positioned her so that her back was against the wall. She groaned and eased her arms up around his neck as he leaned into her, pressing his erection into her lower abdomen. The man was quite the kisser. His lips felt firm, yet smooth, and they called to her, coaxing her away from reality.
He moved his hands over her sides, sliding them up and down as if memorizing her curves. She drove her fingers into his hair and rubbed her leg against the outside of his thigh in silent invitation. With each passing second, her sense of urgency grew. When his palms finally landed on her backside, Zoe moaned her appreciation. In response, he curled his fingers into her flesh and lifted her into the air.
Zoe broke the kiss with a gasp and wrapped her legs around his waist. He pressed into her, and the feel of his hard cock against her inner thigh created a fire deep inside her core. He moved from her lips to her neck, kissing and nibbling until she felt as if she were going to burst into flames. She tore at his shirt, desperate to get it off so she could feel his skin next to hers. Sliding her fingers over his chest, she tilted her head back and opened herself up to him, letting all rational thought go.
“I need to be inside you, Zoe,” he murmured against her skin.
“Then what are you waiting for?”
Zoe yelped as he abruptly pulled her away from the wall and carried her to the bed. After placing her on the mattress, he sank down on top of her and captured her lips once more. She loved how his firm body felt against her skin and imagined how good it would be to have all of that power and masculinity driving into her core. Groaning against his mouth, she unhooked her legs and spread them apart in silent invitation.
When they came up for air, he straightened and tugged off his shirt, then dragged her across the mattress until her hips were situated on the edge. The movement caused her skirt to roll up around her waist, exposing her lower half. She started to kick off her heels, but he stopped her. When she gave him a questioning look, he flashed her a seductive half smile.
“Keep them on,” he commanded.
His voice made her skin tingle with awareness. How could anyone sound so sexy? That southern accent should be illegal. She nodded to him and then fisted the comforter in anticipation. He sank to his knees and rested her legs on his shoulders, then lowered his head between her thighs.
Oh boy. Zoe closed her eyes and whimpered as he slowly kissed his way up her inner thigh. Those lips felt amazing, and as he inched closer, Zoe’s anticipation grew. She wanted to feel him inside of her, consuming her. She could only imagine how good it would be to have his tongue slide against her inner walls.
Her breathing quickened as he approached her upper thigh. She tightened her fists as he kissed the skin around the edges of the fabric. Then he pulled away and started the same, delicious torture on the opposite leg.
“You don’t like it?” he whispered when she made a frustrated sound.
She opened her eyes and found him watching her. “No. I mean yes. I mean—oh God, don’t stop.”
He chuckled and resumed his sweet torture, every minute driving her higher and higher. When he reached the other side of her panties, he kissed her skin, and she mumbled under her breath as she spread her legs wider.
“What did you say?” he asked.
She unfisted the comforter. “I said, stop teasing me.” She grabbed his head and directed him back to her body. He slid his tongue over her opening, and she groaned as she felt his wet tongue through the thin fabric of her underwear.
“Oh God,” she whispered as she watched him work. He wasn’t even touching her and she felt as if she was going to explode. She could only imagine what would happen once he was inside her.
Then his finger pushed her panties aside, and she moaned as he swept his tongue over her sensitive skin. It felt amazing, and she curled her fingers into his hair as pleasure spiraled through her core.
Around and around he went, teasing her skin and causing her to spiral out of control. Sliding one hand under her hips, he tilted her up and flicked his tongue in and out of her opening.
“Yes.” She let go of his head and leaned back onto the comforter, letting the pleasure wash over her. As he eased his tongue up and flicked her clit, a jolt of desire raced through her, causing her to see stars.
“More.” She couldn’t remember ever having felt so needy or so desperate. The world around her faded away until there was only his tongue and the wicked way it made her feel.
Setting her back down on the mattress, he used his fingers and spread her wider apart. He hummed with satisfaction as he dipped his tongue deeper into her opening and caused her to squirm.
“Oh God, yes.” Sliding her hands under her shirt, she cupped her breasts, squeezing them as he feasted on her core. Higher and higher she climbed, until it felt as if she was about to burst. Then he replaced his tongue with his finger and the added sensation caused her to whimper in desperation.
He moved in and out of her body, first with one finger, then two. As he spread her inner walls, he flicked his tongue over her clit, and the small jolts of pleasure spread through her entire body like fire.
She pulled down her bra and pinched her nipples, desperate to reach that unseen goal. Growling his approval, he continued to feast on her body until she felt as if she was balancing on the edge of something vast and amazing.
She was hovering on the edge when he nipped her clit…and her body exploded into spasms of delight. Pleasure cascaded through her, and she moaned and squirmed in his firm grip as she rode out the mind-numbing ecstasy.
He never stopped, but instead slowed his movements, lengthening the ribbons of pleasure until every muscle in her body felt spent.
“Condom,” he said as he slid her legs off his shoulders.
“What?”
“Where’s the condom?”
Good question. She stared at him, dumbfounded, and tried to remember what happened to it. She’d had it at the door, but then, he’d pushed her up against the wall and—oh.
Mr. Sexy had removed his clothes, and his long, hard cock came into view. She moistened her lips and pointed to the doorway.
“Dropped it.”
Thankfully, he didn’t need any more direction. He hurried over to the door and picked up the condom on the floor. Returning, he slipped it on and eased her legs apart once more.
“You’re so beautiful when you come,” he whispered as he positioned himself at her opening. “Now, do it again for me. I want to feel it.”
She groaned as he pushed himself inside of her, stretching her to the point of breaking. They both moaned, and he kissed her with as much passion and desperation as she felt. Despite having just orgasmed, Zoe felt hungry once more. Hungry for passionate, mind-blowing sex. Hungry for him. There was something about this man that made her insatiable.
When his hips touched hers, she opened for him, allowing him to push a little bit deeper.
“That’s it,” he said as he lifted his weight up onto his elbows. “God, you feel so good.”
“You do, too.” She reached up and slid her fingers through his hair, holding him close as they began to move together.
“Hold on, I have an idea.” He grabbed a pillow from the top of the bed and slid it under her hips. Doing so changed the angle of his thrusts, making him drive deeper. Zoe moaned and clung to him as he pushed into her body over and over again.
Their voices blended, and the temperature in the room rose. The sweet friction burned her core, and it didn’t take long before she was hovering on the edge once more.
“I’m close,” she said.
Adjusting his weight, he reached down between them and rubbed her clit. Zoe arched her back and groaned as pleasure swept through her body, numbing her mind to anything but bliss. Her core tightened, and as she hugged his cock, his movements became more jerky and desperate. Then she heard him cry out, and with a low, masculine noise, he tumbled over the edge with her into oblivion.
For a long moment they hung there, suspended in time and space, feeling nothing but the ecstasy of the moment. Then the pleasure began to fade. When her stranger got up to take care of himself, Zoe was overcome with a sense of loss.
She pulled her aching and tired body under the covers and watched him dispose of the condom. When he returned, she pulled back the blankets and made room for him in the bed.
“That was amazing,” he said.
She grinned as she settled her head on his chest. “Yes, it was.” She hesitated for a moment before adding, “There are more condoms in the basket, you know.”
“The basket?”
She waved over at the basket on the table. “We make them into flowers.”
“Condom flowers.” He chuckled and brushed the hair from her face. “I don’t want to use them all up, though. What if whoever has booked this room needs them?”
She shrugged. “I can replace them tomorrow.” She repositioned her head so she could see his raised brow. “Come on, I’m game, if you are.”
“You’re insatiable, you know that?” he said as she moved up to kiss him.
“I have a lot of tension to work out.”
“Evidently.” He slid his arms around her hips and spread his fingers over her backside.
“Which means…” She rolled over and straddled his legs. “You are going to be in for a busy night.” She sat up and slid her fingers over his nipples, causing him to groan. She smiled as she felt his cock stir beneath her again. “Hope you don’t mind.”
“Oh, I don’t mind, darlin’. I don’t mind at all.”