Modern Girl's Guide To Vacation Flings (14 page)

"Beth…" He tried to pull back, but she followed.

"No, don't think about it. I'm not asking as Beth, your pretend girlfriend or Beth, the girl you held hands with on the plane. I'm asking as the woman you thought was beautiful standing in the moonlight."

His look turned into liquid heat and he took her mouth again without answering. But he didn't have to say it; she knew he wanted it just as much as she did. He took her hand and led her to the elevator. They raced their way through the hallways like a couple of teens, trying to behave on the way. Instead of heading for her room, Matt guided her through an unfamiliar hallway until they reached his. It didn't matter. Actually it was better this way. Now she could be with him, and still maintain that distance she needed. Distance they both needed.

By the time the door closed, he had her pinned against the wall, his hands pressed on either side of her face. "You know, I don't care what happened this afternoon, I'm just glad we ended up here," he said and kissed her.

His kisses were slow and unrushed, soft yet demanding. He applied just the right amount of pressure and knew how to use his tongue. Fuck, the thought of him using his tongue on other, more private places almost had Beth begging for him to drop on his knees right there.

And they were just getting started. After thoroughly ravishing her lips, he lowered his head to kiss her neck. Unashamed, she threw her head back giving him more access while her hands ran through his hair, encouraging him. Not that he needed the extra prompting. Matt was single minded in his pursuit. He nibbled, suckled, and licked the pulse points along her neck and collarbone, causing every cell in her body to vibrate with need.

It was almost too much to handle. She needed to feel his bare skin against her own, right now.

"I need to have this off." Beth slid a hand down his chest and unbuttoned the rest of his shirt until her fingertips found the solid planes of this chest. His muscles tensed as she brushed her fingers along every hard expanse available.

His hands, in turn, were all over her dress, stroking and pressing. And while she was really getting off on his attention, she wanted the damned thing off. Matt took a step back and swore, his frustrations matching her own.

"Where the fuck is the zipper on that thing?"

She started to laugh. Matt frowned. His eyes burning with heat and he didn't see the humor in the moment. Beth realized she only had seconds to get the dress off before he decided to test the strength of the seams. She eased down the hidden zipper under her arm and the dress pool at her feet. Next, she unhooked her bra and deposited it on top of the discarded dress.

She stood there in just her barely there thong and let his heated gaze devoured her naked flesh. He moved to the button of his pants and removed the rest of his clothes, keeping his eyes locked on her. Beth watched his every move with just as much carnal interest until he was down to just his boxers. But instead of continuing where they'd left off, Matt picked her up. Before she knew what was happening, she found herself flat on her back in the middle of the bed, and he was on her. His attention increased with renewed abandon.

He sucked and nipped at her breast while his hand teased her everywhere at once. The heady sensation had Beth drowning in pleasure. She lost track of where his hands, lips, tongue pressed into her skin until she was panting, ready to beg for him to take her. She reached inside his boxers and stroked his cock. His hard length throbbed in her hand, and she wanted it inside her.

"H-hold on," he breathed, shuddering as she stroked the length of him. "Fuck. You need to stop or this is going to be a really short night. Let me get a condom."

Beth loosened her grip and pressed her forehead against his. "At least one of us is thinking clearly," she sighed. She always used condoms. Hell, she provided them to her interns so they'd be safe. It wasn't like her to get carried away. She had an implant, but that didn't mean they shouldn't be safe.

Matt slid off the bed and rifled through his clothes. When he returned, instead of picking up where they'd left off, he started at the inside of her knee, tracing a line with his tongue.

She lifted to her elbows and tried to lean up.

"Lay back," he said, voice low and commanding, but she couldn't tear her eyes away from the sight of him. Slowly, he kissed a trail up the inside of her thigh. When his mouth reached her sex, he just tucked the condom into her panties and shot her a wicked grin, as if to say, "I'll get to that in a minute." If it were possible to come from just a look, that one would have done it for her. He moved to the other leg, giving it equal attention. Matt worshiped every inch of her exposed skin, until finally he hooked a finger in the band of her panties and pulled down, letting the condom fall to the bed.

Thank God, because Beth was past the point of reason. She was ready to beg. But instead of putting on the condom, she felt his hair brushed the insides of her thighs as he lowered his head. He sucked her clit into his mouth and stroked it with the tip of his tongue.

"Oh God," she groaned, and fisted the bed cover.

He chuckled, sending delicious vibrations to her core. He sucked and teased her with his tongue until her whole body was strung so tight she thought she was ready to shatter.

"Enough. I want you to fuck me, Matt," she said. "I can't wait."

She tried to pull away from the magical things he was doing, but he grabbed her hips, stilling her movement. "Not yet. I've been waiting to have you laid out naked before me for two days now. I'm going to make this last."

He went back to sucking and stroking her with his tongue, letting his fingers slide inside her aching pussy. He curled his fingers and pressed just the right spot as if he had a map to her need. Not easing his attention to her clit, Matt continued slowly stroking her g-spot, until she was screaming her release. Her whole body shook in the aftermath, tiny tremors running across her skin even as the orgasm faded.

Smiling like the proverbial cat, Matt retrieved the condom package from the bed where it had fallen and tore it open with his teeth. He shifted to his knees and kissed her before leaning back to put it on. The taste of herself on his lips was wickedly sensual.

She could have stayed like that forever, but Matt was ready to move to the main events. He positioned himself between her legs. His now sheathed cock slid against her sensitive clit, and she pressed up greedily, wanting to feel him fill her. But he stayed there, teasing her entrance.

"I could have stayed down there all night," he said, slowly rocking his hips against her wetness. "I loved feeling you come against my tongue."

"Matt, please." Not at all ashamed. The anticipation was boiling over, and her world was focused on just this moment. "Please. I need you to fuck me."

"That is the sexiest thing I've ever heard. Say it again."

"Damn it. Fuck me."

With one firm thrust, he entered her. Beth closed her eyes, savoring the full feeling of having him deep inside her. It was exactly what she needed. Shifting beneath him, she lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist. The change in position allowed him to penetrate even deeper. She half moaned, half sighed with the feel of him.

His lids had drifted low, hooding his eyes as they found a rhythm. Gone now was the flirtatious teasing from earlier. Left in its place was a burning need that was devouring them both.

"Beth," he said, his voice straining with the effort. "I'm not going to last. I want you there. Tell me what you need."

"Just don't hold back," she said, feeling her own orgasm just over the horizon. "I'm close."

Matt growled low in his throat and gripped her hips tight, raising her body off the bed. Sliding one hand between them, she stroked her clit along with his thrust. That gave her the extra push she needed and she fell over the edge. Beth cried out her release, shattering in his arms.

"Fuck." Matt pressed his face into the crook of her neck, thrust a few more times, and shuddered through his own release.

Perfection. Just what she needed; a release after a really crappy night of self-doubt. And Matt had been perfect. She was a very physical person and he knew exactly how to push all her buttons.

The silence in the room was broken only by their heavy breathing. Basking in the post-orgasmic glow and still a little tipsy, Beth started to drift off. Neither of them seemed ready to break the spell. Matt shifted, tucking her under his arm and she snuggled in close. His warmth felt good and she relaxed.

Just as she was falling asleep, Matt started stroking her hair. Just like Robert use to do after sex. She was pulled out of the moment with the reminder and turned to get up. Sensing her movement, Matt broke the silence.

"Fuck," he huffed in a long breath.

Well, evidently, he wasn't one for pillow talk. His vocabulary had been reduced to that one word. The absurdity of the thought struck her, and Beth started to laugh. Maybe it was exhaustion coupled with the liquor, but she just couldn't stop.

"A less secure man might have a problem with you laughing." He leaned up on one arm and looked down to where she was lying, still laughing. "Should I be worried?"

"Don't worry. I'm not laughing at you. Well, not exactly. That was all just a little unexpected, but in a good way." Beth rolled over and mounted his hip. "And trust me, hon. You have nothing to feel insecure about. That was—" She paused to grind her hips against his, then closed her eyes and breathed. "—fantastic."

The friction, plus that husky moan of hers, had his dick getting hard again. Their encounter had been hot and fast, but now he'd like to try it again, a little slower. However, just as he was about to pull her down to start the festivities again, Beth hopped off the bed.

She took a few steps from the bed and stopped, looking around. "Holy shit." She shot a stunned look at him, then surveyed the room again. "How did you get this room? My travel agent told me she booked the biggest room available." She spun back around and pointed to the alcove next to the closet, accusingly. "You have a dressing area with a vanity."

"I think there are only six suites on the ship. My sister booked them all."

Not paying any attention to him, Beth stalked to the bathroom, still naked, and turned on the light.

"Holy shit," she repeated. "You have a real bathroom with a tub. You've seen the bathroom in my cabin. I've been in outhouses that are bigger than my bathroom. My entire bathroom can fit in your shower. I can brush my teeth and shave my legs from the toilet." He could hear her from inside the bathroom now. "Oh, my God. Your shower has body nozzles. You know what? Screw this, I'm taking a shower."

The water came on, and it was his turn to laugh. He got out of bed to join her and felt the room spin. He had a few too many drinks at the reception, especially after she'd left, and he'd skipped dinner. From the shower, Beth started singing "Brown Eyed Girl" at the top of her lungs, and remembering the tequila, he started to worry that maybe she'd had too much to drink. He just hoped she wouldn't regret sleeping with him in the morning.

Matt picked up the phone and ordered some food and coffee before getting one of the robes from the closet. He walked into the steam filled room to leave the robe. She'd moved on to The Clash and was dancing under the spray to the beat of the song. The sight was hypnotic. Like an old fashioned peep show, she wiggled and moved through heavy layers of steam, rocking her hips to the beat of the music. He only caught glimpses of bare skin now and then.

"Should I stay or should I go?" She continued to sing unaware of his presence. The song choice seemed apropos for the moment, as if she was mulling over how she was going to spend the rest of the night.

Watching her slick, wet body move, he hoped she'd stay. And that was unusual for him. He found it easier for everyone involved if his sexual partners didn't spend the night, but Matt wouldn't mind waking up and enjoying her body again in the morning light.

The knocking at his door broke the spell. "There's a robe for you," he called over the noise. "I ordered some coffee and Danishes. I'll set things up."

He waited for her on the deck, enjoying the cool night air. While it wasn't exactly how he'd imagined things would happen, he was glad she'd made the offer. But Matt still wanted to know what had spooked her. He'd come up with all kinds of reasons. At first he thought his bold comment on the dance floor had come off too strong, but she seemed right there with him at the time. He remembered the way the men at her table salivated over her at lunch. He alternated between visualizing her with one of them and imagining one of them doing something inappropriate. And then there had been that tense conversation with the Senator.