Modern Girl's Guide To Vacation Flings (19 page)

Shame. It just made him want to muss it up all over again.

When they'd reached his floor, Matt stepped around the couple to join Beth in the hall and couldn't resist the urge any longer. He pulled her against him and ravished newly touched-up mouth. Fuck, why was the room so far away, because she needed to be naked and he needed to be buried deep inside her, and not necessarily in that order. But those boots would have to stay. Maybe he'd even talk her into repeating that dance once they were alone, but this time just wearing those boots.

That image alone had his already stiff cock going painfully hard. Thank God they'd finally made it to his room. He swiped his keycard and opened the door, practically shoving her into the room. He stepped in and by the time the door closed behind him, Matt had her pressed against the wall.

Her soft gasp of surprise morphed into lusty moans, as he deepened their kiss. She pulled away and had the dress over her head and on the floor before he even knew what was happening.

Matt lifted her up to straddle his hips and cupped her fantastic ass. Responding with equal fervor, she wrapped her legs around his waist and rocked against his erection, urgent and demanding. Fuck. If he didn't slow things down, he'd have to have her right there against the door.

It wasn't like him to lose himself so completely. Even when he was that horny teen with no control, Matt had still been acutely aware of public image and the family name. But when he was with Beth, he simply lost himself.

However, despite his growing need to have her, Matt knew she deserved better than a hard fuck against the wall. But if he didn't get her to stop rocking her hips, that was exactly what was going to happen.

Taking a deep breath and every ounce of control he could muster, Matt broke their kiss. "To the bed," he finally managed to say.

"In a minute," she said. Pulling on the hem of his shirt, she tried to free it from under her legs. "You need to lose some of these clothes."

"To the bed." He started to put her down, but Beth tightened her grip around his waist.

"I like it right here," she said.

Before he could argue his case, she captured his lips with hers and started sucking and biting. Holy Shit. This woman was going to be the death of him.

Realizing she wasn't going to come willingly, Matt tightened his arms around her waist and carried her across the dark room to the bed. He needed a little distance between himself and the wall before he lost all control and fucked her right there.

When he plopped her on the bed, she let out a high squeal and shifted to the middle. He'd just gotten out of his shirt, when her bra hit him square in the chest.

"Leave the boots on," he said in a low growl before stepping away from the bed in search of some light. There was no way he was going to miss seeing her spread out on his bed in her underwear and those go-go boots.

"Yes, sir." A soft chuckle came from the bed and he could hear her shifting. "What's taking you so long? Do you know how turned on I got dancing for you. I'm practically dripping," she said, purring, and the thong when whizzing past. There was a soft moan, and Matt imagined her sliding a hand between her legs to verify her claim.

Deciding he could skip the light, he tore off the remainder of his clothes. The rhythmic sound of the ocean coming from the open veranda, coupled with the purr of the zipper and their combined heavy panting, filled the room like their own personal erotic soundtrack.

In the dark, Matt used his hands, feeling his way up her body. He didn't need the lights on for what he had planned. His fingers slid past the boot to her deliciously smooth leg, all the way up to her hip. The smell of her arousal filled the air, making his cock ache to be inside her. He grazed a finger through her fold, and she was right, her pussy was dripping wet.

Fumbling for the box of condoms he'd conveniently left on the side table, he made short work of it and slid inside her warmth without the usual foreplay. So much for the slow seduction he had planned for tonight. Their joining was hard and fast, leaving them both breathless and satisfied.

After, Matt took care of the condom, and collapsed back on the bed, kicking himself for the performance. The only thing he could be thankful for was that he'd taken the time make sure she'd come first before he'd completely lost control. He'd wanted tonight to last. But Christ, Beth was just so damn responsive. And vocal.

He wasn't sure what was more distracting, the soft, needy noises she made while he was fucking her or the way she let loose, throwing her head back and screaming her release. Either way, he could spend all night listening to her.

"Fuck," he sighed. "That wasn't how I saw our night ending."

"Hmm," she purred, stretching out beside him in a cat like fashion. "It was exactly how I wanted it to end."

It was still dark in the room. The only light, the faint moonbeams that filtered in through the windows, caressed Beth's still form. As she shifted on the bed, the light spilled over her, highlighting all the curves and valleys he still wanted to explore with his mouth.

"What I meant was I'd planned on taking my time. I don't want you to think my only speed is fast."

"I enjoyed fast," she said. "But next time we can give slow a try."

Next time. Matt stared at the ceiling and thought about next time. Tonight, the sex had been just as good as he'd remembered. No, good was too benign a word. The sex was fan-fucking-tastic.

He didn't want to wait for next time. What he wanted to do for the next hour or two, now that his lust was tamped down, was explore every inch of her hot, sweaty body with his lips until they were both ready to go again. But after the abrupt way she'd left last night, he wasn't sure what to expect from her. So instead of pulling her into his arms and tasting her again, he waited for Beth to make the next move. And waited.

It wasn't until he heard the soft, even timbre of her breaths, that he realized she'd fallen asleep. Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, he found the covers—that had been tossed on the floor at the foot of the bed in the frenzy—and settled in beside her. Content to just hold her, Matt wrapped an arm around Beth and dozed off himself.

Sometime in the wee hours, he woke to find her mouth on him. This wasn't the first night he'd been woken up by a woman, but it was his first wake up blow job. Ripples of pleasure coursed down his length. He was afraid to breathe. Afraid he would break the spell or wake up, realizing it was just a dream. She proceeded to suck him deep into her mouth and it pushed him to his limits.

"I'm going to come if you keep doing that," he said on a sharp inhale of breath.

She drew back until he popped free of her lips. And he wasn't sure if he wanted to sigh with relief or beg her not to stop.

"We can't have that," she said. Retrieving the foil package for the nightstand, Beth straddled his hips and slid on the condom. "Not when it's my turn to be on top."

She leaned back as she rose and slid down his length. Matt reached out to support, but otherwise, let her set the pace, which, no surprise, was fast and hard. He wanted to tell her to slow down, that he wanted to explore and worship at the altar of her body, but he was already too far gone to get the words out.

When he knew he couldn't hold his release for another second, he slid a hand between their bodies and he found her clit, so they could come together.

"Right there," she gasped. "Don't stop."

She threw her head back rode him faster, taking extra care to grind her clit against his fingers. Her moans of pleasure grew louder, and for the first time he worried about his sister next door hearing them. Sensing she was close, Matt grabbed her shoulders and captured her scream of release with a kiss as he shuddered with his own climax.

For the second time that night, he collapsed in a spent heap and was just falling back to sleep, when he felt her get out of bed. Leaning up on his elbows, Matt watched her silhouette as she retrieved her clothes from the floor.

"Leaving again?" he asked. "It's late. You should just stay. I thought maybe we could get breakfast in the morning."

"I need to go. All I have is that mini-dress, if I can find it, and of course, these go-go boots." She pointed to the aforementioned boots, that she still wore after all this time, and laughed. "Not exactly suitable breakfast attire."

"I'll come by your room in the morning then." Hell, what time was it anyway? Was it already morning? "I thought breakfast would be a nice change."

"This morning… Well, yesterday morning was an anomaly. I'm an early riser. And besides I don't do much besides yogurt or fruit for breakfast. When I'm not working, I like to hit the gym first thing in the morning and then just take an early lunch. It would be better if we met up around dinner. That way, I'll get my workout and you can sleep in. You haven't had much sleep and I'd hate to be the one to interrupt your sleep, again."

She'd found her dress and pulled it on. He had seconds before she was out the door. "I don't mind getting up early, if it means spending time with you."

Now he sounded like a clingy lover, but, fuck, she was leaving. AGAIN. Was it too much to ask for her to spend the night and wake up curled against him? He wanted to see her in the early dawn's light. He wanted to enjoy slow, lazy morning sex after a good night's sleep. He needed to have her come against his mouth first thing in the morning so he could have her taste on his tongue all day long.

"Suit yourself," she said, flippantly, bringing him back to the present. "But you need to be at my room before seven. I'm not going to wait."

If she hadn't been halfway to the door, Matt would have pulled her back down to the bed to persuade her to stay with his mouth sucking on her clit. As he recalled, she really enjoyed that. Tomorrow, he thought. Tomorrow he'd take it slow. Really devote the time to pleasuring her, instead of just fucking.

And who knew? Maybe the key to getting her to stay was making her come until she couldn't move. Matt kind of liked the idea. He was ready to call her back and test that theory, but she was already at the door.

"Sleep tight, Matt. I'll see you tomorrow."

Beth had enjoyed sleeping curled up next to Matt entirely too much, but it wasn't the sleeping part that had her running for the door this time. No, it was the direction her rebellious thoughts had turned. Lying there next to him in the dark wide awake after having yet another fantastic orgasm, she started to think about the time they had left.

Would their passions continue to burn, hot and out of control? Would they cool to a slow simmer that would keep her constantly wanting him every second of the day? Or perhaps, it would end like her relationship with Robert. Like a flash fire, intense and hot at first, but gone almost before it had truly begun.

And after they parted ways? When they first met, he'd wanted her to call when she returned home. Was that still what he wanted? Was it what she wanted? How would they make it work with the distractions of life and obligations pressing down on them?

Her doomed relationship with Robert had taught her a few things. Most important was that long term didn't work with her lifestyle. There were too many things that got in the way.

And with that swirling in her head, Beth had to leave. There was going to be no after for them. This was it. This cruise, this vacation, was all they had. Trying to make it anything else was a one way ticket to heartache.

She needed to keep this casual. That meant no falling asleep in his arms and no daydreaming about a future that could never be.

And that's just how she'd carry on. Over the next few days, Beth fell into an easy rhythm with Matt. He'd bring her coffee in the morning, they'd grab a quick snack, and then work out together. Afterward, they'd part ways. She'd make an excuse about some activity she'd planned to attend and he'd play along, saying he had work to do. Inevitably, he'd ask her to a romantic dinner or to attend one of the shows. She in turn would refuse. But they'd meet back up for dinner with his family. And they'd always end the day back in his suite. She never stayed the night.

The whole dance was ridiculous. They spent hours together. They had sex every night, but the boundaries felt safe. The thought of staying the night with him or even a private dinner with him was too intimate. Too much like they were a real couple.

Even though she had a stranglehold on the intimacy, it didn't put a damper on the desire that burned between them. And each night her grip loosened. Their breakfasts spilled over into lunches. They'd meet for before-dinner drinks. She stayed a little longer in his room each night. By their fifth night together, she could feel her resolve weaken.