Promises (2 page)

* * *

Alexandra lay in bed, the vibrator close at hand. Replaying the details of her latest experience, she wondered if a man could ever match up. A ghost of a smile haunted her features. She shook her head before turning into her pillow, plumping it up, and nestling in. Closing her eyes, she fantasized about a life changing experience and the man of her dreams. A blast from the past settled over as she recalled her mother’s words. Or, to be more specific, her requirements. Fiona wanted grandchildren. A relationship with the father wasn’t required, just his sperm so Alex could conceive. The thought never failed to drench her in cold water.

She pushed
those demands to the back of her mind and snuggled in, abandoning herself to all her most wanton and warped thoughts. She dreamed of having sex outdoors, where just maybe she’d be caught. And then there was her ideal fantasy, two men, drop dead gorgeous of course, and just her. They’d listen to her demands, taking her body to the heady delights of orgasmic bliss. She pressed her thighs together. The hint of a naughty smirk played on her lips as she slept. Her dreams transported her to an ideal erotic plane of existence where she enacted the scenes she’d devoured with a ravenous hunger from her beloved books.

* * *

Solomon ambled into his room and shrugged out his jacket. Pouring a drink, he glanced at the bag lying on the floor and wondered where the hell it had come from. Dismissing it, he tossed the drink back and welcomed the burning sensation in his throat. Solomon wasn’t drunk, just pleasantly relaxed, on that sweet edge of tipsy. He moved towards the bedroom. Not bothering to flick the light on, he closed the door behind him with a quiet click.

His glance lit on the distinct shape of a woman’s undulating body bene
ath the sheets. And he smiled. Knowing damn well that Teresa was aware he was staying here tonight, he guessed this was to be a surprise.

Without hesitation
he stripped out of his clothes.
After
dropping a condom onto the bedside cabinet, he slid beneath the sheet and pulled her towards him.

* * *

Alexandra frowned. Her whole body was on alert as a smattering of stimulating sensations racked through her. She groaned deep into her dream, needing to discover that sweetness once again, the ache in her stomach and nether regions becoming unbearable. She rocked against it, crying out for release, desperate for it. Arching her back, her eyes remained closed as she edged closer towards her goal.

* * *

His hands cupped her breasts and he paused, knowing at once that this woman wasn’t Teresa. In fact, he couldn’t think of anyone with tits so big that they spilled over his large hands. He paused, uncertain, until he felt her rub her naked ass against him with a suggestive invitation. As a low kittenish mewl reverberated around him, he shivered. Suddenly an electric pang of pure adrenaline shot across his body. He snuck an arm around her waist, amazed how tiny it was, and pulled her tight to him. His erection pressed hard against her and his thumb teased across her nipple, rolling it and drawing it out. It pebbled beneath his fingertips.

He nuzzled her neck, welcom
ing the scent of soap and woman. The tip of his tongue traced a dewy path across her collarbone. Skating upwards. He gently nipped her ear before flicking his tongue inside. With a wicked ease, he devoured her from the outside in, savouring the taste of her skin as his lips grazed a tantalizing path. She was tempting, welcoming, and his whole body quivered as he led up to the feast he intended to indulge in.

* * *

Alexandra refused to open her eyes. She was enjoying this dream too much. Her vibrator lay redundant on the bedside cabinet. She was unable to believe how real it felt, her stomach stretched tight with tension. Pushing against her dream lover, she turned in his arms, needing to touch this fleeting pleasure. Her hand travelled in an unhurried crawl across his chest. Her fingers scrambled with an excruciatingly slow trickle downwards, past the curling hair and undulating muscles, firm and hard.

Gliding further.

Navigating a flat stomach, at last she reached her goal. She grasped a rod of velvet steel in her hand.

* * *

Solomon sucked in his breath at her touch. He didn’t know or care who this mysterious woman was but he couldn’t believe the powerful response she was summoning from his body. The blood pulsed through his veins, hot and vibrant. Molten lava pushed through his bones, melting them and dissolving every rational thought. He dropped his head to her breasts, huge breasts that he’d only dreamed of, his for the taking. Flicking his tongue over a dark nipple, he took it in his mouth and slurped on the darkened aureole as he would a lollipop. With a greedy lick, his tongue caressed, soothing, sucking the edge with a firm gentleness. A grin curved his lips when he heard her sweet soft mewl.

He shuddered at the touch of her hand
scraping down the length of him, slow and almost experimental. He couldn’t wait any longer. He wanted her with an acute pain he’d never experienced. With a swift expertise, he slid a condom on and settled over her, nudging her thighs apart, and edged forward. Lithe legs wrapped around his waist, and inch by mouth-watering inch he slid deliciously deep, filling her. Pausing for a brief scrap of a second, he savoured the sweet tightness that surrounded him. He began to move. Driving hard into her, he ground, slapped, and gyrated his hips against hers. A tremor zigzagged down his spine beneath the incessant scratching of her nails scoring his back and urging him on.

* * *

Alexandra rocked her head from side to side. Taking her dream to the limit, she melted into the riot of sensations that smashed through her body. She welcomed him thrusting into her. Every riotous nerve responded in sinful delight to the tortuous sway of hips that thudded against hers.

S
he bucked with a frantic urgency, taking him until he was base deep, his balls slapping in a manic rhythm against her ass. The tip of his tongue traced the contours of her lips. He pushed her mouth open, his tongue slating across hers. She sank into the kiss, sucking, twirling and taking. The familiar reaction began to scramble deep in the base of her stomach. It was an ache so sweet it left her groaning aloud against his mouth before she shuddered to the most brilliant climax of her life.

Alex
flicked her eyes open and stared into the shadowy face of a stranger shrouded by the darkness of the room.

“Nice surprise
.” He grinned down at her. “Very nice.” His eyes narrowed as his gaze swept over her.

“Oh my G
od, I thought you were a dream.” She stared up at him in horror, still not moving. She felt him deep inside and shut her eyes tight, convinced she’d wake up with her vibrator. Peering out again, she tried to suppress the groan, unable to believe she’d just had the most amazing sex of her life with a stranger. She unwrapped her legs, which had been wound tight around his waist, let them fall to the bed.

“I’m no dream
, honey. You’ve got me in the flesh, so to speak.” His blue eyes blistered over her.

“Do you mind getting off me
,” she hissed, her temper rising to her defence. She pushed against what appeared to be a brick wall. She flicked her arm out and switched the bedside light on.

T
hen she wished she hadn’t.

She stared in shoc
k at the most drop dead gorgeous man she’d ever seen in her life. His cerulean blue eyes twinkled with mischievous intent, and his thatch of dark hair was tousled where she’d raked her hands through it, urging him on. “Who are you and what the hell are you doing in my bed?” She realized he still hadn’t budged, and as she attempted to wriggle from beneath him she felt him move inside of her.

He t
ouched her at that exact spot she loved, and she cursed her fanny’s traitorous reaction.

“I was about to ask you the same
question,” he said, admiring the view. He looked down into her furious green eyes—testimony to her mass of bright red hair—and the porcelain skin that was almost translucent. His eyes followed her jaw where he’d trailed a path with his tongue and he swallowed, flashing her a smile.

His sexy little
-boy-lost grin.

Which
didn’t work.

“This is my room
,” she insisted. “Number six, now get the hell out.” She placed her hands flat against his chest and tried to push the rock off her, ignoring the crazy urge to suck his nipples.

T
he hairs on his chest tickled as they brushed against her breasts when he leaned over. Her sex clamped down on him, twitching in response. Alex wished she could control the sensations he was summoning with his seriously satisfying dick.

H
e picked her key up, his brief glance taking in the large pink vibrator. He dangling the key in front of her. “This says number sixteen.”

“Shit!”
She stared at it and cursed, struggling to move, and felt him harden.

“Fancy a re-run
? I’m sure I can do better than that thing.” He nodded towards her toy whilst he rubbed and circled against her, his intent obvious. His hips rocked in a languid rotating motion, and her body responded. Her eyes clouded and her tongue flickered out to lick the outline of her swollen lips.

Alexandra lay still, debating whether she should resist the
deep-rooted urge to shag him senseless. She wanted to experience what she’d only ever dreamed of, what she’d read about. No one had even come close to this stranger. She discounted the fact her experience was seriously limited.

“
What’s your name?” she breathed. The question puffed out, her decision made. She itched to run her hand across the dusting that shadowed his firm chiselled jaw.

It was u
nbelievable what she was about to agree to. Never in her wildest dreams had she thought she could do it. Until now, buying a vibrator had been her most decadent action. She slapped all sensible thoughts to one side, shoving away the person she was, consigning her to a closet. She would let loose the person she wished she could be. For just the one night, she would free her inner self.

“Solomon
.” His voice a soft caress, he continued to push into her with an unhurried ease. His hand trailed along her thigh in a smooth, slow crawl. He gazed down at her huge creamy breasts, pink nipples beckoning, already smoking beneath his smouldering gaze.

“I’m Alexandra
.” Giving him a slow smile, she nibbled on her lip. “Knock the light off.” Looping her arms around his neck, she pulled his head down.

She d
otted a trail of tiny kisses along the edge of his lips, tasting him. She shivered beneath his warm breath and encouraged him as he began to drive hard against her. And she was lost, surrendering to the myriad of shocking vibrations that splintered through her body. She craved his touch with a desperation she’d never experienced.

A
nd she knew she wouldn’t see him again. Giving free rein to all the sexual fantasies that she’d only ever read about, she was determined to make the most of his body for the one night she had him.

* * *

Solomon yawned and stretched, his hand slapping the bed as he reached for her. His eyes flicked wide open when he realized he was alone in the bed. He propped himself up onto his elbows, his gaze travelling around the room. But he knew she’d already left.

“
God damn it!” he swore. Flinging the sheet back, he strode naked from the bed, his tanned body gleaming in the early morning light. He grasped his jeans with short jerky motions and slammed his legs into them. He was determined to find out who she was. As he moved around the room, looking for traces of her, he spotted a piece of paper on the nearby table.

Picking it up, he unfolded it
.

Thanks, stranger. You made my night and gave me some very happy memories. Have a good life.

xx

He shook his head and slipp
ed his shoes on before heading down to Reception.

Without preamble
, he snapped out his orders to the male receptionist who stood peering up at him.

“Sorry
, sir. I can’t divulge those details. It’s against company policy.” With a flash of a smug smile, the receptionist ended the conversation. He turned to his companion behind the desk, who was shaking his head furiously in warning.

“You’l
l give me that Goddamn information or you can get your sorry ass out of my hotel!” Solomon snarled, glaring down at him. His rapid breathing was the only sign of his rising temper.

The receptionist looked
to his colleague, who nodded in confirmation. The receptionist closed his eyes and turned, his face blanching a sick white. “Yes, sir. Straight away, sir.” Flustered, he pulled the register out and flicked with a rapid speed through the pages. “Number 16, yes, a Miss Alexandra Powell.”

“And her addres
s?” Solomon asked smoothly. If she thought she was walking out of his life after giving him the most mind-blowing sex he’d ever had, she could damn well think again. Because what Solomon wanted, he got. And right now what he wanted was her delectable ass back in his bed.