A Friendly Engagement (22 page)

“I have a confession, too,” she groaned.

He ran his hand along her side, cupping her breast, teasing her nipple with his thumb. “What’s that?”

“It’s more of a fantasy than a confession.”

“I’m all ears.” His dick throbbed as he let his imagination run wild.

She bobbed in the water, holding herself above with her hands on his shoulders. Omar slid his palm past her breasts and up the column of her throat. He brushed his mouth against hers, and then ran his thumb along her full bottom lip.

“If you keep that up I won’t be able to tell you about my fantasy.”

He pulled back and dropped his hand to cup her rear and tug her close. She wrapped her legs around him tighter, her sex rubbing against his already engorged flesh.

“There are condoms in the room, and I want you to make love to me in that massive shower. Press me up against the cool tiles of the wall, my legs wrapped around you like they are now, except I want your body filling mine…”

He captured her mouth in a bruising kiss. Their passion ignited and took control. He couldn’t keep his hands off her, and he didn’t want to. She sucked his tongue into her moistness, biting the tip as she rubbed against him. When he didn’t think he could take another minute without entering her sweet sex, he pulled back. He could barely breathe, think, or focus on anything but her.

“How ’bout it? Can you handle that?” she teased, grabbing his length and stroking his flesh up and down in a slow, tantalizing motion.

“Mmm.”

This time she claimed his mouth. Slow, soft, her kiss possessed him with an innocence that turned him on even more.

“Let’s get out of here.” He moved toward the shore, lifting her out of the water still wrapped around his middle. Once they hit the sand, she slid down his front, trailing her fingertips along his chest, stomach, and finally dragging them softly over his length as they separated. Her eyes held his, he couldn’t look away. The delicate breeze dried their skin in seconds, and the moonlight cast her center stage in a surreal glow. She slipped her dress over her head and it fell against her body in a soft wave. She looked just as sexy putting her clothes on as she did taking them off.

She leaned into him and brushed his mouth with hers.

Chapter Thirteen

Devi held Omar’s hand as they spilled into their room, laughing. “I’m so glad we aren’t in the other wing. Not that I don’t want to be social, but I like our privacy. Oh, and thanks again for the awesome piggyback ride. I hope it didn’t wear you out, because you’re going to need all your strength here shortly.”

“Promises, promises.”

When she tried to steer him into the bathroom, he tugged her toward the bed and grabbed a condom from the bedside drawer. “Good thinking. I’m glad you decided to bring along the industrial-size box of condoms,” she teased.

He shrugged, tweaking her nose. “You know I’m always prepared.”

“It’s the one trait about you that I truly admire. Especially now.”

She grabbed his mouth for a quick taste and walked him backward toward the bathroom. They tripped on the edge of the bed and fell across the ocean blue comforter. He rolled her underneath him. She parted her legs, and he shifted until he lay between them. The feel of the soft cotton comforter against her back and his hard body on top sent a thrill of anticipation through her. She squirmed beneath him, enjoying the friction. If only he were naked. If only she were naked.

She tugged at his shirt, working it up his back, digging her nails into his spine.

“The shower…” He breathed against her neck as his mouth trailed the column of her throat.

She bucked against him, making his already hard erection swell and throb.

Devi scooted out from beneath him. His grunt of disapproval sent tingles across her ultra-sensitive flesh. She took his hand and turned toward the bathroom. He came up behind her, pressing his front to her back. She wanted to explode as his erection strained against his shorts between her butt cheeks. She wiggled against him, and his soft groan sent another wave of heat to her sex.

She might never get enough of him. The more she got, the more she wanted.

Once inside the bathroom, she shooed his hands away when he tried to lift her dress.

“You take care of your clothes. I’ll take care of mine.” She slid one strap at a time over each shoulder and let the light material slide down her body to pool at her feet.

He lifted his shirt over his head and tossed it to the floor. Her eyes traveled across his sculpted chest sprinkled with the perfect dusting of hair, powerful and wide.

He licked his lips, and the space between her legs pulsed in anticipation. She could feel herself grow wet as his eyes darkened and traveled down her body. Her nipples tightened in response, and she rubbed them with her palm to alleviate their sensitive tips.

His head fell back and he groaned. “God, Dev. Don’t do that. You’re driving me crazy.”

She grabbed his hand. “Then do it for me.”

A fresh rush of heat poured through her as their eyes locked. He teased one nipple, then the other. Her body came to life as his fingers rubbed and pulled, and then he dipped his head to graze the rough line of his jaw against one tip before sliding his tongue around the edge and then pulling it into his mouth.

She wanted to die. Her legs quivered and shook. He must’ve felt the sway of her body because he wrapped his arms around her. She sagged into him, legs shaking, giving herself up to the pleasure. Savoring the feel of his tongue taking control.

Her head fell back as his tongue trailed from one breast to the other. In between licks, he teased her with small bites and gentle nips.

“Gawd. You’re killing me.” Her fingers trembled as she raked them down his six-pack, yanking his zipper south and pushing his shorts down his lean hips. They fell to his feet, and he kicked them off to the side, sheathed himself in a condom, and then reclaimed her mouth.

He walked her backward to the edge of the shower, reaching behind her to adjust the water as his tongue did crazy things to the inside of her mouth.

She leaned back to take a breath, to focus on something other than her own desire. But she couldn’t. Her entire body had become one large nerve ending. “I can’t stand it, Omar. You need to take me now.” Her body quaked with an urgency she didn’t know she possessed.

He lifted her into his arms, cupping her rear in his strong hands. He kneaded her flesh, and the cleft between her legs begged for relief. Water washed over them, becoming an accelerant to her already aching desire.

She arched her back as he pressed her to the cool tile wall, digging her nails into his shoulders and then sliding them upward to tangle in his hair.

“Hurry, Omar. I need you.”

His mouth met hers in an instant. Heat, passion, fire flared between them as he plunged his tongue deep inside.

She writhed against him. Her moans and his grunts mingled with the steam filling the stall. Devi pushed against him, begging with her body to give her some release. He lifted her until they were nose to nose, positioning her over his length. Then he entered her with one powerful stroke.

She gasped, stunned for a moment from the pressure of his bulk inside her. Then she moved with a raw urgency, matching his thrusts with her push. The tempo increased as their breaths and pants bounced off the tiled walls. The water washed over her head, down her face, and she blinked it away as she studied the lines of Omar’s face.

Gawd, he looked good fucking her.

Beautiful. Controlled. Strong.

His jaw tightened and relaxed as he thrust in and out. His mouth parted in pleasure. He opened his eyes and held her gaze as he pounded deep inside of her. The sounds of their shallow breaths and the urgency of their bodies sent shudders of pleasure over her flesh as they moved toward their climax.

Her hips ground into him. The tile at her back giving her the leverage she needed to take the full burden of his thrusts. She could feel herself beginning to come apart. Her toes ached, arched, and curled. Shivers engulfed her feet and calves, thighs, and then shot straight to her core. Seconds later, every nerve ending in her body exploded, and she closed her eyes as white streaks blazed across her eyelids and Omar’s hands dug into the flesh of her behind.

Devi rolled over and reached out to feel Omar’s heat. Her hand connected with a cool pillow instead. She opened one eye, stretched, and yawned, smiling as she eyed the clock. Omar had gotten an early start. Each representative from the various planning companies had agreed to meet with William this morning for a group presentation so that William could lay out his goals, hopes, and ideas for the future, and then he’d meet separately with each candidate to see how they meshed.

Although she missed waking up with him beside her, the time apart would do them both good.

Maybe put things into perspective.

She could already feel the change in herself. Her feeling of normalcy had disappeared. Her body hummed with a constant tingle of excitement and anticipation whenever she knew they’d be together. The sensation scared and thrilled her at the same time.

For someone who didn’t want a relationship, she seemed to be moving in that direction pretty damn quickly. Omar had become the sunshine in her life, the idea that put a smile on her lips, an all-consuming thought. She grabbed his pillow and hugged it, reveling in his smell.

Don’t let this all go to your head.
Who knew what would happen when they arrived back in their everyday world? She’d been seduced by the sun, sand, and Omar.

Laughter filtered up through the window, and she padded across the floor to peek outside. She hid behind the flowing curtain to hide her nudity. Several of the kids had set up the croquet set, and Cindy and Gwen’s husband, Paul, were busy showing some of the older kids the ins and outs of volleyball. Definitely her kind of day. Omar could stay behind closed doors; she’d take the sunshine and volleyball anytime.

She eyed the laptop on the bureau across the room. Or should she start researching P.I.s? Her plan to hire one as soon as they returned home would go a lot faster if she took some time to research now.

She also needed to call Grams. When she’d talked to her last week she’d promised to call today, but her usual excitement about chatting with Grams wasn’t there. Guilt consumed her for not telling her grandma everything going on. She couldn’t miss the concern in Grams’s voice when she’d skirted several questions so that she wouldn’t have to come right out and lie.

A rowdy cry from outside and then shouts followed by laughter caught her attention again. She’d make an effort to research later. And, as for Grams, she’d call her tonight. Later in the evening, about the time Grams went to bed. That way she could keep it short and sweet because Grams didn’t vary from her strict schedule and wouldn’t want to take a long phone call.

For now she wanted to bask in another sunny day and have some fun with the others. Volleyball would be the first chore to scratch off her list.

…

Omar made his way into the kitchen and poured himself another cup of Joe. Already two cups over his limit, he needed the caffeine after his late night with Devi to concentrate on all the conversation with William and the others.

He smiled as images of Devi’s face in the throes of passion filled his head.

Hell, the woman was incredible. She made him
feel
incredible.

He took another mouthful of coffee and wandered toward the windows overlooking the pool area. The sky overhead had changed from clear sunny blue to gray clouds. The wind had picked up and rain loomed on the horizon. None of that affected the others outside as they swam, played badminton, and smacked the ball over the volleyball net.

He sought out Devi’s form and relaxed against the windowsill when he found her. His feelings had already grown. Every time he thought about her he couldn’t help but think of the future. What the hell was he doing? What the hell were
they
doing?

She’d definitely be in his future, but to what capacity? And at this point, could they even go back to being friends and nothing more? He couldn’t imagine not being able to take her in his arms, hold her, kiss her, and peel off her clothes. Just watching her now had his dick throbbing in anticipation.

What’d happened to his father’s words? Business first and always. Omar didn’t need a distraction, but he had one. If he broke things off, would he lose his assistant, his friend? And if he didn’t would Devi eventually expect more?

Or would he?

Omar ran his hand through his hair and frowned. He loved his mom even though she’d hurt him deeply. He’d struggled watching his parents’ marriage. All he knew was that together they’d been a disaster. They’d both wanted something different.

But Devi wanted the same things he did. Didn’t she?

Neither of them was interested in having a family. Both were professed workaholics. They could handle this no-strings-attached relationship without letting their attraction spill over from the bedroom to the boardroom. Couldn’t they?

He smiled when Devi jumped and spiked the ball across the net, and then gave Paul a high five when both Cindy and Sue hit the sand laughing. Devi’s hair flowed around her shoulders, and her laughter shook him to the core but at the same time soothed him.

He could watch her all day. She made everything fun. An adventure.

A flash of lightning streaked across the sky just before large drops of water pelted down seconds later, hitting the panes of glass in large splotches. The crack of thunder had everyone scurrying to put things away as the wind kicked up.

Except Devi.

She lifted her hands in the air and flung her head back. Within seconds she was drenched from head to toe. She twirled around, and her laughter sifted through the open windows.

Several of the little girls ran up beside her, grabbing her hands. They danced in a circle. Even among the dreary gray, Devi was a ray of sunshine.

“Thank you, rain gods. Thank you, rain gods,” one of the little girls sang.