Falling for Fate (6 page)

Screw it. He reached out and stroked her face. Unable to get enough of her soft warm skin, he palmed her cheek, using his fingers to tug her face closer to his. “Tell me what you need. Tell me what’s wrong. Just…tell me
something
.”

She pulled her full bottom lip in with her teeth and he went so hard it was painful. But he didn’t break eye contact.

“I need to
feel
something,” she whispered. “Something good. Something to make me forget.”

The force of the emotion behind her words hit him like a fist to the chest. Normally such potent desperation surrounding a woman sent him running. Fast and far. But this time, his body ignored the urge to turn away and head for the hills.

Lowering his lips to hers, he gave her a soft kiss. She opened to him and he let his tongue plunge into her warm, wet mouth with everything he was worth. She didn’t back off, didn’t scream, slap him, or even try to stop him. She pressed her gentle curves against his body and wrapped her arms around his neck.

God, she tasted good. Felt so good against him—perfect, actually. Her fingers slid into his hair and he grabbed her ass and lifted. She wrapped those long, luscious legs around him and let out a little moan of pleasure that nearly broke him.

Woman knew what she wanted—he’d give her that.

He walked them over to a dip in the sand where they wouldn’t get wet but wouldn’t be visible either and lowered her onto a flat patch. She never once let loose of his mouth or his hair.

This was nuts, but who was he to ignore the temptation of fate?

Except…he was about to take over a multibillion-dollar dollar company. And it was his dad who thought with his dick, not him.

Groaning, he pulled back from her velvet mouth. He braced his arms and propped himself above her. “Please tell me you’re a consenting adult.”

Please, for the love of God!

She grinned, sending an impish little smirk up at him that caused his heart to stutter. “I’m a twenty-two-year-old graduate of UT. Hook em’, Horns.” She did something with one of her hands, winked, and continued. “I have degrees in marketing and finance and am about to move to New York to start my new job as an assistant to the director of mark—”

He didn’t let her finish. Twenty-two was all he’d really needed to hear. Sliding a hand between her legs as he familiarized his mouth with hers, he gave in to the desire to push her as far and hard as she was willing to let him.

Gripping fragile, lace panties, he pulled until he was holding scraps of fabric in his hand. He let them fall on the sand before he resumed his exploration.

Holy mother, she was soaking wet. If he got to put his dick inside her, it would be heaven. He stroked the slick folds and sucked her bottom lip. The sounds she made in response made his cock throb.

“Baby, I don’t know how far you’re willing to go, but I’m about to reach the point of no return.” He spoke softly against her lips, and she arched into him.

“I-I don’t want you to stop.”

“Yeah, I got that.” He pressed a finger deep inside her. His own eyes threatened to roll back in his head as hers did. She was the tightest he’d ever felt any woman be. Almost too tight for his
finger
. “I’m happy to get you off, beautiful, but I’m going to have to limp back home if we don’t stop soon.”

She answered with a moan and his grip on reality began to slip. He wanted to tear the fragile dress off her sun-kissed skin, memorize her entire body with his tongue before he buried himself so deep inside that she could taste him. As wet as she was, at least one of them was going to come until they blacked out.

“Dammit to hell, I have to stop. I’m sorry. I
have
to.” He pulled his finger out of her and put it in his mouth, tasting her sweet flavor.

Her eyes widened as she watched. “Please. Please don’t stop. I can’t take any more rejection tonight. I can’t.
Please
.” Tears began to fill her eyes and he cussed himself and whoever the stupid bastard was who’d rejected her before.

“You don’t even know me,” he said quietly, lowering onto his elbows but still not pressing his weight into her.

“That’s why it has to be you,” she answered just as low. “I did everything right. I waited. I followed all the rules. And they… And I… You know what? Never mind. I don’t know what came over me.” She shoved at his chest, but he didn’t back off.

“Wait. Just wait a damn minute.” He brushed his nose against hers. “Tell me what you want. If you promise me you’re not drunk, I’ll do whatever you tell me to.” How this enigmatic woman possessed so much control over him already, he had no idea.

Propping on her elbows and staring directly into his eyes, she licked her lips. “I am not drunk.”

“Tell me what you want.”

Her chest pressed against him when she took a breath. “I want you to fuck me. Here. Now.
Please
.”

Christ. Well, okay then. No need to make her say it twice.
Though he did love the way those words had fallen from her lips. He sat up and pulled his shirt off over his head. She glanced from side to side and began to pull her dress up.

Grabbing her hands, he shook his head. “Leave it on. Just in case anyone happens by.”

Like a photographer his dad might have hired to catch him doing something that would prevent him being able to take over the company. As much as he wanted to see every inch of her glorious body, he didn’t want to risk her being exposed like that.

He undid his pants. In the back pocket of his jeans was his wallet. He said a silent thank-you to the gods of spontaneous sex and dug the condom out. She watched him, her gaze steady and burning as he ripped open the foil packet and rolled the latex over his length.

As soon as he was done, she spread her legs and cradled him between them. Her vulnerable expression extracted honesty straight from his core. She was nervous, still with him and practically trembling in anticipation, but nervous. He offered her the best reassurance that he could with all the blood draining south of his brain.

“I’m not good at much. I’m a fuck-up of a son, I couldn’t be in a relationship if my life depended on it, and I might be about to run my family’s business straight into the ground.” He slid his erection through her gloriously primed folds. “But this? This I can do so well I could gold fucking medal in it.”

She whimpered as he sank into her. Damn sand was everywhere and it did not provide the resistance he wanted. His knees slid, unable to get the traction he needed.

“After we’re finished here, I’m carrying your sexy ass back to my beach house and spreading you out on my bed so we can do this right.” The declaration surprised him. He’d never taken a woman to his room at the beach house—his conquests were happy to settle for guest rooms. But this woman he had already pictured in his bed and now he had to make it so.

She shivered, and he pressed himself in deeper.

Before he could get all the way inside her body, something inside fought against him, restricting him. He thrust harder and felt the barrier break, granting him the full access he ached for. The second he was all the way in, his dick was surrounded by liquid fire.
Motherfucking shit.

A gargled sound escaped her throat, and he watched helplessly as she bit down hard on her bottom lip, her angelic face twisted into an expression of pain.

Shock washed over him as hard and cold as an actual wave from the ocean would have. “What the—”

He couldn’t finish his sentence because the woman he was still inside shoved her fingers against his mouth. She shook her head. Her eyes were lethal as they bored into his.

“Do. Not. Stop. I mean it. I’m a grown woman. A consenting adult. I want this. So show me those gold-medal skills. Now.”

Her walls throbbed around him. He was so turned on that he could hardly fucking breathe. And he was outright terrified.

He wasn’t just giving this obviously wounded woman a quick fuck on the beach to make her feel better like he’d thought. She was giving him, a complete stranger, her virginity.

What the hell did that say about her? Before he could voice these concerns, she kissed him hard and deep on the mouth and he returned her enthusiasm. Lashing his tongue against hers, his hips set a steady rhythm he hoped they could both handle.

He wanted to be perfect for her even more now. Wanted to imprint himself inside her so no other man would ever be able to measure up. What the hell did that say about
him
?

He gripped her hard—too hard, probably—but she deepened the kiss, so he didn’t let go. Licking her neck, he made his way south. He let his teeth graze the exposed swells of her breasts. She moaned louder.

Oh yeah. He was going to make her scream. Damn, he wished he’d told her his name so she would have something to scream. There’d be time for that. This was just to take the edge off. He’d break her in and spend the rest of the summer inside her if she was willing.

When her tight walls began to grip and clench him hard and fast, he lowered his mouth even more. Using his chin to maneuver the fabric out of his way, he licked and sucked until he found a nipple. He pulled it between his teeth and she writhed beneath him. Grinding himself harder into her, he went in search of the other nipple. When he found it, she arched so hard off the ground that she almost bucked him off her. Her fingers dug deep into his back and shoulders.

“Easy, baby.” He kissed his way back up her throat and whispered in her ear. “If I’d known I was the first, I would’ve tasted that sweet, virgin pussy.”

She came so hard that he felt every convulsion, inside and out. She rocked and jerked and shuddered to the point that he would’ve thought she was seizing out on him if he couldn’t feel her pleasure around his cock.

Her breathy sounds filled his head, even drowning out the ocean beside them. Combined with the aggressive assault her walls were launching on his dick, it was too much. He let go and spiraled out into ecstasy right along with her.

When they both came back to Earth, he was sprawled across her and panting. He’d been with his fair share of women. Maybe a few other guys’ shares, too. Never a virgin though, and never one who had owned him so completely. Somehow this woman had made him forget himself—allowing him only to focus every ounce of his attention on her. If he could’ve thought straight, he might’ve been concerned.

“Thank you,” she said quietly from underneath him.

He slid out of her, and her body gently rocked against him. A small whimper escaped her throat.
Jesus.
The sound nearly made him hard all over again.

“You’re welcome, beautiful.” He brushed his mouth against hers and sat up. “And thank you right back.”

After pulling the condom off, he pinched it with two fingers and set it aside. Once he’d zipped up and put his shirt back on, he watched as she sat up and drew her knees to her chest. It was like that last half hour hadn’t happened and she was right back to where he’d found her. Except that she wasn’t. He’d changed her. Hell, what they’d done had changed them both.

“Hey.” He knelt down so he could look her in the eyes. She tried to look away, but he placed a finger under her chin and turned her face to his. “Whoever upset you tonight deserves a swift kick in the ass. And also, I’d like to shake his hand.”

Her brows dipped and that same hurt from earlier rippled across her delicate features.

“Because if he hadn’t, you wouldn’t have gone sprinting by my beach house.” His words made her smile, and he grinned back. An unfamiliar sensation of tightness filled his chest, but it wasn’t uncomfortable, just different. “And as soon as I dispose of this,” he said, lifting the used condom off the ground, “I’ll take you to my place and give you the tour. We can shower and get this sand out of all the places where one should not have sand.”

“Okay.” A flush covered her cheeks.

He couldn’t help but grin. She was embarrassed
now.
He winked and kissed her on the forehead.

Glancing around, he saw that the only garbage can was about half a mile up toward the strip of houses and resorts. As he jogged over to them, he had the strangest feeling that he shouldn’t have left her alone. It was dark after all.

He picked up the pace and tossed the condom in the trash from a foot away. A group of teenagers giggling and whispering passed in front of him. He could smell the joint they were handing around.
Ah, to be young.

After they passed, he walked briskly back to the woman whose name he was about to demand. He wished he had his cell phone so he call Keaton and tell him to get everyone out of his house pronto. He’d handle that once he got back to his place though. His fantasies of taking her slow and deep in the shower were running rampant. But when he returned to the spot where he’d left her, they died a screaming death.

He looked in every possible direction. Checked the sand for telltale footprints. There were too many to pick out one particular path.

Lowering himself into the position that mirrored the one she’d been in, he let his head drop to his hands. He’d done everything wrong. She was beautiful. Perfect. Wounded. And she’d wanted him. Needed him. He should’ve refused to give in until she had at least told him her name. Should’ve begged and pleaded until she’d come back to his beach house, where they could talk about whatever the hell had her so upset.