Game For Love: Game On (Kindle Worlds Novella) (8 page)

She
brushed her lips across his ear and felt him shudder at the contact. “Trent, make love to me.”

He drew in a shaky breath.
“Oh God, I want to but I don’t have a condom.”

“
It’s okay. Just pull out.” She’d obviously gone crazy.

She knew all the risks—disease, pregnancy
, discovery by hotel management who could kick her out for this—and she didn’t care. All she knew was she wanted him inside her and she didn’t care what chances they had to take to make that happen right here, right now.

“No.
Too risky.” He pulled his pelvis back to a safe distance.

Thank God one of them was still thinking clearly.
Becky had probably said the same thing to her imposter almost seven months ago and Laurel had seen where that had landed her—her third trimester.

“
You’re right.” Logical or not, Laurel couldn’t deny her disappointment—until a crazy notion came to her. She let out a short laugh. “Wouldn’t it be nice if the gift shop here sold condoms?”

Trent’s
eyes widened. “I don’t know if it does or not, but I know one way to find out. Wait right here.”

Moving as quickly as she imagined an athlete of his reputation should, h
e swam to the other edge of the pool. In one smooth move he hoisted his perfect body out of the water and onto the deck. Water cascaded off him as he strode barefoot across the smooth stones surrounding the pool.

It wasn’t until h
e lifted the receiver of the house phone located by the towels that Laurel had the presence of mind to wonder who in the world he could be calling.

As moonlight glistened off Trent’s skin and he sent a heated glance in her direction, she started to
not care, as long as he did it quickly and then came back to her.

CHAPTER
NINE

“How may I direct your call?”
The female voice on the other end of the call funneled into Trent’s ear, but it felt nothing like when Laurel had whispered those five little words to him.

Trent, make love to me
.

A shiver ran up his spine
from remembering her warm breath against the whorls of his ear. He throbbed just from thinking about sinking into her, and to do that he needed condoms. If there was any way to get them at this time of night, one man would know how.

“Calvin, please.”

“Yes, sir. One moment, please.”

“This is Calvin.” Only a few seconds had passed before Trent heard the voice of the man he’d love forever if he could hoo
k him up with this one request.

“Calvin, it’s Trent—
uh, Mr. Warren.” He was so excited he’d nearly forgotten his cover.

“Yes, Mr. Warren
. What can I do for you?”

“Um, are there any . . . is there someplace to get
some
condoms
?” Trent found himself whispering the last word as his face burned with the shame of having to ask this man something so intimate.

This plan
had seemed like a good idea while he was pressed against Laurel and his erection was doing the thinking, but now that his brain had taken back control it was just plain humiliating. He’d have to face this man for the rest of the week.

“Yes, sir. Right away. Would you like them delivered to the pool or to your bungalow?”

His mouth dropped open. The hotel staff knew where he was? Did they know what he was doing too?

Of course t
hey did. This was a secure high-end facility. He should have considered there would be security cameras everywhere, even if he couldn’t see them.

He swallowed and managed to answer, “The bungalow is fine.”

“Yes, sir. They’ll be there directly.”

“Thank you.” Good God, this was embarrassing. How was he going to look Calvin—hell, a
ny of the staff—in the eye ever again?

Thank God they hadn’t actually done it.
He glanced back at Laurel, watching him from the pool. In spite of the rising full moon and the hotel’s lighting, it was still kind of dark on that side of the pool. They’d really only been kissing . . . at least above the waterline that was all they’d been doing.

Reason started to creep back in as Trent made e
nough excuses to calm himself and he realized he was still holding the receiver in his hand. As he turned to hang it up he realized that the phones probably had caller ID.

Of course.
Calvin and the front desk could see he was calling from the pool. That made sense and he liked that idea much better than the alternative—that the security staff was in a room somewhere watching them like some kind of peep show.

Trent blew out a breath
, feeling moderately better. He still hated that he’d had to place an order for condoms to be delivered but that’s what he got for not being prepared.

He turned toward Laurel while making a vow to himself to never travel
without supplies again, even if it had been so long since he’d had sex the condoms in his drawer at home were probably expired by now.

“Come here
.” He motioned for her to swim to his side of the pool. When she reached the edge, he extended a hand to help her out.

Standing there dripping wet and with
goose bumps on her skin from the cool night air, she asked, “Where are we going?”

He
reached for a towel and wrapped it around her before he grabbed her arms and planted one hard, quick kiss on her mouth. Then he answered her question. “My bungalow.”

“Okay. Why?” Even with the towel wrapped completely around her, she was still sexy as hell. Any man’s dream.

“Because that’s where the condoms are being delivered. And there’s a bed there.”
And walls. And privacy. And hopefully no security cameras.
He left the rest of his list unspoken. No reason for her to be burdened with what he was.

She smiled, apparently less appalled by his sur
real room service order than he was. “That sounds good.”

Damn, it did sound good. Once he got over his Texan upbringing that had
taught him that things like sex should be a private matter, he’d appreciate it even more.

He grabbed the other towel for himself, wrapping it around his waist to camouflage the pup tent in his trunks
in case they came upon anyone.

Even with a good portion of his blood settled in parts lower, Trent had the presence
of mind to remember to gather their things. He slid his feet into his flip-flops and then grabbed his shirt, her dress and her shoes.

Damn. It had been the sight of her in those shoes and not a whole lot else that had done him in. Made him decide there was no fighting this attraction between them even if it was
against his better judgment.

With their stuf
f bundled under one arm, he took her hand in his. He felt her trembling as they walked toward his room. “Cold?”

“A little.”

“You’ll feel better out of that wet suit.” He’d said it out of concern for her comfort but the image of stripping that bikini off her had him walking a little faster toward his bungalow.

In
his haste to go swimming, or his rush to see her again in her bikini, Trent hadn’t locked the sliding patio door. He slid it open and pulled her inside. He barely took the time to close it now before he was across the living area, headed toward his goal—the bedroom.

On the way through the
living room, Trent halted. There were the condoms, lying right there on the table inside the front door.

At least they were
tastefully packaged and not strewn, loose and embarrassingly obvious across his table. Trent shifted his gaze sideways to Laurel.

She glanced at the box
and then at him. “This place truly is a full service resort.

He laughed at her reaction.
“Thank God for that.”

She really was perfect. Ready to roll with whatever crazy thing happened next. He could fal
l for a girl like this . . . but that was a thought for later. He grabbed the box. His embarrassment disappearing more with every step, he continued on the carpeted path that would lead him to paradise.

In the bedroom, he
released his hold on her hand and tossed the box of condoms on the nightstand. When he turned back it was to see Laurel dropping her towel and reaching for the back band of her bikini top.

The accommodations
there were exquisite. The huge mattress dressed in the softest bedding and framed by the carved wood of the four poster bed, all swathed in gauzy fabric, but having Laurel there like this upped the beauty quotient one thousand percent in his book.

Trent
remembered he still had their belongings tucked beneath his arm. He dropped the pile on the dresser and then made short work of his towel and swimsuit. While he stripped, his eyes never left Laurel as she peeled off the tiny wet triangles of fabric and revealed herself to him completely.

He didn’t miss how she was watching him as hungrily as he watched her. Her gaze swept down his body and back up, making a thorough perusal.
Judging by her expression, she liked what she saw. He smiled and took a step forward.

Encompassing her wai
st with his hands, he lifted her up and hauled her against him. She wrapped her arms and legs around his neck and waist the way she had in the pool, but this time there was nothing separating them. Not even a scrap of clothing remained.

Sorely tempted to settle her over him and plunge into her where they stood, he moved to the bed, knelt on the edge and toppled them both
onto the mattress. He only had his hands off her long enough to tear into the box and roll on a condom, and then he was back.

He ran his palms over
the satin skin of her curves, working his way down until he reached her thighs. Once there, he spread her legs and settled between them. He was too needy to wait any longer.

Laurel closed her eyes and her mouth opened on a sharp intake of breath as he plunged into her
. He felt how wet and ready she was and knew she didn’t gasp in pain but more likely with the relief of finally getting what they both wanted so badly.

Finally f
ulfilling a need so long denied overwhelmed him. One stroke had him hissing in a breath. He stilled, holding on to his control by a thread. He absorbed the sensations assaulting him as her tight heat engulfed him completely.

Trent
looked down at Laurel. The passion in her expression made it harder for him to not go crazy. Love her hard and fast and not worry about performing like an untried teenager.

He wanted this to last.
Unfortunately, his body was poised for a sprint to the end zone.

As she watched him and waited, he said,
“It’s been a long time. If I move, this thing is gonna be finished before it starts.”

“Then we’ll just have to do it again.”
Lids heavy with desire shrouded her eyes as she dangled that tempting idea in front of him.

He sur
e did like her way of thinking and thanks to Calvin’s delivery Trent was well equipped for round two, plus a whole lot more.

Setting his jaw, he
pushed everything weighing on his mind aside and just felt, letting his need take over. A few strokes and he was lost. A few more and he came hard as the sound of his long pent up need filled the room. After the last pulse rocked him he collapsed over her.

E
nthralled and amazed at how the act he’d performed so many times over the years could so completely consume him now, Trent had no idea how long it had lasted. Long enough to have him breathless, and at the same time not nearly long enough. This one taste of Laurel had made him crave much more.

He knew he was to
o heavy to stay on top of her for long but he couldn’t bring himself to move and break the connection between them.

“
You said it had been a long time. Why has it been so long?”

Her question roused him enough to
shrug in response, but not to move any more than that.

She continued,
“I mean I know you said you didn’t date much, but I’d think you’d still have plenty of women jumping at the chance to have sex with you.”

His knee-jerk answer
was always on the tip of his tongue. That he was too busy for a relationship and he didn’t like to sleep with women he wasn’t seriously involved with.

Trent lifted his head from her chest so he could see her face.
Instead of his usual excuse, the truth slipped out. “I have trouble trusting people enough to get this close to them.”

Damned if he knew why he was confiding in a woman he hadn’t even
told his real last name, but he was.

“Y
ou trusted me enough to get this close to you.”

Since they were still tangled together like a string of knotted Chris
tmas lights, he couldn’t deny the point. “I guess I did.”