Seek and Destroy (18 page)

    The doors whooshed open and he hurried out. "Which room?"

    "1113. It has this amazing view of the ocean from the lanai."

    "I see the ocean every day."

    "Not from my balcony, you haven't." She pulled her key card from the inside of her dress-thank God it didn't fall out when she went for her
swim
-and opened the door, offered for him to enter.

    He let out a long sigh and mumbled something about this being a bad idea. "Fine, you win. But we are not having sex."

    "You've already said that," she purred. She eyed his sexy behind as he waltzed ahead of her. Mmmm, mmmm, mmmm. She needed to start living her life, one of her promises to God. Since He sent her a lifeguard-she eyed David-she needed to hold up her end of the deal.

    No more waiting around for something spectacular to happen. No more standing still and watching life pass her by. If her near-drowning experience had taught her anything it was to seize the moment.

    

    

    She eyed him, her thoughts preoccupied with what she could do to keep him in her room. Maybe if she kissed him. That definitely worked the last time he seemed unsure. Yep. A kiss. She started over toward him with the sexiest strut she knew.

    "Are you going to stay in that dress?" he asked and took a step back. She kept swaying toward him, and he kept staggering back until he fell into a chair.

    He couldn't hide that look of hunger in his eyes, no matter what he told her. She didn't need her contacts to see that. He wanted her. The tent in his shorts gave him away. She hummed as she eyed the bulge, hoping she'd get a chance to see it firsthand, see if it really would fit. Just imagining that enormous cock released, pushing up against her opening, pressing its way into her wet folds had her so turned on she bit her bottom lip to hold back her moan.

    "Be right back." She ran into her room, then poked her head back out. "Don't leave."

    "Charis, this is not a good idea."

    She smiled and closed the door, hoping this little play would hold his curiosity long enough for her to change. Tugging on her dress, and tugging again, and again, her heart went into palpitations. Her lust subsided for more pressing matters.

    Her dress wouldn't so much as shift.

    
Of course
. She pulled. She pushed. Tugged. Wiggled. Nothing would work to get the darn thing to budge. She'd have to call upon her lifeguard again. "David?"

    Silence.

    No! Did he leave? She threw open her door and hurried out of the room, almost colliding with him. He put his hands on her shoulders. "What now?"

    "I thought..." He arched his brow and waited for her to inform him of her latest issue. "I can't get my dress off."

    This caught his attention. He traced her frame with his gaze before resting it back on her face. Her nipples hadn't recovered from the last time he looked at her like that. They hurt as they puckered. The heat coming off the moisture pooling between her thighs made her shudder out a breath.

    "Seems like you have quite a dilemma on your hands."

    "Will you help me?"

    His lip twitched. He brought his hands up, then down, then up again. Finally he rested them on his hips. As he spoke, it came out as a husky rasp. "You want me to undress you?"

    She nodded, knowing how it sounded. Sure, she wanted him to undress her, but not like this. Still, he obviously wanted her. She clearly wanted him. And by that look in those incredible eyes, he was about to take off her dress.

    He took a step toward her and then stopped. The protest slammed into her desire. "Charis," he moaned. "I don't think I should."

    "What? Help me out of a dress that has somehow plastered itself on me?"

    "No. Yes." He paused with a groan. "Seeing you now leaves nothing to the imagination. But seeing you naked..." He let out a shaky breath. "Jesus, I'm only human."

    "And I'm a damsel in distress. Just help me with my dress. I promise not to molest you."

    "That's not what I'm worried about," he muttered. "I shouldn't even be here."

    "I invited you."

    "I know," he groaned again. "And I know you think you know what you're doing. But I don't think you really do."

    "I didn't drink that much. Besides, the water pretty much sobered me up." She gave her best attempt at a flirtatious grin and batted her eyes. It always worked in the movies, so she figured she'd give it a try.

    "That isn't what I'm talking about." He swore and narrowed his eyes at her. "Why are you licking your lips? I'm not on the menu."

    Oh, if only he were. "How about a kiss?"

    "How about not."

    "Just one. Then I promise to leave you alone. I'll go back to the mainland and you can stay here in your little paradise."

    His jaw hardened as he pondered his decision. "One kiss? That's it?"

    She lifted her left hand.

    "Other hand."

    Smiling coyly, she lowered her left and lifted her right. "I swear."

    "Then you'll let me leave?"

    
Oh yeah. Like he was such a prisoner in her room.
"Then you can leave."

    He nodded and before he changed his mind, she stepped into his arms. His lips came down in what started out as a good night peck but soon grew into so much more. The inferno that erupted from their contact made the air in the room crackle.

    Charis dug under his shirt and ran her fingers along the hard muscles of his chest. When she brushed across his nipple, he drew in a sharp breath. Loving the reaction, she did it again.

    He pulled back and grabbed her hand, locking his gaze with hers. His breathing grew labored, and the storm brewing in his eyes made her juices coat her lips as they tingled in preparation for his touch, his entry. The tension that had been coiling started to sparkle.

    She loved the way her body responded to him. Not wanting to think about anything else, she focused on the pulse of energy throbbing between her legs, making her clit ache for contact. She needed him, all of him. No doubt the regrets of her recklessness would seep into her brain come morning. She might as well make the best of it now.

    The way he looked at her just then gave her all the permission she needed. Need, hunger, lust. Slowly, carefully, she brought her free hand up and caressed his cheek. He closed his eyes and leaned into her touch. With the fingers of her other hand, now that he loosened his grip enough for her to break free, she traced his lips, his jaw. His breathing became more labored.

    "You don't play fair," he rasped.

    "Who's playing?"

    "This is a bad idea."

    "No, it isn't. It's a great idea."

    "We shouldn't be doing this."

    "Why not? I'll be gone in the morning. You'll never have to see me again."

    "That's why we shouldn't-" His breath caught when she nipped at his chin.

    He seemed to be lowering his guard, so she decided to go for it. "I'll even tell NASSD I never found you."

    "They-" He sucked in sharply when she latched on to a lobe with her teeth. "They probably traced you."

    She pulled back and gave him her most flirtatious wink and a smile. "Would you like to trace me, David?"

    "Charis," he choked out, more of a plea than a protest. She nuzzled against his neck and kissed, licked. He let out a moan.

    "For once, just forget about what's right. Go for what you want. You were an agent for all those years, doing the right thing. Don't you want to just say what the fu-"

    He thrust her to him and smashed his lips over hers, cutting her off. If she ever thought she had control, this kiss definitely showed her how wrong she was. His tongue traced along her lips before diving into her mouth and finding its mate. They kissed so long, so hard and passionate, by the time they came up for air, she swayed.

    "Wow," she whispered.

    "You like that? Do you really want me to trace you, Charis? Because once we start, there's no going back."

    She allowed her head to fall back, her neck completely exposed to him. "More than anything," she moaned.

    His hand covered a breast. His thumb brushed over her painfully hard nipple and she actually cried out from the pleasure. Finally. She'd ached for him to touch her like this for over a year. He flicked at the hard bud with his thumb, making her writhe in his arms.

    He pulled her against him, keeping her back arched to still have perfect access to her breast. Oh heaven. Could a woman actually come from having a man play with her nipples? Through the fabric, he pinched, he teased. He had her close to orgasm already. He nibbled on her neck, her lobes, her jaw. Every part of her caught fire, and wherever his lips touched sparked another flame that all lead to the warm wetness seeping from her pussy.

    He tugged at her dress. It didn't move for him either. Figures. She'd finally get a chance to do something she'd probably never do again, and the damn dress wouldn't cooperate.

    He tugged with a little more force. Still nothing. He stepped back and cocked a brow. "You weren't kidding. This thing is on you like skin."

    Her heart slowed with regret. She was about to give up when he did something she would have never expected. Grabbing her dress at the hem, he ripped it right up the front. Her breasts popped out, happy to be free of the restraint. Her torso fully exposed, scars and all, had her uneasy. He pulled her hands back and offered her a lustful grin. "My God, you are everything."

    
Everything
? What did that even mean? Even though she didn't know, she sure did like the sound of it.
Love is real. You are everything
. Nobody talked like that anymore.

    Before she could protest at him ruining a four hundred dollar dress, his mouth found hers again, and she forgot how to speak. His touch sent her skin humming, her body tingling with pleasure. If he didn't taste her breast, cover a swollen nipple with his mouth, she'd scream.

    She'd never felt so bold, so daring, so giddy. And he made her that way. Just the way this man wanted her, touched her, sent her senses into a whirlwind. His mouth enclosed over an exposed nipple and Charis murmured at how good it felt, the wet warmth from his lips sending a fresh set of shivers rippling across her skin.

    Dear God, he had a way with his mouth. His tongue flicked against the hard bud, causing her coil of tension to increase. A yearning started to stir in her womb.

    David nibbled at her nipple, scraping it with his teeth. She'd never felt anything like it. Her knees started to wobble. He held her steady and continued to devour her breast hungrily. His tongue brushed and licked at her flesh, driving her to the edge of her sanity.

    The heat centered deep in her belly. The rush of blood coursed through her veins, the frenzy to feel his large cock inside her so great she could barely pull in a breath. She needed friction, deep and powerful, and she needed it now.

    She pulled at his shirt. The buttons would not cooperate. Her hands shook in anticipation by the time she opened the last button to reveal his massive chest. She wanted to feel his hard chest press up against hers. When he pulled her to him, kissing her with unbridled hunger, she melted. The way his coarse chest hairs tickled against her bare breasts felt so good.

    The shorts were on her side, at least. With a quick yank of the string holding them up, they slid to the floor, revealing David Snyder in all his mighty glory. His large erection jerked slightly, and her labia jerked in response, tightening her walls.

    Oh my God. He was magnificent. And
huge
.

    Licking her lips, she hummed in the back of her throat. "Is that for me?"

    He pulled her to him, his mouth tracing the vee between her breasts before finding his place on the one still aching for his touch. She dug into the hair on his chest and threw her head back, moaning.

    His engorged penis found its way to the folds of her pussy. It pressed against her wet slit, sending shivers washing through her body. She was so wet wanting him it wouldn't take him much effort to slide right in. She wanted him inside her and adjusted so she opened herself up to him.

    He moved his hips forward, the movement enough to push the head of his cock into her. She felt her walls spasm to pull him in further. Oh dear God. The sensations rippling through her body made it hard to breathe. He pushed his hips ever so slightly, inching his way in. The slow tease made her want to cry out. It felt better than she could have ever imagined.

    Another inch in as he eased into her slippery heat. She felt so full, so unbelievably stimulated it wouldn't take much to make her come right there without so much as a single thrust.

    David licked and teased her nipples until they were painfully hard and swollen. She felt the wave building inside her, deep in her core. Every kiss, every lick brought her closer and closer to climax. He didn't enter her all the way, which was a blessing and a curse. He then withdrew and reached down. Parting her lips with his finger, he traced along the edges, teasing her, tempting her. If he so much as brushed against her clit, she'd come right there in his arms.

    He did, and she did. He flicked the stimulated bundle of nerve endings and she cried out.

    The orgasm caught her off guard and she almost dropped to her knees. Reaching out, she clamped down on his shoulders and rode the waves as he continued to rub her clit in little circular motions. Just when she thought she had herself back under control, he inserted a thick finger into her slick heat while his thumb kept the precise rhythm on her swollen button to make her come again.