Swept Away (3 page)

“Why,” I said, sucking in a shuddering
breath
. “Why me? Why did you choose me for this?”

His brow furrowed, his face full of a concern that
made me feel like a fool for bringing it up.

“Come here,” he said, and pulled me through a
doorway.

A lamp on a bedside table cast a soft yellow glow
over the room. I noticed the t-shirt I’d worn just a couple nights before
draped over a chair. Was this Gavin’s suite? He closed the door behind me and
put his hands on my shoulders, making me face him.

“What do you mean, why did I choose you?”

He frowned at me, and I sucked in a deep breath,
forcing back the tears. I was
not
going to cry. Not in front of him. I clenched
my jaw.

“Just tell me now if this is some kind of joke,
okay? If you’re messing with me, or setting me up, please tell me before I make
more of a fool of myself. I didn’t sign up for that.”

“What?” The look on his face was one of pure
confusion. “What are you... where is this coming from?”

To my frustration, my pulse raced as I realized he
was only wearing his swim trunks, now clinging to his strong thighs. His hair
was
tousled,
the waves wilder from the humidity of the
hot tub.

“Why would you want someone like me?” I mumbled,
my voice just above a whisper.

“Aolani...” His eyes looked pained, but then he
shook his head, a sad smile on his face. “How can you not know?”

Here it comes
.
I just hope he’s gentle
when he breaks my fucking heart.

I tried to steady myself, but what he did next
blew my every assumption out of the water.

He led me across the room to the full-length
mirror next to his wardrobe, and stood me in front of it, then moved behind me,
that funny smile still on his face.

“Open your robe,” he said. His voice was soft, deep.

I moved my hands to the cotton tie automatically,
ready to obey him, then stopped short.
What am I doing?
His arms wrapped
around me then, and I gasped at the touch. He grabbed the tie and undid it with
steady hands. I could feel his warmth pressed up against my back, and I was
suddenly very aware of how alone we were.

He gently pulled the robe open, revealing my body
clad only in the coral bikini, my skin still beaded with water. He tugged it
open until it lay on either side of my breasts. I looked down, but his hand was
on my cheek again, urging me to look in the mirror.

“Look, Aolani. Take a good, long look at yourself.
Don’t you see it?” His voice broke a little as he spoke, his eyebrows raised as
he looked into my eyes through the reflection. “Don’t you see what I see?”

I stared at my body, my brow furrowing as I tried
to understand.

“You’re absolutely stunning,” he said.

His breath tickled my neck, and suddenly, he
wasn’t looking in the mirror anymore. He was looking down at me, his eyes
traveling down over me.

“Your body is sensual,” he continued. He slid the
robe down over my shoulders, and it pooled on the floor at my feet. I was
breathing harder under his scrutiny, but I didn’t move away. His hands were on
my shoulders again, running down over my arms. “Curves in all the right
places...”

His hands moved to my waist, gently tracing the
smooth line beneath my ribcage, then moving down to the gentle swell of my
hips. His fingers traced the gold rings on either side of my bikini bottom, his
breathing suddenly as rough as mine.

“You’re perfect,” he said. His eyes flickered back
up to mine, as his hands traveled upwards. “Aolani… you’re one of the most
beautiful women I’ve ever seen.”

I felt myself tremble beneath his touch as he
stopped just beneath my breasts. I leaned back into him, wanting to feel him
behind me, pressing into me, to feel the hard planes of his chest and stomach
against the softness of my skin.

“
That’s
why I chose you.”

My backside pressed up against him and his hands
tensed on me, holding me tighter. My skin heated beneath his touch, and the
sudden stiffness in his suit let me know he was being baldly honest with me. He
thought I was beautiful. And
what was more
,
he wanted me
.
As badly as I wanted him.

“Gavin,” I said, but I never finished my sentence.
Hell, I didn’t even know what to say.

Instead, I pressed back against him, and heard his
groan behind me. Then, his lips were on my neck, his hands pulling me close,
and any thoughts of doubt fled my mind. I closed my eyes, and put my hands
behind me, grabbing fistfuls of his shorts and pulling him tighter to me,
loving the way I affected him, feeling his erection hard against me. His mouth
was hot and urgent, kissing and licking down to my collarbone.

I moaned and turned to him, wanting more, wanting
all of him
.
We looked at one
another for one brief moment, and I knew we were both thinking the same thing.
This was wrong, it was unprofessional, it was a terrible, terrible idea, and
..
. Oh,
fuck it
!

He grabbed me roughly, and instantly, my hands
were in his hair, my lips pressed hard against his. He moaned into me and ran
his hands over my back, pulling me close so my breasts pressed against his
chest. My mouth opened beneath his, and he kissed me hungrily, his tongue
dancing with mine. My heartbeat pounded in my ears, my whole body hot and
needy, my sex throbbing for him.

When his hands moved downward and gripped my ass,
I gasped and ground into him, my body seeking more.

My leg wrapped around his waist, and then I
shrieked as he picked me up, certain he was going to strain something, but his
arms were rock solid as I slid both legs around him, my arms wrapped around his
shoulders.

He carried me to the bed and threw me down on the
covers. I laughed as I hit the mattress, my lips bruised from his kisses. He
moved back, his eyes dark and
ravenous
as he looked me
over.

“Take it off,” he growled.

“Take what off?” I said, smiling. I was too far in
it now for shyness, or to take anything back. This was happening. He wanted me,
and God help me, I wanted him. Needed him.
As much as he
would give me.

“All of it.”

His swim trunks were tenting in a way that made my
mouth water. I wanted to tell him the same thing, but I knew tonight, he was in
charge. I wanted him to take me any way he wanted.

I was his.

His eyes widened in anticipation as I reached
behind my back and undid the clasp of my bikini top. I slid the straps off my
shoulders, holding the fabric over my breasts until he moved forward and tore
it away. He crouched over me then, his eyes looking like a kid on Christmas
morning, eyeing the toy he thought he’d never get.

“Oh, my God,” he groaned.

His hands were on me in a moment, cupping me,
feeling the weight of my full breasts in his hands. I gasped, my nipples
pebbling against his palms. He ran his thumbs over them, sending little jolts
of pleasure throughout my body.

“So beautiful...”

He kneaded them, gently at first, then rougher. I
whimpered, my body feeling like a live wire beneath his touch. When he brought
his mouth down to my nipple and suckled, I threw my head back and moaned, my
fingers wrapping in his hair, pulling him to me. He bit down, and I shuddered
beneath him.

He moved to the other nipple, sucking and licking
until I didn’t think I could take any more. Each tug of his lips, each flick of
his tongue sent tendrils of heat through me, teasing me, making my core throb
even harder for him. He released me and moved downward, kissing lower and lower
until he reached my bikini line.

“The bottoms, now,” he said, his voice a low
growl.

I reached down, helpless to refuse him, and pushed
my bikini down over my hips. He ripped it down my thighs and tossed it aside,
before focusing in on my body. His scrutiny should have made me uncomfortable,
but when I saw the lust shining in his eyes, I relaxed and opened my thighs,
letting him have the full view.

He traced the shaved lips of my pussy, and I
shivered beneath his touch. The rough pads of his fingers parted me, exploring
me, as I watched, propped up on my elbows, now nude, and strangely comfortable.
I trusted him, I realized. I trusted every word, every glance.

How strange.

“Do you like what you see?” I breathed, surprising
myself.

“God
yes
,” he gritted. “I can’t wait to
taste you.”

I opened my mouth to protest. No man had ever gone
there before. I’d never let them. It was too personal. Too weird, too... I just
didn’t think anyone would want to, frankly.

But then his mouth was on me, taking me before I
could say ‘no,’ and I was crying out his name.

His tongue explored my folds as he pressed my
thighs back with strong hands, opening me to him. I gasped and lay back, trying
to let go of my embarrassment that he was doing this to me. He was lapping at
my sex, teasing me, hungry for me…

“You taste amazing,” he groaned into me, his voice
vibrating off my skin, making me squirm.

I bit my lip. I couldn’t believe this man.

He sucked on my clit, making me squirm. Spikes of
pleasure shot through me, my body trembling all over at his touch.

“Such a pretty pussy,” he said, making me sigh
beneath him.

He inserted a finger into me, and I squeezed
around him, my core hot and wet for him. I wanted to see him, all of him,
wanted to stroke him and drive him as crazy as he was driving me.

It was only fair, after all.

“Take it off, boss?” I said. “Please...”

He laughed then, and inserted another finger
inside of
me,
arching them upward and hitting a spot
that made my toes curl, moving them in a “come hither” motion.

“
Mmm
. Eager, are we?”

He pumped his fingers in and out of me, taking his
time, leaning back down to tease and
lick
me. I mewled
beneath him, my hands on his shoulders. I kept thinking I should push him away,
not let him taste me or God forbid, smell me, but then he nuzzled me with his
nose, and I bit my lip hard, squeezing my eyes shut as my body throbbed and
pulsed in reaction to him.

“Gavin... please...” I begged.

I needed him inside of me. Needed to feel him
filling me with more than just fingers.

But before I could say anything else, my back
arched, the unexpected crash of my orgasm making me squeal. He pressed my
thighs back harder as I shook beneath him, his tongue continuing its onslaught,
even as my pussy convulsed again and again. I was panting, breathless, my sex
dripping between my legs.

“Please!”

Gavin nibbled my clit, making me gasp, before
standing up and sliding his trunks to the floor. I reached forward and wrapped
my hand around him, unable to hold back.

He was bigger than any man I’d had before.
Tantalizing, thick and long. I wondered what he’d feel like inside of me. He moaned
as I stroked him, thrusting into my grip. I leaned down and swirled my tongue
around the head, delighting in the salty taste of him, savoring the musky smell
of him filling my nostrils.

I wrapped my full lips around the tip and guided
him into my mouth, sighing around him. When my tongue lapped at the underside
of his shaft, he swore softly and pushed me away, onto my back on the
bed clothes
.

He climbed over me, pressing
himself
between my legs, supporting his weight on his sun-browned arms.

“Not like that. Not yet. Your mouth feels too
good, and I want to fuck you properly.”

I moaned at his words. “Please...”

He rubbed against me, his stiff cock teasing my
already sensitive folds. I wrapped my hands around his waist, pulling him to
me, but he was fumbling in the side table. I heard the rip of foil,
then
he was expertly rolling a condom on. I stared, still in
awe of how beautiful he was, how strong, how potently, incredibly male, running
my hands over his abs and thighs.

“Fuck me, Gavin,” I begged.

He grunted above me and kissed me hard, stealing
my breath away. I felt the tip of him pressing into me and arched my hips up to
meet him. He thrust into me hard, sheathing himself inside of me in one sure
stroke. I cried out, my pussy aching sweetly as I adjusted to him.

“God, you’re tight,” he groaned in my ear.

Droplets of water from his hair trickled down my
neck and between my breasts, tickling me as he began to move. His ribcage
pressed into mine, and I felt his heartbeat against my chest, his hair falling
gently over my cheek. I wrapped my legs around him, wanting him closer, needing
him deeper. He pulled out until the tip of his cock was barely inside of me,
then
pushed himself back in agonizingly slowly, his breath
escaping like a whispered prayer.

I felt stretched, stuffed full, as he paused
again, both of us rolling our hips together, feeling one another for the first
time, locked together. His lips met mine as he pulled back again,
then
thrust forward sharply, making me moan into his mouth.
He was so deep, so thick inside of me... I’d never felt anything like it.

Our tongues slid over the others as he picked up
the pace, thrusting faster,
pistoning
into me with
shaking restraint. I could tell he was trying not to hurt me, trying not to be
too eager, too rough. I suckled on his tongue, then reached back and squeezed
his toned ass, urging him on.

He broke the kiss and looked down at me, his eyes
dark and ravenous.

“Careful,” he said.

I squeezed him again, dragging my nails over his
backside to the hollow of his lower back. “Or what?”

His eyes flashed, and he grinned wickedly. He bit
my lower lip until I screamed, then captured both of my hands above my head,
pinning me against the pillows.