Wicked Heat (7 page)

…

“The honeymoon suite?” Jett propped in the doorway and glanced around with a wry twist
to the mouth Allegra wanted on her, all over her, now. “Seriously?”

“It was booked, and Zoe didn’t cancel like I asked her.” Allegra gave him a bump with
her hip and closed the door behind them. “The space will come in handy once we start
swinging from the chandeliers.”

He laughed and tugged her close. “Is that after I go down on you like you asked out
by the pool?”

“Yeah, the chandelier-swinging can wait.” She slid a hand around his neck, reveling
in her newfound confidence in her femininity.

She’d been missing out all these years, thinking sex was
nice
. Sex with Jett wasn’t anything as bland as
nice
. Sex with Jett was freaking indescribable.

“So what’s it to be, lovely?” He nibbled along her jawline. “Going down on you first,
or taking you hard and fast up against the wall as you stated so emphatically?”

“I want it all,” she said, swiveling her hips against his to prove it. “I want honeymoon
sex without the ceremony drag.”

He screwed up his nose. “Don’t mention the C-word. I’ll lose my hard-on.”

Her hand insinuated its way between their bodies to cup his erection. “Nope, still
hard. You afraid of commitment?”

“Ceremonies, commitments…definitely hard-on-deflating material.”

She gave him a gentle squeeze and he jumped. “Lucky for you, I’m only interested in
F-words this trip.”

His eyes sparked with mischief. “Like fuck?”

“I was thinking more along the lines of fling and fun, but foreplay and fuck work
for me, too.”

“I love it when you talk dirty.” His hands splayed on her butt as he ground against
her. “Say fuck again.”

“Only when you’re doing it,” she said, her breath whooshing out when he backed her
up against the nearest wall.

“This better?” He hoisted her up, slipping a thumb under the elastic of her bikini
bottoms and zeroing in on where she needed him most.

“Uh-hmm…” was all she could manage as he thumbed her clit with finesse, grazing it
with the barest of flicks before increasing the pressure for concentrated pleasure.

Allegra clutched at Jett’s shoulders, her muscles involuntarily tightening, the tremors
racking her body building quickly.

So the altitude had nothing to do with her orgasms, as she peaked so fast her head
spun, leaving her light-headed and hanging on to Jett for dear life as her knees buckled.

“That was the fast bit—now for the hard.” He unzipped, sheathed, and tugged the strings
holding her bikini bottoms together in three deft moves that had her admiring his
dexterity. “How’s this?”

He drove into her with a thrust that made her gasp.

“Perfect,” she said, ending on a little moan as he withdrew before plunging into her
again.

“Say it.” He stopped moving, his lips teasing her as much as his words as he kissed
his way from her ear to her mouth.

“Fuck, that’s perfect,” she said, a moment before he murmured, “That’s what I like
to hear,” before claiming her mouth in a searing kiss that left her breathless.

He thrust into her again, picking up the pace until his pounding into her body and
his lips devouring hers were all she could feel, all she could concentrate on, as
sensations assaulted her from all angles.

Her lips tingled, her uterus convulsed, and her skin burned from the inside out as
Jett thrust into her until she thought she’d break. And she did, shattering on a scream
that he swallowed.

Wrenching his mouth from hers, he thrust once more before coming, and muttered “fuck”
through gritted teeth before ending on a guttural groan as his head fell forward to
rest on the wall behind her.

Allegra didn’t know how long they stood there like that, her legs clamped around his
waist, his hands supporting her butt, her arms around his neck.

And she didn’t care.

Not only had Jett just proven they were sensational together regardless of location
or altitude, he’d also reinforced what she already knew.

It would be incredibly tough pitching against him when he’d just articulated how damn
important landing the Kaluna campaign was on many levels. She liked this gorgeous,
cocky Aussie, genuinely liked him. She wouldn’t have had sex otherwise. And Allegra
didn’t screw people she cared about…emotionally, that is.

Physically? She had every intention of screwing Jett at every possible convenience.

…

Jett was on a roll.

Maybe he should have mind-blowing sex before a brainstorming session all the time.

Once he’d returned to his room after an unforgettable two hours with Allegra, he’d
had a quick shower, grabbed a pen and notebook, and let the ideas flow.

And flow they did. He linked his fingers and stretched overhead, surveying the results
in front of him. Page after page covered in ideas to convince Kai Kaluna he was the
man for the resorts’ advertising gig.

He’d never been so stimulated, the concepts translating from his head to the pen to
the paper with an ease he wished he could replicate all the time.

He could attribute it to the sex being a great tension release before work. But he
suspected it had more to do with whom he was having sex with than the act itself.

For a woman he barely knew, Allegra had managed to get under his skin pretty damn
fast. She had a way of looking at him when he talked, as if she were really interested
in what he had to say, that made a guy feel ten feet tall.

He’d mentally chastised himself the whole time he was blurting the truth to her, wondering
if she’d think he was a lesser man for being gullible with Reeve and not seeing the
truth earlier. Not very masculine. Yet she hadn’t blinked, and had supported his bid
to work on the island. Better, she hadn’t offered trite condolences like many of his
old colleagues in LA had.

“We’re real sorry, but there’s nothing we can do to help.”

Interesting, how adversity showed who his true mates were. He’d learned the hard way
it was better not to rely on people because even friends, good friends like Reeve,
ultimately let you down.

Jett wouldn’t have thought he had much in common with the Beverly Hills princess,
but the fact that they both had narcissistic parents who’d shipped them off to boarding
school went a long way to explaining their uncharacteristic bond.

Jett had never
bonded
with any of the flings he’d had in the past. He didn’t feel anything beyond sexual
attraction. Yet he felt closer to Allegra in two days than any other woman he’d ever
been with.

So what was it about Allegra, apart from their similar upbringings with shoddy parents,
that had them so in sync?

Whatever it was, he couldn’t afford to waste time getting distracted by mulling. The
sooner he collated these early ideas into some semblance of a kick-ass presentation,
the better.

Chapter Five

A weary eight hours later, Jett knocked on Allegra’s door around 11:00 p.m.

She’d said to come by any time tonight when he’d finished, and he’d taken her at her
word. With his head pounding following the amount of work he’d done since leaving
her that afternoon, he’d been tempted to collapse into bed so he could get an early
start tomorrow morning.

But the moment he’d thought of bed, he’d thought of Allegra. Sprawled and sated in
hers earlier, hair tousled, lips swollen, flushed from head to foot in an afterglow.

He’d been halfway out the door before he’d remembered to grab a handful of condoms
and stuff them in his pocket.

Not a bad way to end a full-on day, having a luscious woman begging for more. And
that’s what he intended on doing tonight, making Allegra so mad for him they could
lose themselves in sex again. And make him forget the ax grazing the back of his neck
if he didn’t land the Kaluna deal.

Allegra opened
the door, wearing a mid-thigh, peacock-blue silk kimono and a tremulous smile. It
caught him off guard, her uncertainty.

After what they’d done on the plane then earlier today, along with their disclosures
about their pasts, he’d thought she’d know he wasn’t jerking her around. He’d assumed
by opening up to her a tad she’d know he wasn’t some philandering, sleazy pickup artist
who had sex with whichever female was handy.

So why was she barely able to look him in the eye?

“Come in.” She held the door open and he stepped in, pausing to brush a kiss across
her lips.

“Miss me?”

He reverted to type, to the kind of guy he’d been when she met him. Slick and smooth,
without a doubt he could capture the attention of a woman like her.

She’d liked that guy. Looked like she wasn’t so keen on the guy who blurted what a
loser he was for not recognizing the truth before it was too late and having his business
and career stuffed because of it.

“You have no idea how much.” She snuggled into him and he draped an arm across her
shoulder.

“Well, some of us have to work,” he joked, confused when she slipped out from under
his arm to fling open the bedroom door so fast it almost slammed the wall. “And looks
like some of us are in a giant hurry to play.”

Her nervous titter confused him further. “I know how busy you are so I guess I don’t
want to take up too much of your time and—”

He silenced her nervous babbling with another kiss, waiting until her surprisingly
stiff lips relaxed under his before his tongue swept into her mouth, staking a claim.

She tasted of chocolate and mint and he smiled against her mouth at the thought of
her scoffing the divine homemade brownie squares left on the pillow as part of turndown
service.

“What’s so funny?” She eased away to regard him with suspicion.

“Someone’s been enjoying the brownies.”

“How did you know—” Her hand flew to her lips. “But I brushed my teeth.”

“You taste delicious.” He snagged her hand and kissed each individual knuckle. “I
was just teasing. And imagining you sitting here pining for me, drowning your sorrows
in copious amounts of chocolate, listening to soppy songs or watching some lame chick
flick—”

“Someone’s got a very high opinion of himself.” She whacked him playfully on the arm.
“No pining here.”

He slid his hand underneath her robe and touched her. One stroke and she whimpered.

“Sure?” He wet his finger between her folds and dragged it across her clit.

“Maybe just a little…ooh…” She bit down on her bottom lip as he rubbed her clit, teasing
her with the light strokes he knew she liked.

He loved her responsiveness and how ready she was for him. It made the blood pound
through his head, drowning out every single coherent thought, bar being inside her.
“Telling the truth wasn’t so hard now, was it?”

Her fingers dug into his arm, whether to increase the speed or ease off, he had no
idea. The tip of her tongue moistened her bottom lip, drawing his attention to its
lush fullness. He imagined her mouth wrapped around him…and his cock jerked.

He slowed, skirting her clit, occasionally stroking, savoring the luxury of having
this sexy woman so turned on by him. “God, I love how you feel.”

She cupped him in response, her bold move surprising and titillating. “I wanted to
pleasure you first this time,” she said, her eyes wide and shadowed.

“How about we do it together?” He removed his hand from under her robe and heard her
soft sigh of disappointment.

Her shy nod made him wonder exactly how much experience she’d had. Allegra seemed
so worldly, a poised, elegant woman who lived in one of the most exciting cities in
the world.

Yet when it came to sex, it seemed like every time he touched her or made a suggestion
she blushed like a virgin.

Strangely, it turned him on even more if that were possible.

She took him by the hand and led him into the bedroom. They passed an open wardrobe
and something bright caught his attention. A vivid crimson box, long and flat, about
twice the size of a pizza delivery, resided on the top shelf with
Kink Kit
etched in fancy black scroll along the side.

“What the hell’s that?” He pointed to the box and not surprisingly, Allegra blushed.

“That’s Zoe’s idea of a joke.” She tried to close the wardrobe door but he stopped
her by hooking a finger into her robe’s sash. “She obviously thought if the lingerie
didn’t do the trick, the kinky stuff would.”

Fascinated by how she kept darting subtle glances at the box, he said, “Have you seen
what’s inside?”

She shook her head. “I’ve read enough popular fiction lately to know it probably contains
anal beads, a mini vibrator, handcuffs, blindfold, whip or paddle, stuff like that.”

Jett stared at Allegra in disbelief as she calmly recited a list of stuff he’d doubted
a few moments ago she would’ve heard of.

She shrugged. “Besides, I thought we could save some surprises for later.”

This time his mouth dropped open. “Are you saying if I was open to doing a test run
with any of that stuff you’d be up for it?”

“Honestly?” She stared at the box, as fascinated with it as he was with her. “I think
I’m a straight-up vanilla kind of girl.” She winked. “But never say never.”

“Vanilla’s good.” For now. But the second she’d mentioned the kinky stuff, a vivid
image of her tied up and spread-eagled before him raced into his head. Fuck. All in
good time. He ducked his head to lick the dip between her collarbones. “Vanilla’s
tempting and sweet and a little bit naughty.”

Her head fell back, giving him full access to her neck, and he obliged, trailing kisses
upward until he captured her mouth in a long, hot, openmouthed kiss that left them
both gasping for air.

“Vanilla has a certain ring to it,” she said, reaching for his zip.

“You bet” was all he could manage in return when she unzipped his shorts and slipped
her hand inside.

He gritted his teeth when she touched his cock, wrapping her fingers around the shaft
and sliding toward the head with a firm stroke.

“Commando, huh?” Her smile was pure devilry as she snapped the button on his shorts,
pushed them over his hips, and watched them fall to the floor.

Not that she was looking at the shorts for long, as her hungry gaze zeroed in on his
cock jutting toward her.

“Didn’t think it was worth getting overdressed.” He tugged on the sash holding her
robe together and it fell open, revealing tempting expanses of skin. “Our duds don’t
seem to stay on long when we’re around each other.”

He pushed the robe off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor in a puddle of
blue silk, leaving her gloriously naked. “You should never wear clothes. Ever.”

“You’re good for my ego.” She grabbed the hem of his T-shirt and tugged it over his
head. “And you should definitely strut around like this more often.”

“That can be arranged.” He stepped out of his shorts and kicked them aside. “We should
make a rule. While we’re inside, we go naked.”

She screwed up her nose. “I don’t think you want to see all my bits.”

He laughed and slid his arm around her waist, tugging her close. “Babe, I want to
see all of you, all of the time.”

He meant it as a lighthearted joke, but their gazes collided in a surprising moment
of seriousness that scared the shit out of him. Seeing a woman all the time meant
a commitment he had no intention of making in the near future. He had more important
things to focus his energies on, like building a new company. But that didn’t mean
he couldn’t indulge in a sultry island fling to take the pressure off…

“Here I am.” She flung her arms wide, the action pushing her tits toward him. “Go
for it.”

Jett didn’t have to be asked twice, ducking his head to feast on a nipple, sucking
and twirling his tongue around it until her fingers anchored in his hair bordered
on pain.

He fingered her clit again, circling it as she made soft mewling sounds that fired
his libido further. Yeah, like he needed that.

When her panting increased, he stopped, raised his head, and caught sight of something
that could push her vanilla boundaries a tad.

“Turn around and face the mirror.”

Eyes wide and filled with curiosity, she obeyed. Their gazes collided in the mirror,
hers questioning.

He stepped in close behind and took hold of her hand, slowly guiding it around the
front. “Touch yourself,” he said, hearing her gasp of shock as he pressed her hand
against her clit before releasing it.

She hesitated but didn’t lower her hand. “We can see everything.”

“That’s the point, sweetheart.” His tongue darted out to lick her neck before he blew
on it. “Watching is a huge turn-on.”

She shivered, her hand involuntarily jerking and brushing her slickness.

“Oooh…” Her hand moved again, her middle finger circling her clit as she gawked, her
intense expression that of someone who’d never done this before.

It empowered him, knowing he could initiate her into new pleasurable ways.

“That’s so frigging hot,” he said, touching her arm to still her hand. “Now kneel
down.” He did the same, his cock brushing her ass and making her stiffen.

“I’ve got you.” His hands spanned her waist, supporting her. “Spread your legs.”

Jett didn’t know whether it was the heightened awareness of seeing them naked in the
mirror, or the way he was ordering her around, but Allegra squared her shoulders,
tilted her chin up, and stared at him, her reflected expression bold and daring.

When her knees widened, he slid closer and he saw the moment understanding registered
on her expressive face.

“I’m rather exposed here,” she said, as he sheathed himself and nudged between her
legs, her hungry stare focused on his cock.

He held it and slid the head toward her wet entrance, gritting his teeth against the
urge to bury deep. But she was watching, and her wide-eyed wonder spurred him on to
show her how good it was with a little teasing before gratification.

He nudged her, slipping in an inch before withdrawing.

“Exposure is the whole point.” He pressed closer to her from behind as his arm snaked
around her waist. Sat back on his ankles as he zeroed in on her clit again. “This
way we both get to see exactly how exciting vanilla can be.”

Her gaze focused on his finger teasing her clit so he parted her wet folds, enjoying
her harsh intake of breath.

He sank back onto his heels. “Sit on me,” he said, guiding his cock to her with his
free hand, bracing for the incredible feel of slick, tight velvet enclosing him.

She eased down onto his cock and he groaned, the pleasure multiplied by having a prime
viewing spot as he watched her every move in the mirror.

“You feel so good,” he said, nuzzling the back of her neck while he continued to finger
her, loving how fast she caught on as she raised up on her knees slightly before sinking
down again.

Nothing better than full-skin contact, and with her back plastered to his front and
with his cock buried deep, he felt surrounded by her, immersed in her, consumed by
her.

“I’m so close,” she said, rising and sinking faster, and he obliged by grazing her
clit repeatedly and thrusting harder.

The pressure built in his balls and his body tightened as he nudged her forward a
fraction, still giving them an unimpeded view of contact but increasing his penetration.

“That feels…oh my God…yeah…” She tightened around him as he thrust so hard and so
deep she screamed, the force of his orgasm echoing hers as he plunged one last time
and almost blacked out.

“Fuck,” he said, as they sank to the floor, his arms snug around her.

With his head still spinning from the rush of blood lower, he held Allegra tight,
wondering what it was about her that made every sexual experience that much more exciting,
that much more potent.

And wondering what the hell he’d do when they parted ways.

…

“You’ve had sex.” Zoe pointed an accusing finger at Allegra as she bounced into the
honeymoon suite and dumped an armload of files on the table. “And good sex, judging
by that annoyingly smug look on your face.”

Allegra pressed her hands to her cheeks. “I don’t have a look.”

Zoe raised a WTF eyebrow. “You’re lit up like a firecracker.” She tilted her head
to study Allegra. “And what’s more, I’ve never seen you look so goddamn satisfied,
so this mystery guy must be one helluva good lay.”

Allegra couldn’t keep the grin off her face. Labeling Jett “a good lay” was like standing
in front of a Da Vinci masterpiece and saying it was “just okay.”

Jett was a sex god.

The things he could do…how he could make her feel…damn, she was going to miss him.

Zoe plopped onto a divan and folded her arms. “I refuse to do one iota of work ’til
you fill me in.”

“Unless we get this work done, you may not have a job.”