Should he ask her to come with him? Just for a couple of days? Just until this spark lost its sparkle?
He scowled at his laptop screen. Him and his sister’s best friend. Yeah, right. When the spark lost its sparkle it could all get very messy.
He was still scowling when the tousle-haired beauty walked into the room. Wearing last night’s discarded silk shirt. The top two buttons were undone, leaving a generously exposed cleavage. Its hem barely covered enough thigh to be decent; her legs flashed honey-gold in the sun’s early morning glow.
‘Someone went clubbing last night,’ she said, fiddling with the cuffs.
‘I went to check out the casino earlier in the evening.’
‘I’ve never been to a casino, but I’ve heard it’s fun.’
‘Never made it. Wasn’t in the right mood.’
‘Oh. Lucky for me.’ She smiled, looking sexy and adorable, and his body throbbed to instant attention. He wanted to have her here, now, and to hell with breakfast and his plans. ‘There’s a hotel robe in the bathroom that might be warmer,’ he suggested, tearing his gaze away and returning his focus to his PC.
‘I’m not cold.’ She’d moved in record time because an arm shot across his line of vision. ‘See, no goose-bumps.’
He nodded, resumed tapping keys. ‘Just finishing something here...’ She smelled of warm, musky, satisfied woman and he couldn’t help it—he filled his lungs with her scent.
‘You’re supposed to say it looks better on me than on you.’
He’d heard that cajoling feminine tone before, just not from Olivia. He spared a glance. Beaded nipples clearly outlined against the fine fabric. He knew they were the colour of coral and tasted like mulled wine. His eyes lingered longer than he’d intended. He could feel his blood pressure rise. And other parts. This wasn’t going the way he’d planned. ‘So it does. Keep it if you want.’ He doubted he’d wear it again—he didn’t keep mementos.
To his surprise, she agreed, ‘No reminders,’ then reached for last night’s goody bag. ‘We didn’t get to eat the food I brought over.’ From the corner of his eye he saw her pinch off a grape and hold it out to him. ‘Hungry?’
He looked up and met pretty sea-blue eyes. Yes, he was, but not for food. ‘I’ve ordered breakfast for...’ he checked the time ‘...fifteen minutes.’
‘So we have fifteen minutes.’ Popping the grape in her mouth, she started unbuttoning the shirt in a brisk, businesslike fashion.
When he watched in disbelief, she shrugged, slipping another button free, her eyes twinkling like jewels. ‘Once more for the road?’
He pushed back from the table, already pulling his shirt over his head, not bothering with buttons. ‘You’re trouble, you know that?’
‘So you’ve said.’ She pulled a foil packet out of the shirt pocket before she let the garment slither off those elegant creamy shoulders and onto the floor. ‘More than once. I—’
He’d grabbed her around the waist, swung her up, hoisted her onto the table and spread her thighs apart before either of them knew what he was about. A glass table arrangement rocked unsteadily behind her.
He paused for a second, stunned. Something that looked like panicked excitement streaked across her gaze.
‘Don’t stop.’
‘Don’t intend to.’ He slid one finger inside her.
Her gasp fired his blood to fever pitch. Snatching the condom from her fingers, he fumbled as he rolled it on then dragged her buttocks to the edge of the table. Craving the clench of her hot wet heat around him. Craving that one last time, the way an addict craved his last fix before rehab.
She leaned back on her elbows, offering. Demanding. ‘Yes! Hurry.’
His vision hazed, his body shuddered, and he heard himself swear once, violently, before he leaned over her, lowered his body to hers and plunged inside. The impact drove the air from both their lungs.
‘Jett!’
It wasn’t pain he heard in her breathless plea. It was the same urgency that beat through his own blood. His name on her lips, over and over, her hands barely clinging to his sweat-damp shoulders, hips arching to meet his thrusts.
No slow and gentle this morning, his control was in tatters, and, he knew by looking into her eyes, she didn’t want it. She wanted fast, uninhibited abandon. That was what he gave her and what she gave in return.
Sheer mindless passion. Frantic mouths and muttered pleasure. Flesh met flesh, every harsh breath expelled matched the fierce pace they’d set.
She gave him everything without fear or hesitation, eager for more, as if she’d never get enough, her whole body vibrant and alive, her face aglow.