No Strings... (9 page)

Not even a flicker of interest passed through him, because the only woman on his mind was Chloe. Yeah, he had it bad for her. “Sorry, but I’m with someone,” he told the other woman, indicating the red band on his wrist.

She sighed, her lips pursed in disappointment. “I should have known someone as hot as you would already be taken. It seems all the good ones have already been snatched up.”

Aiden watched in amusement as the woman continued on her quest to find an unattached guy. Most people had paired off, but there were a few singles still mingling. He supposed not everyone would leave the resort having found someone they wanted to pursue once their time on the island was over.

He absently swirled his scotch in his glass, his gaze stopping on a woman making her way through the crowd and heading toward him. There was no doubt in his mind that it was Chloe, and his body instantly tightened in awareness. He knew that slow, sexy walk of hers that made her hips sway oh-so-sensually, and recognized the compact curves beneath the black dress she wore. A mask with colorful feathers covered most of her features, and while he couldn’t see her face, the seductive smile on her lips was pure, provocative Chloe.

Clearly recognizing him, as well, she stopped in front of him and curled her fingers in the lapels of his jacket. Without preamble she tilted her head to the side and settled her mouth against his, kissing him like a woman with a purpose—to drive him out of his mind with wanting her.

He was already there.

Sliding her tongue along his one last time, she ended the mind-bending kiss, and just as mysteriously as she’d materialized, she turned back around and walked away. Seconds later, she vanished into the crush of party revelers—leaving him dazed and intrigued by her flirtatious game of hide-and-seek.

Grinning, he headed in the direction she’d just disappeared, knowing he’d spend the entire night trying to find her if that’s what it took. Fortunately, his search only lasted a few minutes, until one of the waiters serving champagne handed him a small sealed envelope with his name on it.

“I was instructed to give this to you.”

Recognizing the handwriting as Chloe’s, Aiden accepted the note. “Thank you.” Breaking the seal, he pulled out a card and read the message she’d written for him.

I want to be your fantasy come true. My room. My way.

God, she already
was
his deepest, most erotic fantasy come to life, and there was no way he could resist her invitation. Tucking the card into his jacket pocket, he removed his mask and left the masquerade ball, his final destination Chloe’s hotel room. A few minutes later, he was knocking on her door, his pulse pounding in anticipation of what the night would bring.

Chloe opened the door, now dressed in a deep purple, thigh-length silky robe, her mask gone, though he was pleased to see she was still wearing her black stiletto heels. With a sultry smile, she took his hand and pulled him inside. Somehow, she’d gotten a hold of some candles, which were placed around the room, the flickering flames creating a warm, romantic glow of light. The intoxicating scent of vanilla filled the air, and soft mood-music played from her iPod on the dresser, adding to the seductive atmosphere.

“First, let’s get
you
out of some of your clothes,” she said, her eyes alight with promise as she pulled his suit jacket off and draped it over the back of one of the desk chairs.

While he toed off his shoes, she tugged on his tie, loosening the strip of material enough to remove it over his head, then she began unbuttoning his shirt and slipped the crisp white cotton over his shoulders and down his arms. He removed his socks, and when he started to unbuckle his thin black belt, she grabbed his wrists and stopped him.

“Leave your pants on,” she said, leaning into him to gently nip at his bottom lip. “For now.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he murmured, letting her run tonight’s show without any objection from him.

“Sit on that chair by the bed,” she told him, indicating the other desk chair she’d positioned there.

Her request ramped up his curiosity another level as he walked around to the side of the bed. Withdrawing three foil packets from his slacks’ pocket, he set them on the nightstand and flashed her one of his charming smiles. “I’m hoping we’ll be needing these at some point tonight.”

A flirtatious smile touched the corner of her mouth. “Maybe. If you’re lucky.”

Oh, he was feeling extremely lucky tonight. He sat down, stretching his legs out in front of him, and clasped his hands over his stomach. He watched as she strolled back to the dresser, touched her iPod, and Kings of Leon’s song, “Sex On Fire,” started to play.

She slowly made her way back to him, her hips moving rhythmically, while every step she took allowed him a glimpse of creamy bare thigh peeking from the front opening of her robe. Oh-so-slowly, she tugged on the silky belt, letting the material part gradually as she performed a riveting striptease just for him. In time, she shrugged her shoulders and the robe fluttered to the floor at her feet, leaving her standing in front of him in a black lace bra, matching panties and those do-me heels.

It was all he could do to keep from grabbing her and pulling her onto his lap for a more private, intimate kind of dance.

Her fingers slid the straps of her bra down to her elbows, exposing the top swells of her breasts as she reached behind her and unhooked the closure. She straightened her arms, and the lacy fabric joined her robe on the floor, her firm, full breasts on glorious display.

He shifted in his seat as heat and arousal pumped through him, hardening his cock in a flash. The growing bulge in his pants didn’t escape her notice, and when she licked her lips, he felt it all the way to his groin.

Christ, she was killing him...in the best way possible.

Closing her eyes, she lifted her arms above her head and started dancing provocatively for him—so confident, sexy and gorgeous. Candlelight flickered across her bare skin, caressing her breasts with a golden warmth as her entire body shimmied and her hips gyrated in time to the music, her every move sinuous and mesmerizing.

And then she began touching herself...

Her fingers threaded through her long, silky brown hair, then leisurely trailed along her throat. He bit back a groan as her hands cupped her breasts, lifting and playing with them, kneading the hard nipples until her lips parted with a soft gasp of pleasure that resonated through him.

Her lashes fluttered back open, and she stared at him, a wicked smile on her lips as her hands continued downward, skimming lightly, playfully, over her flat belly. Slender fingers dipped beneath the waistband of her panties, slid between her thighs and pressed inward. A deep breath shuddered out of her, leaving no doubt in his mind that those fingers were buried in the slick, wet heat of her own arousal. Right where
he
wanted to be.

Her eyes darkened with desire. “Remember that fantasy you told me about on the plane?”

As if he could forget revealing his biggest turn-on. “Watching a woman pleasure herself,” he said.

She withdrew her hand and hooked her thumbs into the sides of her panties, pushing them down her legs and off, so that she was now completely naked. Then she stepped out of her high heels and sat down on the bed directly in front of him, legs together.

God, she was gorgeous, and so damn sexy she stole his sanity and nearly obliterated his self-control. Her rich, dark hair cascaded over her shoulders to her breasts, her taut nipples peeking out through the silky strands. Her skin was flushed from her striptease, her eyes dilated with the kind of carnal lust that speared straight to his aching cock.

“I want to be that fantasy for you,” she said huskily. “Tell me what you want me to do.”

Her irresistible offer stunned him, and made him realize just how much thought she’d put into tonight’s rendezvous. No other woman had ever been so uninhibited just for him, and he was glad that Chloe was going to be the one to fulfill this secret fantasy of his.

“Spread your legs and touch yourself,” he said, his voice a low, growling demand. “Show me what makes you hot and wet.”

“You do,” she whispered as her thighs parted wide, giving him the unobstructed view he wanted.

He liked her answer, liked even more how she bit her plump bottom lip as her fingers parted her delicate pink flesh, then glided along her swollen clitoris in slow, lazy circles that caused her to shiver in delight.

“Deeper,” he ordered huskily.

Her fingers, damp with her own desire, glided lower, until one penetrated her core, dipping and swirling rhythmically while her thumb continued to caress and stroke her cleft. Her breasts rose and fell, faster and deeper, matching the seductive dance of her fingers on her sex.

His body, already tense with need, was on fire for her. His dick was so hard it hurt, and it didn’t help that it was confined inside his slacks. Desperately needing to ease the uncomfortable, building pressure, he unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants and freed his erection from his boxer-briefs. His groan of relief caught Chloe’s attention, and her hungry, lust-filled gaze dropped to his thick shaft.

“I want to watch you touch yourself, too,” she murmured.

More than happy to oblige her request, he wrapped his fingers around his cock and began to stroke, root to tip. Slowly. Leisurely. A drop of moisture beaded on the head, and he dragged his thumb through the slick lubrication, using it to increase the friction, just enough to feel good without taking him over the edge.

Her gaze was riveted to his hand stroking his shaft, just as fascinated and aroused by the sight of him masturbating as he was with her display of eroticism.

“Oh, God, Aiden...”

Hearing the catch in her voice, and knowing she was on the verge of climaxing, he gave her that final push she seemed to need. “Let go and come for me, babe,” he rasped.

Her fingers moved faster over her clitoris, her hips jerking, her thighs trembling as her orgasm rocked through her. Tipping her head back, she closed her eyes and whimpered softly, losing herself in her own private world of ecstasy, while allowing him to be a voyeur to her pleasure.

He’d never witnessed anything so freaking hot and erotic, and his own climax surged forward, threatening to erupt. Not wanting to come until he was buried deep inside of her, he tightened his fingers around the base of his cock to keep his release at bay. More than anything he wanted to press her back on the bed and drive into her, but with effort, he held back.

It took her a few extra moments to come down from her high and regain her equilibrium, and when she did she moved off the bed and settled on her knees in front of where he was still sitting on the chair. She grabbed the sides of his pants and pulled downward, clearly wanting them off. He lifted his hips and let her undress him, until he was just as naked as she was.

Smiling like a woman who was about to blow his mind, she pressed her palms against his knees and pushed his legs apart. “This is where the licking, biting and sucking are about to happen,” she said, reminding him of the promise she’d made this afternoon at the beach.

Leaning forward, she nibbled her way up the inside of his thigh, her breath damp and hot against his skin, and her teeth eliciting just enough of a sting to elevate his awareness of where she was heading. When she reached his shaft, her tongue came into play, licking a wet path all the way up to the sensitive tip. He groaned, tangling his hands in her hair, and with a devilish smile she wrapped her lips around the throbbing head and pulled him into the lush, silky heat of her mouth...all the way to the back of her throat.

Overwhelming lust pounded at him as her tongue swirled along the length of his cock, and then she sucked him, hard and deep, and he damn near exploded.

Considering how intensely aroused he was, this bit of foreplay was all he could handle without climaxing right then and there. Swearing beneath his breath, he fisted his hands in her hair and pulled her head back until she had no choice but to release him.

Eyes smoldering, she blinked up at him, surprised that he’d ended things so soon, and he quickly explained. “As tempting as your mouth is, I need to be inside you.”

Need. Such a strong, emotional word. But that’s what she made him feel...a desperate, undeniable demand to be a part of her that shook him to the core. And not just physically. Refusing to overanalyze things when this week was supposed to be nothing more than a fun, sexy affair, he shoved those thoughts and feelings out of his head. Right now, tonight, it was all about pleasure, and nothing more.

Unsure how she wanted to proceed, he let her take the lead, knowing he’d do whatever she wanted because the end result would be the same no matter what—being buried deep inside her. She reached for one of the condoms on the nightstand and sheathed him. Then she stood back up, straddled his thighs, and with her hands gripping his shoulders and her gaze holding his, she slowly, gradually, sank onto his cock, the fit so tight and hot he didn’t even try to stop the low, rough, possessive growl of
need
that escaped him.

He placed his hands at the small of her back as the music on her iPod changed to another feverish song, and she began moving to the heavy, driving beat in an erotic lap dance—her body grinding into his, hips gyrating, thighs clenching tight along his as she rode his shaft.

Moaning softly, she threaded her fingers into his hair, pulled his head back and settled her mouth over his, kissing him deeply, passionately, completely fusing the connection between them. Feeling her body clench around his cock, and knowing she was as close as he was to coming, he slid a hand between them and stroked her clitoris, triggering her release. He thrust upward and surrendered to the wild, intense pleasure pouring through him, while Chloe held on to him as if he were the only solid thing that still existed in a universe that had just tipped crazily on its axis.

He felt the same way and knew that no matter what they’d originally agreed upon when they’d arrived at the resort, things would never be the same between them again. And he wasn’t quite sure what to do about that.