Tender Kisses (10 page)

Justin chuckled.

The highlight of the performance, in her mind, had to be the hologram of Michael performing on the stage with the dancers. They performed so precisely, she would have sworn Michael was on the stage for real.

Siobhan was still humming and smiling after the show, and Justin bought her a T-shirt for a souvenir. “I don't know if I want to wear it or frame it.”

“I can solve that problem. Stay right here.” He disappeared in the crowd and came back minutes later with a second shirt. “Now one to frame and one to wear.”

“I can't let you do this. You already bought one.” She opened her purse, and he put a hand on her arm.

“This weekend is my treat, sweetheart. Now dinner.”

“Dare I ask where?”

“You can ask...”

She tilted her chin and strutted past him. “That's okay. I don't need to know. I'm fine.”

Justin shook his head and laughed. “You're learning.”

They walked clear across the other side of the resort and ended up at the House of Blues. This night kept getting better and better. She ordered a shrimp po'boy with French fries and a margarita, while he opted for jambalaya and a Long Island Iced Tea. With the way she had eaten today, Siobhan would need to hit the gym every day next week to work it all off, but she didn't regret one second. Over dinner, they discussed their favorite parts of the show and what they wished had been included. This had been the best date she'd ever had, and she was a little sad that it would be over tomorrow. And she hadn't even thought about turning on her cell phone once. “What's next?” she asked eagerly.

Justin took a sip of his drink before responding. “You decide.”

She brought her hand to her heart. “What? I get to be in control?” she said teasingly.

A wide grin split his face. “I'm quite content to share every once in a while.”

“All right, then. Let's go to The Venetian and take a gondola ride, then go for a walk on the Strip.”

He paid the bill and found out the indoor portion of the ride closed at midnight, which gave them two hours. Rather than walk, Justin drove in case there was a long wait. It turned out to be a wise decision because the earliest available time was an hour later. The line had thinned out considerably by their scheduled time, and they were fortunate enough to have a private ride. Justin draped his arm around her, and she rested her head on his shoulder.

Siobhan didn't know if it was the romantic atmosphere of the ride, the feel of Justin's arm around her or the entire day, but all she wanted was to go back to the room. “Justin.”

“Yeah, baby.”

“Can we go back to the room after the ride?”

“Sure. Are you tired?”

She lifted her head, and their eyes met. “No.”

She wasn't tired at all. In fact, she felt more energized than she had in a long while.

Chapter 10

J
ustin slanted his mouth over Siobhan's in an urgent kiss as soon as the hotel door closed. He removed her jacket and dropped it on the floor, and without breaking the seal of their mouths, he walked her backward until the backs of her legs hit the bed. He lowered her onto it and stretched his toned body on top of hers. Siobhan moaned, loving the feel of his weight.

“You don't know how many nights I fantasized about being here with you like this,” Justin whispered against her lips as his hand snaked between their bodies to cup her full breast. He feathered kisses along her jaw, the column of her neck and the exposed portion of her chest.

A flurry of sensations rushed through Siobhan. “Justin.” She had envisioned this moment, as well.

“I want to explore every part of your body.” He came to his knees, brought her to a sitting position and pulled her shirt over her head. “Mmm, nice,” he said of her apple-green lace bra, before dipping his head to gently bite her nipple through the fabric.

Electricity shot through her, and she moaned loudly. “I want you, too.” She unbuttoned his shirt and ran her hand over the muscled wall of his chest. Siobhan darted her tongue out and swiped it across his nipple. His sharp intake of breath pierced the silence, and she repeated the action with its twin, eliciting a low moan from his throat.

“We have on way too many clothes,” Justin murmured. He paused to pull the comforter back. “Lie back, baby.” He lifted first one foot, then the other, and slipped her shoes off. Then he unfastened her slacks and slid them down and off to reveal matching panties. He caressed each leg, starting at her foot and working his way to her hips, then followed with his mouth.

Justin lifted his head briefly. “I gotta tell you, you are sexy as hell, and what you're wearing... I could look at you all night long. But I want to see it all.” He hooked his thumbs in the waistband of her panties and slowly removed them. He reached behind her and, with one flick of his wrist, undid her bra. Siobhan's breasts sprang free, and he latched on to a hardened bud.

Every place on her body tingled. Justin mastered her body like someone who had been schooled in the art of pleasure. “What about your clothes?” Siobhan said breathlessly. She reached up and pushed his shirt off his shoulders. He rose and kicked off his shoes, then tossed the shirt aside and went to work on his pants, removing them and his briefs in one fluid motion. She thought his upper body impressive, but his strong thighs and tight buttocks, not to mention his engorged manhood, had her close to drooling.

He dug in his bag and retrieved condoms, tore one off and tossed the others on the nightstand. Justin rolled it over his length and came back to the bed. “Now, where was I? Ahh, I think I was here,” he said, swirling his tongue around her breasts and kneading them.

Siobhan wanted him inside her now. “Justin, I can't wait.” She rotated her hips and closed her hand around his erection, but he shifted out of her reach.

“Relax, sweetheart, and just feel. We have all night.”

He continued to torture and tease her breasts with his mouth while one hand feathered over her belly and lower still until he reached her center. He pushed her legs apart, parted her folds and slipped first one finger, then another one, inside her. She grew wetter and wetter with each bold stroke and arched into his hand. His fingers moved faster and faster, and when he added a third finger, Siobhan gripped the sheets and moaned loudly as a blinding orgasm tore through her.

Justin withdrew his fingers and kissed his way back up to her mouth. The kiss was seductive with a slow, drugging intimacy that had warning bells screaming in her head. She sensed something different in the way he kissed her, something that said this was more than just sex. She tensed.

“What is it, Siobhan?”

She shook her head quickly. “Nothing.” How could she tell him that the emotions he roused in her frightened her? She could do sex, but with her track record, she didn't want to make the same mistake as before.

His expression turned serious. “If you've changed your mind, it's—”

“No.” She swept her tongue into his mouth and captured his, conveying just what she wanted.

He groaned, positioned his body over hers, pushed at her entrance and buried himself to the hilt. Justin eased out to the tip and thrust again, establishing an easy rhythm. “So good,” he murmured.

Each rhythmic thrust drew Siobhan further into his web of passion until she lost all sense of time and space. He kept up the pace for several minutes, and she whimpered when he withdrew.

He chuckled softly. “Don't worry. I got you, baby.” He turned Siobhan on her side, came up to a high kneel, placed one thigh between hers and slid back in. “Tell me if you like this.”

She cried out at the sweet invasion. In this position, he could go deeper and hit her G-spot with every stroke. He quickened his movements. Her cries grew louder, and her breathing came in short gasps. A spiraling sensation began low in her belly and swept her up like a tornado. Siobhan cried out as another orgasm ripped through her.

Justin threw his head back and let out a guttural groan as he found his own climax. “Siobhan.” His body shuddered, and he called her name on a ragged moan. His head hung limp for a moment, and then he pulled out and collapsed on the bed beside her, his front to her back, draping an arm over her middle and snuggling close. “As soon as I catch my breath, I'll run some bathwater and we can soak in that huge tub.”

“Mmm.” That was the only word she could manage. Her heart thudded in her chest, and tremors still raced through her. The man not only could kiss, but also knew his way around a woman's body. She must have dozed off because she never heard Justin leave the bed or run the water. She wasn't the smallest person, but Justin lifted her in his strong arms as if she weighed nothing.

“How's the water?” he asked, lowering her into the tub.

“Fine.”

He sat beside her, gathered her in his arms and pressed his lips against hers. “I like holding you in my arms.”

“And I like you holding me in your arms.” They relaxed for several minutes. Then he reached for one of the washcloths lying on the edge of the tub, wet it and let the water drizzle over her shoulders and back.

“I hope you don't mind me using the hotel's shower gel.”

“No,” she murmured, enjoying his ministrations.

Afterward, Justin led her back to the bed, hit the lights and snuggled behind her, his hand lightly caressing her hip and thigh. No other man had taken such an inordinate amount of time to please her, not even the man she was supposed to marry. She smiled. Maybe being with him wasn't all bad.

* * *

The shard of light peeking through the heavy curtains awakened Justin. He glanced over his shoulder at the clock, then back at the woman curled into his side. They had another three hours before checkout. He left the bed silently and went to the bathroom. He returned and crawled back into bed, being careful not to disturb Siobhan. It had been a long time since he'd had a morning after—he made a practice to avoid them—but for the first time, he didn't feel the restlessness that usually had him bolting for the door. In fact, he was stunned by how right it felt waking up next to Siobhan. His groin stirred with the memory of the previous night, and a smile spread across his lips.

Then he frowned. The sex had been great, and despite what she said about wanting him, he knew Siobhan still hadn't allowed herself to enjoy it fully. Justin didn't know whether it was because she'd been hurt badly in a previous relationship, or if it was just like she said—she never let go of her control. But now that he'd got a glimpse of her fire, he wished for nothing more than to unlock the passion she kept so tightly bound.

Siobhan shifted. Her eyes fluttered then opened, and she smiled.

Justin's heart did a little flip. “Good morning, beautiful.”

“Good morning.”

He kissed her lightly.

“Excuse me. I need to go to the bathroom.”

He watched her naked curvaceous body as she passed, and he hardened immediately. He'd planned for them to have breakfast and then get on the road, but breakfast and the road would have to wait.

“What time are we heading back?” Siobhan asked as she climbed into bed again.

“After I get another taste of your sexy body,” he answered, kissing her until she lay flat. His hand traveled over her smoother-than-silk skin, from her face to her neck, and finally settled on her breasts. Justin massaged the full mounds, then left her mouth, captured a pebbled nipple between his teeth and tugged gently, drawing a sharp cry from her. “You like that, baby?”

“Ooooh, yes.”
Her head dropped back, and her eyelids closed.

“That's good because today I'm going to make you scream.” He slid down her body, hooked her left leg over his shoulder and placed a kiss on her knee. He trailed his tongue along her inner thigh to her warm, moist center, then mirrored his actions on her right leg. Justin repeated the action until she trembled and writhed beneath him, then plunged his tongue into her slick, wet heat.

“Justin,” she chanted as his tongue moved faster and deeper.

He felt the moment she started to lock down her emotions and tried to scoot away, but he wasn't having it, not today. “Let it go, sweetheart.”

“Noooo, I...I can't.”

“Yes, you can. It's okay. Let go in my arms, Siobhan.” He slid in two fingers and sucked the tiny bud between her legs, and she screamed his name, the sound like music to his ears. He lowered her legs, reached for and donned the condom he'd placed on the nightstand, and guided his engorged shaft into her body. He groaned as he sank deep within her tight walls. Justin reversed their positions, pulling her on top of him.

Siobhan leaned down to kiss him.

He cradled the back of her head and deepened the kiss, his tongue slipping into her mouth. “Ride me, baby,” he whispered against her lips.

“I've never had the pleasure of riding.”

“No? Well, there's a first time for everything. I want you to take control.”

A spark lit in her eyes. She braced her hands on his chest, lifted her body.

Justin grabbed her hips and guided her down. She moved slowly at first, almost tentatively. Then something seemed to burst free in her, and she took him on a ride like he'd never experienced. Siobhan swiveled her hips and slammed down on him, her hands firmly gripping his shoulders. And each time she came down, he thrust up to meet and match her strokes, going deeper each time.

“I like this,” she panted, arching her back and increasing the tempo, rocking the bed.

So did he. His eyes rolled to the back of his head, and she had him damn near ready to speak in tongues. But the sheer impact of how she was making him feel prevented him from uttering one coherent word. Her inner muscles clenched him, and he knew she was about to climax. He wanted them to come together. Holding her hips tightly, Justin pounded into her. The moment a gigantic explosion hit him, Siobhan let out a hair-raising scream. He quickly covered her mouth with his, absorbing the sound in a hard kiss. Their bodies bucked and shuddered for what seemed like hours before she collapsed on him.

Justin could feel the rapid pace of Siobhan's heart beating in rhythm with his. He wrapped his arms around her and marveled at how well she appeared to suit him. On some level, he'd known she had fire beneath her conservative exterior, but never did he expect her to turn out to be the completely uninhibited woman with whom he had just shared the best orgasm of his life.

When he could finally get his mouth to work, Justin said, “Damn, girl. You can take control anytime you want.”

Siobhan lifted her head. “Good, because I like it up here so much you may never get me off.” She raised an eyebrow and chuckled. “And I'm guessing by your response, you'd like another ride.”

His arousal was instantaneous, and he laughed. “There are some things a man can't hide.” His laughter turned into a groan of satisfaction when she rose above him and slowly, meticulously impaled herself on his rapidly growing erection.

“Let's see if I can make
you
scream this time,” she said with a sultry wink.

Justin cursed and wondered if a man could die from too much pleasure.

An hour and a half later, showered and ready to check out, he stared at Siobhan in awe as she went in and out of the bathroom gathering her things. Sex with her went beyond his wildest dreams, and he got hard all over again thinking about those two last rounds.

“I think I have everything,” she said, surveying the room.

He picked up both bags and headed for the door. Taking one last look around, he opened the door and let her precede him out. Rather than waste time standing in line, he had used the express checkout. After placing their small bags into the car, he and Siobhan had a quick breakfast in one of the hotel's restaurants then hit the road.

“What are your plans for the rest of the day?” he asked later.

“We're getting together for family dinner.”

“Are you going early to help cook?”

“I'm supposed to be.”

“We should make it back around three if we don't hit any traffic.”

“But since we're talking LA, it's highly unlikely,” Siobhan added with a shake of her head.

Justin laughed. They fell silent for a while, and then he said, “Can I ask why you're always so...so...?” He tried to find the right word without offending her.

“Uptight, controlling, bitchy.”

He slanted her a quick glance. “You don't pull any punches with your words, do you?”

“Nope.”

“Well, those words weren't exactly what I was going for. I was thinking more along the lines of reserved or guarded.”

She shrugged. “It's just the way I am.”

“That's not who you were for the past twenty-four hours—the complete opposite—and somehow, I don't think that woman just appeared out of thin air.”