She kicked the shorts and underwear free and stood in front of him naked.
“Yes,” he said to no question in particular as he studied her.
He pushed his jeans and underwear to the floor as well, his erection straining toward her. He managed to get out of his shoes, jeans and underwear before he reached for her. His hands went to her breasts as hers went to his shoulders and he was kissing her.
She lost track of where they were as he possessed her mouth. Until her back came up against cool glass. Her palms pressed against the smooth surface and she recognized that she was against the sliding glass door leading to the balcony off the living room.
“Doug,” she gasped as his mouth trailed down her neck to her collar bone.
“I have this overwhelming urge to be sure the world knows you’re here with me like this,” he said against her skin. He tugged on her nipple causing a heartfelt groan from her gut. “I think that’s why the elevator happened. I want everyone to see how much you want me, what I can do to you.”
She had never considered herself an exhibitionist before but a thrill danced through her. She knew it wasn’t the thrill of getting caught or being watched. It was the possessiveness he was showing. Like he wanted to advertise she was his.
And she was afraid maybe she was becoming a little bit his, a little more every minute.
“I want to show off what I can do,” he said, running his hand down her side. “I’ve never been like this before. But I want everyone to know you’re with me. That I can make you scream. That I can give you absolute pleasure, can overwhelm you, can be all you want.”
Before she could respond he spun her to face the glass. She braced her hands on the door. The darkness outside turned the glass into a mirror. She could see her reflection with Doug behind her, passion on both faces. Beyond that she could see the lights of the city. Other buildings were lit but none that had floors this high were close enough to see them. Still, it made heat swirl in her blood the way Doug seemed to want this, them, on display.
“I can be all you want, right, Morgan? I can make you hot, make you crazy,” he breathed in her ear, one hand cupping her breast, the other sliding low, his fingers sliding into her.
“God, yes,” she groaned.
Watching him do this to her in the reflection, seeing it as she was feeling it, was amazing. His big hands were everywhere, owning her, making her sure she’d never want another man to touch her like this.
“When I have you like this, is doesn’t matter where I come from or what I have or don’t have as long as I know how to give you something no one else can give you.”
His words were muffled by his kisses and licks along her shoulder blade and middle of her back as his fingers stroked deep. But she heard them. She wondered if they were coherent or just mumblings in the heat of the moment.
Either way, she wanted him to know for certain that how she felt with him was like nothing else she’d ever experienced.
“If I could keep us out of jail, I’d take you down to the middle of this fancy-assed hotel’s lobby and make you moan and beg and scream for everyone to see.”
Lust shuddered through her. She would never want to do that, but somehow she understood the sentiment for what it was.
“Spread your legs,” he murmured as he stroked over her clit.
She gasped and did as he asked, feeling him press close, his cock against her butt. “Don’t make me beg,” she practically begged.
She heard a soft chuckle. “You’ve got
me
at
your
mercy,” he said.
His fingers slid free and she heard the sound of the condom package ripping, then his hands were back on her hips. “Push back, babe,” he said.
She did and he slid deep.
They groaned together.
He tried to go slow. He really did. It would have been nice to make love to her, to take his time, to indulge and enjoy and draw it out.
But like he was wired for a quick detonation the moment he was fully inside her, he seemed to have no control. His body took over and he had to move, fast and hard and deep. Once she started gasping and moving against him he was done for.
He meant every word. Every damned, pathetic word he’d said. He wanted the world to know that she chose him, let him be like this, do these things to and with her.
He couldn’t explain it. Wasn’t sure he even wanted to analyze it too much. He’d never felt this way about a woman. Sex was sex. Nice, fun, satisfying. But never so crazy. He wanted to possess her, drive her mad, make it so she’d never want anyone else and never…forget him.
As the realization hit him he surged forward, burying himself deep. Her muscles clenched around him, holding on, pulling everything out of him. It felt so much more than physical. It felt like she was demanding all he had on every level and, God help him, he wanted to give it to her.
The city lights shone outside of the window and he felt, again, that he was showing her, and what he could do to her, to the world. That made him thrust faster and when he focused on her reflection in the glass, the desire on her face, her gasps, the way she pushed back, arched and met his strokes, as if she couldn’t get enough of him either, made all the heat, the lust, the emotions he was feeling coil tightly in his gut. He wouldn’t last much longer.
“Morgan.” He reached for her clit again, circling and pressing. “Come for me, Sugar.”
“
Yes
.” She pressed closer to his fingers. “How do you know… How can you always…” She gasped. “Find…
that
spot.”
He didn’t know, or care. He just loved that he could. He thrust forward while rolling her clit and she came apart just moments before he did.
She leaned forward, resting her forehead on the glass, breathing hard. Dooley pulled away from her, running his hand down her back as he did.
He was totally addicted.
And totally screwed.
How was he supposed to never see her again? Never taste her? Never touch her?
Then she turned with a smile that made his whole body react with
again!
“We didn’t even use the ice cream.”
He looked around and located the dish with the brown and white swirls of melted ice cream and fudge sauce in the bottom. Looking back at Morgan leaning unabashedly naked against the sliding glass door he knew they weren’t going to get any sleep tonight.
“We haven’t used the ice cream
yet
,” he corrected, crossing to the dish.
She met him at the door to the bedroom.
Dipping his finger into the dish, he swirled the sweet liquid around her nipple. “I’ll never look at another hot fudge sundae without thinking of you.”
He hoped the same would be true for her.
Of course, she’d admitted in the car that the last time she’d had one was five years ago. So she’d think of him in five years. Maybe.
His gut clenched at the thought and that pissed him off.
He was worried about her not thinking of him when this was over? Why? Who cared? He might think of her but it wasn’t like he was going to do anything about this hunger to be with her, see her, know how she was and what she was doing.
He needed to only remember three words. Just. For. Fun.
He lifted the dish and tipped it over her chest.
She gasped as the sticky stuff dribbled over her breasts and nipples. Wide-eyed she looked up at him, then her eyes narrowed and she took the dish from him. He thought she meant to set it to one side and he started to lean in to lick the ice cream from her skin, but instead she poured the rest of the concoction on her lower stomach.
Brown rivulets ran toward her mound and lower.
Then she stepped close, pressed her body to his and kissed him.
They were both covered in sticky sweetness, almost literally stuck together, as they made their way to the bedroom, Dooley walking backward until he felt the edge of the bed at the back of his legs.
He sat and she climbed up, still spreading the ice cream between them by moving and sliding her body against his. Finally he clasped her hips, stalling her movements.
“I sincerely doubt you could taste any better, but I can’t help but find out,” he said laying back and bringing her hips up his torso until she had to move her knees over his shoulders.
He felt her body shudder as she moved so she straddled his face.
“Just a minute,” she said hoarsely.
He watched her move her hand, circling the pads of her fingers through the ice cream smeared on her stomach, then sliding lower until she painted it over her clit. She gasped as she rubbed over the spot made even more sensitive by their love-making just minutes ago.
Dooley couldn’t believe how much he wanted her again. Still. It seemed like it would never be enough.
Her finger dipped a little lower, then circled her clit again, right in front of his eyes. He grasped her wrist in his hand and brought her fingers to his mouth. His eyes on hers, he sucked each finger clean of ice cream and the sweet taste that was all her.
Then he lifted his head as he clasped her butt bringing her forward until he could taste the spot that would make her scream for him.
Her hips bucked as he licked and sucked, but he held her still, wanting to make her wild. Finally, her moans and begging trailed off to gasps as she came.
Before the quivers in her body had even quieted he flipped her to her back. “So much sweeter than hot fudge,” he said. “See?” Then he kissed her deeply, making sure she could taste herself on his tongue.
He moved between her legs, once again overcome by the need to possess and claim.
Mine
, he thought as he barely remembered to don a condom before surging into her as hard and driven as if it had been months without sex rather than barely enough time to catch his breath.
The fact he’d given her three orgasms in less than an hour didn’t escape him for a moment as she came around him only minutes later and his own orgasm roared through him.
They lay together, panting, sticky, spent—and one of them was afraid he was now mostly in love with the last woman he should be.
Being sore and sleep deprived didn’t slow Morgan down in the morning. She was humming as she left Dooley sleeping in the suite and made her way to Jonathan’s office for the final meeting before heading back to Omaha.
“Morgan.”
She came up short when she realized Todd was right in front of her. She hadn’t even noticed him. “Hi, Todd.”
“I’m glad I caught you before we go in. I just wanted to tell you I think your ideas for California are great. Good job. You deserve the position.”
She narrowed her eyes. “How do you know about my ideas for California?”
“Jonathan and I had dinner last night. You know, while you were at the ballgame with Doug.”
“Right.” She wasn’t going to feel guilty about her time with Doug. Or panicked. There had been no dinner plans with Jonathan. If the two men had met spontaneously, there was nothing she could do about that. Then she thought about the rest of what Todd said. “I deserve the position?”
“I made sure to tell Jonathan I feel you have what it takes to run the resort.”
“You did?” Did she believe him? Why would he have said that? Even if he meant it? It would mean
he
wouldn’t get the position if Jonathan agreed.
“Of course. Like I made sure he knew I enjoy working with you and I think we have a real…chemistry. If he needs me to help out in California in any way, I’m happy to.”
Ah-ha. Todd was showing Jonathan he wasn’t threatened by her. That they were a good team. That he was gracious enough to build up a co-worker, even one competing for a position. That had to have gotten him some points. Dammit.
“I appreciate that, Todd. I’ll be sure Jonathan knows I feel the same.” She pulled the door to the office suite open with more force than was necessary. She could play the games too. If Jonathan wanted to hear how fantastic Todd was, she could be his biggest cheerleader. Even if it made her want to gag.
Two hours later, her head was spinning. Thoughts, ideas, and questions swirled.
The wrap-up meeting had turned into a brainstorming session. Jonathan had picked the pieces of each of their proposals he liked best and asked them to combine them. Right then and there.
Ideas had blossomed.
She couldn’t believe it. It turned out she and Todd did have chemistry. One she noticed Jonathan watching with interest and pleasure. It just wasn’t sexual chemistry anymore. In fact, she could honestly say she could now look at Todd without a single thought to their past relationship. The truth was, she and Todd worked well together. Every angle she suggested, he could build on. Every idea she tossed out, sparked ideas in him.
It had been an exhilarating experience.
But she wasn’t stupid. At least not where Todd was concerned. Anymore. He wasn’t just using her to get ahead—he
needed
her to get ahead.
“Morgan.”
She stopped and turned. She’d been expecting him. “Todd.”
“Great meeting.” He was smiling widely as he caught up to her halfway across the lobby.
“Yep. Great meeting.”
“I was hoping maybe I could buy you dinner and we could build on some of the ideas further. I think Jonathan would appreciate us developing some of them more. Together.”
They had a lot of great starts, but they hadn’t finalized anything. And it was clear Todd was worried. He could implement ideas. He could get people to show up. He could do the PR and make the plan seem like the best thing since someone had first added chocolate syrup to coffee. But he couldn’t put it all together by himself.
“I don’t think so, Todd.”
He smile wavered, but he caught himself before his expression went into full frown-mode. “Okay, we can Skype. Or I could come to Omaha. When would you be free?”
“Never.”
He frowned, but then quickly smoothed it out. “What’s wrong? Let’s talk about it.”
He reached for her, but she dodged.
He still didn’t frown but he definitely wasn’t smiling. “Morgan, we’re a team.”
She sighed. She’d figured him out. It was a relief really. Yeah, he’d found her vulnerabilities and used them against her, but it was over now. She didn’t even need Doug anymore.