Three Wicked Days (4 page)

“There it is,” he agreed with a smile.

“So what are you not saying, Jordan?”

He shrugged. “Just have sex with the guy, Kayla. You’re usually not so uptight about
it. You’ve even done a threesome once or twice. If you can do that, you can fuck this
guy.”

Kayla studied her fingernails, trying not to look at her friend. He was right. This
should be easier for her. “It’s different with him,” she said, her voice barely above
a whisper.

“How so?” Jordan asked.

“I don’t know.”

He lifted her chin with his finger and smiled gently. “You’re lying. You know exactly
why he’s different. And so do I. Do whatever you think is best. Fuck him or don’t.
But don’t string him along. Either stay away from him, which will be hard to do here,
or just give in. Personally, I think you should just make a deal to sleep with the
guy here. Bang the hell out of him and get it out of your system. Make it clear right
up front that it’s only here. Once you’re back home, it’s over.”

“I’ll think about it.”

“Good, now go get some sleep and let me bang the hell out of my island fling.”

“Fine,” she growled tiredly.

Jordan kissed her on the cheek. “He’s not such a bad guy, Kay, and I believe that
if you just spend a little time with him, you may find out the two of you are pretty
compatible.”

She frowned up at him. “Are you up to something?”

He shrugged. “No more than I usually am.”

She pursed her lips in thought, then decided to let it go. If he was up to something,
he wouldn’t tell her anyway. “I’ll see you tomorrow,” she said as she left his room
and headed down the hall toward her own.

Steve wandered around the resort keeping an eye out for Kayla. The warm, afternoon
tropical sun shone bright, beating down on the concrete path that weaved through the
vegetation of the resort. He regretted not bringing his sunglasses and shielded his
eyes against the glare. So far he hadn’t seen Kayla yet. But God, he could still feel
her, smell her.

Last night she’d felt so perfect in his arms. Her tiny frame molded to his, setting
his blood on fire. Unfortunately, she’d run. He’d come on too strong. But the second
he’d seen her standing in those waves, her hair cascading down her back, the moonlight
glistening off the drops of water clinging to her flesh, he couldn’t resist touching
her, tasting her.

Ahead of him they were opening up the restaurant for lunch, and Steve remembered Kayla
had made reservations there for tonight. It wasn’t the only one here, but it was the
only one that required reservations. An idea came to him and he walked over, pulling
a twenty out of his wallet.

Five minutes later, he’d canceled her reservation and added his own. They would be
full later and if she wanted to eat there, she would be forced to eat with him. Damn,
he felt low. For the first time in his life, he was being sneaky to get a date.

“What the hell are you doing?”

Steve spun around and caught Jordan staring at him with narrowed eyes.

He shrugged. “Just making reservations for dinner.”

“You canceled Kayla’s.”

“So I’m sinking to a new low. Sue me.”

“Ya think?”

With a sigh, Steve continued toward the beach-front rooms, Jordan close on his heels.
“She’ll be furious. You should just go ahead, pack your things, and go stand in the
streets of Iraq dressed as Uncle Sam. They’d be easier on you than she would be.”

“Not if you don’t tell her.”

“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t.”

Steve came to a stop and stared out at the crowded beach. Sunlight reflected off the
water, making him squint. What reason did he have? He’d just done something he swore
he’d never do. Manipulate a date.

He turned to look at Jordan. “You know. I don’t know if I can.”

“Look, Steve. I’m not stupid. I’ve seen what’s in your eyes when you look at her.
But I also know what’s in her heart. You scare her. And that scares me. I don’t want
to see her hurt.”

“I would never intentionally hurt her, Jordan.”

“All right, big boy. I won’t say anything, but for her sake keep it strictly physical.
No promises, no sweet words of love, just sex.”

“What makes you think she would even agree to have sex with me?”

“Call it a hunch. Why don’t you make the proposition first? Offer her an island fling?”

“An island fling?” Steve asked skeptically.

“Sure. Just remember what I said. If you agree to keep it strictly physical, no emotions,
she would probably agree to that much quicker.”

“Why are you doing this?” Steve asked as he studied the tall, muscular man. His brown
eyes shone with intelligence and just a hint of mischief. As though he were setting
him up for something.

“I think a fling would be good for her. It would keep her busy and out of my sex life
for the duration of the trip. Not that I don’t love Kayla, you understand, I just
want her to get a little. Maybe then she won’t be so snappy.”

Steve chuckled at that bit of logic. “Has she been snappy lately?”

“You’ve seen her. What do you think?”

Steve sighed and nodded his head in acknowledgment. After last night, he’d have to
agree with him. But on the flip side, he’d deserved everything she’d spouted off.

“Just remember what I said. Don’t hurt her.” Jordan poked his finger into Steve’s
chest and then headed toward the beach, leaving Steve to contemplate his words.

Strictly physical? Could he keep it just that? He knew he could. He’d done it before
with lots of other women, but could he do it with her? Or would she worm her way further
into his heart than she already had? With a tired sigh, he turned and headed back
to the cool comfort of his room.

* * * *

Kayla stood outside Steve’s door and twisted her fingers. Could she do this? Keep
it strictly physical? Her body still burned from the night before. Still tensed in
hunger. A hunger Steve had started, and one she desperately wanted him to finish.

I can do this.

Raising her hand, she knocked and then clenched her trembling fingers as she waited
nervously for him to answer. The door swung open, and she stood immobile, her eyes
glued to his bare chest and all that smooth tan skin over hard muscle. She knew he
worked out, but damn. She certainly hadn’t expected the amount of muscle or the washboard
abs.

Lowering her gaze she followed the light dusting of hair that trailed down his stomach
like an upside down arrow, coming to a stop at the impressive bulge beneath his swim
trunks. She licked her lips and for a second imagined herself sucking his cock into
her mouth, running her tongue around the tip and licking his salty cum. Again, she
licked her lips and tightened her thighs against her throbbing pussy. The wetness
poured from her body, saturating her swimsuit bottoms.

“Keep looking at me like that, sweetheart, and you’ll find yourself fucked, and good.”

She gasped and met his dark, hungry eyes. Was what she felt that evident, that obvious?
Steeling her spine, she lifted her chin, determined to get this out. “We’ll have sex,
but only here. Once we leave, that’s it.” She took a deep breath and added, “And you
have to use a condom.”

Steve raised a brow, amusement lifting the corner of his lips. “If that’s what you
want.”

She tugged at the hem of her bathing suit cover. “That’s what I want.”

“Come in then.” He stood back and held the door open wider.

“Now?”

He just smiled, sending her heart skipping uncontrollably. “Now sounds good to me.”

She stepped into the room, feeling as though she was walking into a lion’s den. The
bed was unmade, the sheets in disarray. Images of them tangled in those sheets flitted
through her mind, and her nipples hardened. She turned and spotted him leaning his
back against the door, his arms crossed over his chest. Lifting her hands, she pulled
open her suit cover, revealing her pink bikini.

His eyes darkened as they roamed over her figure, heating her flesh. “Take it off,”
he commanded.

She dropped the cover, becoming bolder with every second. The way he looked at her
set her on fire, made her more confident. Reaching behind her, she unsnapped the top.
With a teasing grin, she held one arm over her breasts while the other hand dropped
the bikini top. A muscle jerked in his cheek, and her grin widened as she cupped her
breasts, shielding them from his view.

He stalked toward her, slowly, deliberately, and her heart pounded in her chest. Taking
a step back, she bumped into the mattress and then lifted her leg, settling one knee
on the bed, and then the other. She almost lost her balance, but kept her hold on
her breasts, determined to tease him. Her position on the bed put her at eye level
with him, and the smoldering in his gaze made her legs tremble uncontrollably. She
would get it good.

Hopefully.

His hands covered hers and squeezed before moving them. Dipping his head, he circled
his tongue around her aching nipple, his teeth nipping at the underside of her breast.
She inhaled sharply, pushing her chest out farther, silently begging him to continue,
to take it in his mouth and suck.

“Mmmm,” he moaned. “I wanted to do this last night.”

The tip of his tongue swiped across her sensitive nipple, and she gasped, desperately
wanting more. His palm covered the other mound and massaged while his hot mouth enveloped
the sensitive peak. Heat encompassed her, made her crazy, and she moaned as pleasure
raced through her. Burying her hands in his hair, she tried to pull him closer, get
him to suck harder.

He pulled away and slid his hands down her hips, tugging at her bikini bottoms. When
they reached her knees, he gently pushed her to the mattress. “Lie back.”

She watched as he pulled them the rest of the way off, his fingers sliding along her
skin leaving goose bumps in their wake. His gaze followed his hands back up the inside
of her thighs. Oh, God. She was so turned on, if he touched her there, she would explode.

Laying her head back against the pillows, she spread her legs, giving him access to
what they both wanted. His hot breath blew along her slit and she bucked her hips.

“Oh.”

Gentle pressure on the inside of her thigh spread her legs wider. Steve bit at her
labia, sending a current of tingling sensations straight to her womb. He was killing
her.

Damn it, touch me. Lick me. Anything!

His tongue slid along her slit, and she gripped the sheets, biting her lip to keep
from shouting.

“So wet,” he sighed against her. “Have you been thinking about what I said I wanted
to do to you?”

“Yes,” she groaned. Another sweep of his tongue moved a little deeper and she sighed,
her body begging for the touch he was holding just out of reach. “Steve, please.”

“Would you like for me to do those things, Kayla?” His fingers spread her pussy lips,
and he dipped his tongue deep in her wet channel. But only once before pulling away
again.

“Yes, Steve,” she moaned.

“You taste so good, Kayla.” Another deep sweep of his tongue. “So sweet.”

“Oh, fuck.”

“Yes, Kayla. I will fuck you.” He circled her clit with his tongue and then moved
lower to lap at the juices dripping from her pussy. “With my tongue, my fingers.”

To prove his point he pushed two fingers into her tight channel. Her hips rose from
the mattress, pulling his fingers deeper. “Then when you can’t take anymore, I’ll
fuck you with my cock. Just like this.” His fingers slowly worked in and out while
his teeth nibbled at her clit. “Slow and deep.”

She was so close. She could feel her walls tightening around his fingers, could feel
the first beginning throbs. Her breath came out in pants, she could hardly think.

“Steve.”

“Come on, sweetheart.” The rhythm of his fingers increased, pushing in harder, deeper.
Her juices poured out, running between the cheeks of her bottom and onto the mattress.
“Come for me. I want to taste you in my mouth.”

His lips clamped down on her swollen nub and sucked. Her release hit her hard, and
she screamed, her hips rising from the bed with the tempo of her throbs. Eventually,
they subsided, and she released her grip on the sheets, enjoying the soft licks of
his tongue against her pussy.

“Ah, so sweet, Kayla,” he whispered as his lips worked a path up her stomach.

She could feel the heat begin again, the need between her legs rising. What was he
doing to her?

“Mmmm,” she crooned and wrapped her arms around his neck. His teeth bit at her bottom
lip, and she opened for his kiss. His mouth was hot and demanding. She swept her tongue
through his mouth, tasting herself, and it turned her on, made her hotter. Steve moaned,
the head of his thick cock rubbing against her through his shorts. With trembling
hands, she tugged at the waistband, trying to get them off.

Rising to his knees between her legs, he pushed the shorts down, revealing his thick
shaft to her gaze. She gasped at his size and how thick he was. Magnificent. Sitting
up, she reached out to grab it, circling it with her hand. It was hot and jerked slightly
at her touch. She swiped her tongue across the tip, committing his salty taste to
memory.

“Shit,” he groaned.

She glanced up at him. His eyes were tightly closed, his jaw clamped shut. “Do you
like that?” she asked, and then did it again.

“Oh, yeah.”

Moving her hand, she slid her tongue down his length and then sucked on his hard balls.
She had him right where she wanted him now. Sliding her hand between his legs, she
found the sensitive spot behind his balls just as her mouth closed around his shaft
and pulled him deep. The tip hit the back of her throat and she relaxed. Taking a
deep breath in through her nose, she tried to suck him deeper down her throat.

He moaned and grabbed a handful of her hair, tugging as she sucked.

“Kayla,” he growled. “Damn, you have one hell of a mouth.”