Dropping to his knees, he pawed through his bag, heedless of the mess he was making of his clothing. Light suddenly flooded the room and without taking the time to look up, he said, 'Thanks.'
Damn it, where were the condoms? He tossed underwear, T-shirts, sweaters and socks over his shoulder. Just as panic was about to set in, he located them in a side pocket. He grabbed one and stood, then turned toward the bed. And stilled.
Jilly lay sprawled on the bedspread, her dark hair, mussed from his hands, spread around her head like a halo, an image not at all in keeping with the rest of her, which was the personification of sin. Legs splayed, wearing nothing save those lacy thigh-high sheer black stockings, she leaned up on her elbows and regarded him through smoky eyes.
His gaze wandered downward, taking in her lush mouth, flushed skin, and erect nipples, then lower, over the feminine curve of her hips and the triangle of dark curls at the apex of her shapely legs. He inhaled sharply and the delicate scent of female arousal inundated his senses, spiking his temperature several degrees. She looked like she'd just stepped from the pages of a book entitled
'Listen,' she said in a husky rasp, 'you took the edge off, and as much as I appreciate it, I still feel like a bottle rocket about to go off. If you're just going to stand there, I might have to go see what the guy in room 311 is doing.'
'Like hell,' he said with a growl. Tossing the condom onto the bedspread, he applied himself to his belt. 'I hope hard and fast is still okay with you 'cause I don't think I'm gonna last much longer.'
She shot him a sexy smile that shaved away a few more seconds of whatever time he had left before he exploded. 'Hard and fast sounds perfect.'
He stripped off his pants and boxers in one swift movement. Unmistakable appreciation gleamed in her eyes as her gaze riveted on his straining erection. He started to reach for the condom, but halted when she crawled to the edge of the bed, like a sleek cat stalking toward a bowl of cream, then rose to her knees in front of him.
She reached out and stroked her fingers down his aroused length, causing him to suck in a sharp breath. His fingers roamed up and down her back while he watched her slide her hands over him, gently cupping and squeezing him. He withstood the sweet torture of her caresses as long as he could, then, with his vision glazed with need, he gently grasped her wrist. 'Can't take any more,' he rasped, reaching for the condom.
After sheathing himself, he leaned over her, pressing her back into the mattress. Their mouths met in a wild mating of lips and tongues as he sank into her velvety, wet heat. White-hot need pounded through his every nerve ending, stripping him of all semblance of control. His world narrowed to the heated place where his body was intimately joined with hers, stroking, thrusting, at an ever maddening pace. He gritted his teeth and tried to hold off his rapidly approaching orgasm, but when she moaned, 'Matt…' against his mouth, the battle was lost. Burying his face against her silky, smooth neck, a long groan rattled in his throat and his release shuddered through him.
He wasn't certain how long he remained still buried in her snug heat, breathing in her delicate scent, his heart rapping against his ribs, his mind fogged over, before she nudge him gently with her hip.
'Can't take a deep breath,' she whispered.
He pushed up his torso, propping his weight on his palms, and looked down into her flushed face. Their gazes met. Damn, she looked as blown away as he felt. Two words reverberated through the brain this woman had just turned to mush: Man Overboard!
Brushing a damp curl from her smooth cheek, he said, 'I want you to know that I, uh, usually have a little more finesse than that.'
'No complaints here,' she assured him. A smile tugged up one corner of her delicious mouth and she stretched beneath him like a contented cat. 'Although I look forward to you proving that. And thanks for the compliment. Nice to know that I made you lose control.'
'Sweetheart, you made me lose my mind.' He lowered his head and ran his tongue over her plump lower lip. 'Definitely the next time you've gone nine months, three weeks and nineteen days without sex and you're needing a little pick-me-up, I hope you'll call me.'
'Well, it's been about five minutes…'
He chuckled. '’Fraid I'm going to need a bit longer to recover.'
She tickled her fingers down his back and over his buttocks. 'Unless you keep doing that,' he amended, nipping and kissing along her jawline. 'That will definitely speed up the recovery period.'
'Hmmmm,' she murmured, continuing her stroking. 'Speeding up the recovery period sounds good to me. I have a lot of time to make up for, and now that I know how… enthusiastic you are, I really would hate to have to seek out the guy in room 311.'
Matt stilled as an unpleasant sensation that felt distinctly like jealousy washed over him. She was kidding, of course, but the mere thought of another man touching her just flat-out pissed him off.
He inwardly scowled at his inner voice. Yeah, well, she was his for the rest of the weekend, and he fully intended to make the most of it.
'Now that we've explored the benefits of hard and fast,' he said, studying her eyes, 'I suggest we move on to slow and easy.'
'Put me in, coach. What did you have in mind?'
'You. Me. A shower. Then maybe you'd like a massage?'
'Depends on who's giving the massage-you, or some muscle-bound guy named Sven at the resort's spa?'
He cocked a brow. 'Who would you prefer?'
'You,' she said without hesitation.
'Then come with me.'
She smiled. 'That's the best offer I've had in nine months, three weeks and nineteen days.'
Jilly stood in the shower, warm water sluicing over her, and locked her knees to keep her legs from collapsing like overcooked noodles.
'Magic hands,' she murmured, as his soapy palms slowly massaged their way down her back. 'You have magic, sinful hands.'
His arms came around her from behind, and he drew her gently back against him, nestling his erection against her buttocks. While his lips nuzzled the vulnerable spot behind her ear, his hands roamed slowly over her, drawing drugging circles around her nipples, then wandered lower, over her abdomen. When his fingers slid between her thighs and slicked over her sensitive feminine folds, a long, low purr vibrated in her throat.
'I have a confession to make,' he whispered against her ear. 'I wondered what you looked like under those prim, proper suits you wear.'
A zing of feminine satisfaction raced through her. 'And now that you know?'
He slipped a finger inside her while his other hand played over her hardened nipples, dragging another long moan from her. 'I figured you'd be beautiful. But I hadn't guessed you'd be so… uninhibited.'
'Is that a complaint?'
'God, no. I admire a woman who knows what she wants and isn't afraid to ask for it.'
'Really?'
'Really.'
'Well, that's very good news.' She turned in his arms, sifted her fingers through his wet hair, and rubbed herself against his erection. 'Because I want you to make love to me again. Slow and easy. Right now.'
His eyes darkened. Guiding them both fully under the warm spray of water, he rinsed the soap from their bodies, then pressed her back against the tiles. The cool ceramic against her shoulders provided a stunning contrast to the heat coursing through her.
'I have a confession to make as well,' she murmured as his hands meandered down her wet body. 'This morning, when I saw you draped in a towel, my heart performed these crazy little flip-flops. But now-' she allowed her gaze to linger pointedly on his impressive erection '-my heart is about to call it quits. Seeing you naked definitely dispels the theory that all men are created equal.'
He smiled and hooked one hand under her knee, raising her leg to settle over his hip, while the fingers of his
