“My hand can take a little banging against the wall,” he assured me.
“So can I.” I lifted one leg and wrapped it around his hip to make it clear exactly what I meant. In that position, his cocknudged against my entrance. He pressed the tip inside and oh-so-slowly brought me down his length.
“More,” I whimpered even though there was a twinge of pain because I was tight and he was so damn big. That stinging sensation was a small price to pay to feel him inside of me.
He pulled my head closer and dropped his forehead against mine, staring deeply into my eyes as he sank all the way in. “Holy fuck, I could stay like this forever.”
“Yes,” I panted. “But after you make me come. Please.”
“Hold on,” he commanded, making my walls clench around his thick cock. It had been too long since I’d come, months ago when I’d last masturbated—to thoughts of my mystery airport man. It paled in comparison to the feel of his body around, and inside, of me.
I clutched his shoulders tightly as he rocked in and out, picking up speed until my head was banging against the hand that was protecting me from the wall. The only sound in the room was our grunts and the slap of our skin as our bodies crashed together. As my orgasm built, I bit down on my lip to try to hold my scream inside. The walls between dressing rooms weren’t thick enough for privacy.
“Give it to me, Arabella,” he growled. “I want you to come all over my cock before I lose control.”
That was all it took to send me over the edge. Shoving my face in his chest to stifle my cry. Then I held on tight as he powered in and out of me until his body tightened and he groaned out his release.
“Wow,” I gasped when I caught my breath again. “Can we do that again?”
“As many times as you want,” he chuckled. “But I want to take you on a bed the next time, so we’d better go check into the new hotel.”
6
GAIGE
We got lucky the next day, and Arabella’s taping wrapped up in the early afternoon even though she expected it to take another day. Considering how little sleep Arabella had gotten the night before, it was a good thing. The loss of a contestant who’d been kicked off the show for sleeping with the original producer had speeded up the process of picking a winner. Her responsibilities were fulfilled, which meant I could get her out of town and to a safer place.
“If I’d known there was a chance you’d be done today, I might have just switched rooms instead of checking into a new hotel last night,” I grumbled as I loaded her suitcases into my rental car for the second time in as many days.
“We could just stay here another night,” she suggested.
“It’s too late for that,” I chuckled. “Your bags are already in the car, and I’ve made reservations for the ferry and rented us a cottage.”
“A ferry and a cottage?” she echoed. “Where are we going?”
I helped her into the car as I answered, “Santa Catalina Island.”
“Really?” She looked at me hopefully, clapping her hands together as I slid into the driver’s seat. “I’ve never been there before.”
“Yes, really.” I flashed her a smile. “It’s close enough to LA that I can easily come back if I get a solid lead and need to interview someone in person.”
“Wouldn’t it be hard for us to escape an island if we needed to get out of there quickly? I thought the ferry across takes like an hour.”
Her voice trembled, and knowing that someone out there had scared her so much that she didn’t feel safe pissed me the fuck off. When I found them, they were going to pay—and depending on what they had in mind for Arabella, the way they did so might be permanent. I’d killed before for my country; I had no doubt that I’d be able to do so for my woman if it came down to it. I didn’t want to do anything to change the way Arabella looked at me, but her safety would come first for me. Always.
“I’m good at what I do, sweetheart. Even if you weren’t mine, I wouldn’t take any unnecessary risks,” I reassured her, reaching for her hand and squeezing it. If it had been anyone but her, I never would have thought about going to the island. Holing up in any old place would have been fine. But I wanted to do better—be better—for her. “I figured since you had a month off, you could look at this as a vacation instead of just hiding out. I was able to snag us a cottage, so we’ll have some privacy. And if the need to leave quickly arises, we’ll go by helicopter instead of the ferry.”
“Thank you for that.” Her green eyes were damp as she looked at me like I’d hung the moon. “Yes, please, take me to Santa Catalina Island.”
I softened my voice because I didn’t want to ruin the moment, but it needed to be said. “Just so long as youunderstand that I wasn’t asking for your permission. When it comes to your safety, the decisions are mine to make.”
“Considering the situation, I can live with that.”
“It’ll be the same after this is over. That part of me isn’t going to change.”
She flipped her hand over and twined her fingers with mine. “I already told you that I could handle your bossy as long as you can deal with my girly girl stuff.”
I heaved out the breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. “You know I was just giving you hell when I complained about the suitcases, right? Because I’ll gladly take all your girly shit since you come with it.”
