“He’s gotta shower and crash,” I say, already heading down the narrow corridor to my room. Mine is one of the few with a queen-sized bed and a private bathroom. We’re a bit low on staff, so none of us have had to share a space in months.
I place my hat on the hook and strip down, tossing my shirt and jeans over the chair. The shower’s hot, and steam fills the tiny tiled space. I stand under the spray, letting it pound my shoulders, but it does nothing to wash her out of my mind.
Maisie. The way she melted into that kiss. How wet she got just from my mouth on hers. Christ.
I brace a hand on the wall and let the water stream down my back, reminding myself that tonight was only a date with a hotel guest I won’t see again. This is primarily a favor for Laramie. One weekend, a few lessons, then she walks down the aisle to some idiot who doesn’t deserve her.
But as I towel off and get under the cool sheets, I can’t shake the image of her big blue eyes, long brown hair, and those delicious swollen lips.
I stare at the ceiling beams with my pulse still thick and heavy with lust.
She’s already under my skin. Falling asleep is going to take a while.
Chapter three
Maisie
I didn’t pack anything sexy to wear this weekend. Part of me thought Zoe was kidding when she said she was going to set me up with some sort of love god as a wedding gift.
What’s worse is now that I know Brecken is the real deal, it’s impossible to stop fantasizing about him. To make matters even dicier, my fiancé hasn’t called, which is … typical.
Sometimes, I feel I’m the only one who puts any effort into our relationship. Did we get engaged too soon?
Isn’t Calder the least bit worried he might lose me to someone else? I’ll bet the answer is no, because he doesn’t need to concern himself with anything, never has. His family is loaded. His entire existence has been handed to him on a silver platter.
I’m not going to call him this time. For once, I’ll be the one to wait and see how long it takes for him to touch base with me.
I get out of the tub and dry myself off with the resort’s thick, fluffy towels and slather myself in their heavenly tangerine and vanilla lotion. Then I pad into the main room and slip into the slinky, sheer nightie I picked up at the boutique this afternoon.
Brecken’s instructions, words I’ve never heard anyone say in my life, have been playing on repeat in my brain. He wants me wet. He wants to see my nipples hard. As if me being turned on would be an issue. I grin, thinking about the way he kissed me last night. Just the thought of seeing Brecken again has had me turned on all day.
Three loud knocks snap me out of my daydream. Things are about to get real.
I take a deep breath, hold my head up and slowly walk to the door, reminding myself to do better, and really go for it. This time, I’ll show him how much I want him, like any decent wife would …
Even though I’m prepared, I’m still surprised he’s ten times better-looking than I remembered.
“Hi gorgeous,” I give him the silkiest, most seductive voice I can muster. “I’ve missed you so much today.” I tug him into the room before he has a chance to speak.
“What a dutiful little student you are,” he teases, sliding a hand up the side of my thigh and under my dress where he gives my bare ass a squeeze. “No bra, no panties. I’ll bet you’ve been wet all day just thinking of me.”
“Guilty as charged, husband.” I press against his erection, remembering how he said every man needs to feel wanted. I must be doing something right, because my heart is thudding, and I’m so desperate for him, I’m practically dripping. He skips the formalities, cups my face in his enormous hands, and crashes his lips down on mine, stealing my breath. His kiss is fierce, demanding, and primal. In any place, at any time, in any language, the message is clear.
“Open your legs, little darlin’”, his voice rumbles through me. “Move against my thigh like you can’t help yourself, like I’m everything you need.”
It’s hard to imagine wanting Brecken more. He deepens the kiss, tangling his tongue with mine as he pulls me closer. I spread my legs and rub my bare crotch against the rough denim on his thick thigh. “You’re all I want.”
He breaks the kiss, and trails his full lips down my jaw, my neck, with his stubble scratching my skin, making me lose my mind. When he grips my butt, guiding my movements, urging me on, I practically come on his leg.
“That’s it,” he husks in a low growl. “Use me. Take what you need.”
I clutch his shoulders, lost in the feel of him, his taste, and his intoxicating, delicious scent, as the pressure builds in my core. “Oh, Brecken.”
“Such an excellent student,” he moans, pulling back, capturing my stare with his lust coated blue eyes. For whatever reason, the way he looks at me feels more intimate than our kisses. “Did you know, you’re the perfect size for my hand,” he asks softly, cupping my breast. He squeezes my nipple with his thumb and forefinger and twists.
“Brecken, if you keep doing that, I swear, I’m going to come.”
“Then I’ll make you come again,” he chuckles, obviously pleased with himself. There’s no doubt, he’s had a lot of practice. “How hard can you make these little cherries for me?” In a heartbeat, he drops to his knees and cups my left breast again before bringing it to his lips and sucking me through my negligee.
