The easy mood from seconds earlier dissipated, and frustration clogged his throat. What would her boyfriend say if he found out she was in her robe, chatting with another man? That didn’t matter. In this scenario, he was the other man. And damn it, he couldn’t be any man to her—though a desire built up inside, burning around his heart to be her man. “Everything okay?”
“Yes.”
“Was that… Gustavo?” He hated the pang of insecurity in his voice, so not like him. As he looked at her square in the eye, his heart skipped a beat or two. Pull yourself together, man. Megan or any of his exes would laugh at him now. He wasn’t known for being jealous, yet the idea of a man calling Manuela made his skin crawl.
She tilted her head to the side with a close-lipped smile, like she tried to assess if she should be amused or intrigued. “Why? Why do you care?”
“I don’t,” he said quickly. “None of my business. I just want to make sure you’re okay.”
“Why?” she asked, defiance burning the irises of her eyes.
He slid to the edge of his chair, his body naturally wanted her nearness even if his brain disagreed. “Because you’re my assistant.”
She scooted to the edge of the bed, closing the distance between them. Her eyes searched for his, the specks of gold in her eyes telling him things he shouldn’t be knowing. “Is that all?”
“Any other answer would be highly inappropriate.”
“That’s too bad. Because right now… I feel highly inappropriate,” she said, her voice throaty, raspy. Sexy as hell.
“You’re my assistant,” he hissed out, more to himself—so he heard the last thread of common sense before it deserted him completely—than to her. But he could repeat it out loud several times, dozens, hundreds… common sense wouldn’t water down the fire burning in his heart.
“Not tonight. We’re just a man and a woman in a hotel room,” she said, and despite the confidence in her words, her voice trembled a bit, like she wanted this so much, she worried he’d turn her down. “I’m on birth control. And squeaky clean.”
Fuck. His heart jumped to his throat, and its accelerated beat reverberated in all his pulse points. He pulled her to him, and lowered his lips to hers, catching her pretty mouth in a kiss that demanded, punished and revered all at the same time.
She wanted to play with fire, didn’t she? They were just a man and a woman in a hotel room. Well, he was about to show her just what this old man could do…
Manuela circled her arms around his neck, worried that if she didn’t, he’d slip between her fingers and she’d wake from this sexy dream.
Meu Deus, please let this be real…
He nipped her lower lip, and a throb of lust zapped its way to her core. Yep. This was really happening, and she loved every second of it.
She’d never acted so brazen in her life, but a small voice inside her told her, that if she didn’t use the opportunity tonight, she might not get another chance. And if he turned her down, she could cowardly blame it on the alcohol—even though she barely had any. But thankfully, she wouldn’t have to.
He slipped his hand underneath her robe without much effort, and tugged it down. The soft fabric kissed her goodbye as it slid down until it bunched at her waist.
A cold draft whispered over her sensitive skin, a stark contrast against her increasingly high internal body temperature.
He pushed her down on the bed, easing her on the mattress, until she was in the middle of it, bare except for the robe bunching at her waist.
Her nipples hardened, a stir forming in her stomach and fast-tracking the rest of her. His tongue stroked hers with the intimacy of a lovers’ reunion. He disengaged from her arms, wrenching his mouth from hers, but before she protested, he dragged his lips down her neck. She arched her hips.
Hot desire spread through her like wildfire from top to bottom, her clit achingly throbbing with anticipation.
She closed her eyes, taken by the overload of toe curling sensations, her pulse accelerated. Then, she felt a cold liquid on the valley between her breasts. She opened her eyes, to find Nate dripping some of his vodka from the small bottle on her.
She sank her teeth on her lower lip, aroused to see the devilish smile on his face, the intense look in his eyes. Her skin became even more tender, more sensitive as the liquor glided down to her stomach, until some of it pooled in her belly button.
He traced a path with his tongue following the trail from the alcohol, and a long winded moan escaped her lips.
Goosebumps raised on her arms, and she parted her legs, wanting him to take her at once. He continued in his own sinful pace, branding her with his tongue. More of her female essence creamed her folds, and she could smell her own arousal swirling around her. He followed her scent, and after licking the vodka from her belly button, he lowered himself on the bed, until he saw her sex.
She’d waxed her pussy during her vacation, as part of her transformation. Now that her sex was smooth, her sense was amplified, so when he breathed on it, tingles arrowed up her body, giving her a delightful shock of pleasure.
“Nate…”
He picked the vodka bottle and let it disappear between her legs. She propped herself on her elbows, unsure what he’d do with it. “You wanted this, right? Still want it?”
