Peachy Keen (3 page)

The man didn’t need direction.

I tried to prop up on my elbows to look at him, but he shook his head and tugged his shirt off, stunning me into place. His skin was tanned. His muscles were carved. And the little amount of dark hair on his chest that shadowed in a fine line down past his navel made me shiver. My mouth opened as he climbed on top of me and I squeaked out a little noise when his hands started creeping up under my dress.

He hadn’t even kissed me yet.

His large hands remained trapped between the fabric of my dress and my flesh as he smoothed over my black-panty-clad ass. He pulled his hands out from under my dress and swiftly flipped me over onto my stomach. Jesus, he was strong. My face pressed into the comforter and I grew wet from the simple motion of him slowly drawing the zipper of my dress down. Feeling his warm hands slip inside the dress, pushing it down over my shoulders, I sighed. With a quick yank, he had me out of the dress completely and tossed it in another direction. My breath started to heave at his enthusiasm.

He kept me where he wanted me, letting his hands roam my back slowly, tenderly examining me. Goosebumps rose along my skin as he unhooked my bra, but he tortured me by not turning me over. Instead, he let his lips graze my spine. Not kissing me. It was more like he was dragging his lips along my flesh, panting against me. His lips traced to the small of my back and I could feel the delicious burn of his thick beard scratching me. Then finally he cupped my ass roughly in his hands, his hot mouth moving over the fabric of my panties. I heard him let out some kind of muted growl and then I swear I felt him sink his teeth into one fleshy cheek for a split second. He was going to eat me alive. He was beastly and wild. And I loved it already.

He turned me over with care, not tossing me or twisting me the way he had a moment ago. The warm and endearing chocolaty eyes from the bar now brewed with lust and reverence. His eyes swept over my breasts and down to linger on the little glittering barbell I’d had in my belly button since I was seventeen. When his teeth scraped at his bottom lip, I sat up, bringing our faces close together. My fingertips reached out to dance over the well-groomed dark beard along his jaw and around his mouth.

I’d been with men I’d just met before. I’d even been with men whose names I hadn’t yet learned. But none of those rushed, greedy encounters had ever felt like this. In fact, I couldn’t recall any time in my recent past where I’d felt this rush in my blood, these butterflies in my belly—all before a single kiss.

With one finger under his chin, I drew him to my lips. His mouth covered mine, slowly parting my lips, leading the kiss. When his soft tongue slid against mine, I whimpered.

I fucking whimpered.

I didn’t get lost like this. I didn’t let kisses melt me. A man’s eyes on me had never felt like foreplay before. I had my fun. I always enjoyed myself but I didn’t get lost to it. I didn’t get swallowed up by feelings. I moaned. I groaned. I panted. But I never whimpered.

He must’ve felt me tense slightly when the thoughts rolled through me. His hand slipped to the back of my neck, cradling my head as he laid me down again. I expected him to let his hands roam, but he didn’t. We laid together, bare chest to bare chest, the heat of him scorching me, making my nipples rock hard against him—and we made out. He ran his fingers through the hair at my temples and kissed me softly. Our tongues danced fluidly; all the while he touched my face, my neck, and my ears. My entire body was vibrating. I suddenly felt like I was sixteen again. This was the kind of moment I’d silently begged my boyfriends for. He wasn’t rushing. He wasn’t demanding. He was simply kissing me and he was doing it like he’d be perfectly content if that were all I allowed. I pushed up on him, never letting his lips leave mine as I pinned him to his back. His hands finally moved, sliding delicately up my thighs.

I kissed him harder, deeper. Soon we were panting into each other’s mouths, lapping hungrily at one another. I knew I was wet, yearning for him to take me. Breaking the kiss, I sat up and straddled his waist. I tried not to grind myself against the bulge in his jeans, but he was so hard I was dying to. The moment I tossed my hair behind my shoulders and looked down at him with nothing but lust in my eyes, he smiled. And I melted.

Fuck.

Swallowing hard, trying to silence the voice that was telling me I was in over my head, I took his hands and led them to my breasts. I sighed as he began to knead the supple skin, my head falling back when he sat up to kiss me there. His mouth was tender as he licked circles around my nipples, teasing me before sucking hard enough to make me cry out. The softness of his touch drifting up and down my back as he continued to adore my breasts made me shudder. He held my shoulders and I felt him leading me to lie down again so he could cover me.

It was a game. A sinful sort of wrestling match. But no matter who was on top, I was winning.

Once he had me pinned down yet again, he kissed my lips roughly before sliding down my body. As badly as I craved his mouth on my pussy, I was in too deep. I was aching, longing, writhing for him. I couldn’t stand it any longer. I sat up and gripped his shoulders. “No,” I rasped. “I want you—now.”

I reached for the button of his jeans and he chuckled lightly as he stood, stripped them off, and threw them to the floor. My eyes locked on his waist and watched in dazed slow motion as he pushed his boxer briefs down, revealing the most beautiful cock I’d ever seen. I felt my cheeks flush, my eyes bug out, and my mouth gape as I stared at his impressive length and intimidating girth.

“Oh, God,” I whispered.

He moved to climb on top of me, smooth and confident, with a wicked smirk on his face. “That’s not my name,” he retorted, kissing me and yanking my panties down at the same time.

I gripped the back of his head and held his lips to mine, hungry for his kiss. A shockwave of pleasure rippled from my sternum to my belly when I felt his hard cock against my thigh… I sucked his tongue into my mouth. My skin prickled with heat and my head swam. One of his long arms reached for the bedside where the turndown service condom had been left.

He set his deep gaze on me and licked his lips, showing me he was just as starved for me as I was for him. Taking my legs in his grasp, he spread them as far apart as they could go, taking position between them. He sighed, looking at my pussy, and swiped his fingers into the slickness I’d built. A groan escaped him and I choked out a noise when he whispered, “Next time you better let me taste this.”

Next time.
My mind shot the words around like a boomerang and I trembled at the way his voice lit me on fire. Two fingers pushed inside me and I stopped breathing for a moment to focus on the mind-altering sensation. The moment his thumb touched my clit, I was radiating.

“Fuck me.”

He didn’t budge. He started circling his thumb against my clit agonizingly slowly. I shut my eyes and arched my head back into the pillows, unable to think while he teased me that way. My hips twitched. Every time I tried to push against him he would pull his hand away from me. I looked up at him pleadingly and only saw a ghost of a grin and a wanton stare.

He had me chained to the bed with that look. If I wanted him to keep touching me, I couldn’t move. But he was pushing me over the edge of insanity with every gentle stroke.

“God…” I breathed. “Please. I—I want you.”

He leaned down close to my face, his fingers pushing deeper inside me with the movement, and kissed the corner of my mouth. “I told you that’s not my name.”

Another whimper passed my lips and he let out a little laugh that made me want to kill him and screw him until dawn all at once. His fingers slid out of me and the emptiness made me squirm. Then I felt the tip of his cock against me and I sucked in a gasp.

“Ask me again,” he growled.

“Please,” I choked. “Fuck me.”

A deep moan rumbled through me and my eyes slammed shut the instant he pushed into me. Little jolts of pain and pleasure mingled in my core at the first sensation of his thick cock filling me. He sighed, dropping his head to kiss my shoulder before he made his first move. The waves of bliss started pulsing through me with each subtle motion. Every time he dragged his cock out of me then pushed deeper inside, the world got a little hazier. I was tripping. Drunk. High. All because of him. The weight of him, the fullness of him stretching me deliciously spun me into a trance where flowers bloomed beneath me, sweetening the room.

He found a rhythm, moving perfectly within me. Moans flowed out of me with every thrust. Every hair on my body flicked up as the prickling pleasure captured me. His hands gripped my hips, pulling me to him over and over, driving his cock in me to the hilt.

I let go of curses, gripping the sheets and holding my breath as he fucked me into oblivion. My thoughts splintered and my body crashed onto the shore of indulgence as my pussy began to seize, the orgasm completely consuming me.

“Oh, fuck,” he said.

My eyes opened and the look on his face shot another pulse of heaven through my inner walls as I gripped him tightly. He’d watched me come and from the expression he wore, the sight of it—along with grasp my body had on his—meant he was lost too. Tingles were still falling on me like raindrops, lighting up every inch of me as he fucked me harder and finally let go with a deep groan. He fell against me and my arms instinctually wrapped around him. I held him closely, our bodies still joined as one. Our breathing fell into sync then slowed as we both came down from the high that had rocked us.

He rolled off of me to my side and huffed. I stared at the ceiling and suddenly registered the sound of rain pounding against the windows. When had the storm started? I smiled. Getting lost didn’t have to be such a bad thing.

“You have no idea how badly I needed that,” I sighed.

“Yeah,” he said with a heavy exhale. “I didn’t realize how much I needed that too.”

We sighed in unison and both laughed a little. I tensed when I felt his hand slip in mine. This was the part where one person got dressed and left. At least that’s how it usually worked for me.

“It’s really coming down out there,” he mused.

“Yeah, I guess we picked the wrong time to come here.”

“I wouldn’t say that.”

Okay, Georgia, time to leave.
Not because I didn’t like that tone in his voice, but because I liked it too much. Too damn much. I sat up and released his hand, looking around for my clothes.

“You can stay if you want…so you don’t have to walk back in the rain.”

Turning back to him, I let my eyes graze over that face. Sweat peppered his hairline and his lips were red. When a little volt of electricity rang through my body at just the idea of staying beside him that night, I felt sick. I looked out the window and saw the torrential downpour I’d have to walk through to get back to my room. Then I looked at him beside me once more. He smiled sweetly but with a little mischief, like he knew how afraid I was of staying the night with him.

He rose from the bed and headed for the bathroom and my heart stammered in my chest.
Make a fucking decision
, I screamed at myself.

“If I stay…round two in a little while?” I asked, biting my bottom lip.

He walked into the bathroom, his laugh echoing off the tile. I couldn’t see him when he said, “Only if you let me take my time with you.”

Daaaaamn.
I looked out at the rain again and wondered if I should make a dash for it while he was cleaning up. But when he emerged from the bathroom with his shoulder propped against the doorjamb, I gulped. Those dark eyes still shackled me to the bed.

“So you never told me why you came here,” he said. “Alone, I mean.”

I took a deep breath and pulled my hair over one shoulder, quickly braiding it out of my way and securing it with the tie I had around my wrist. Settling back against the pillows, I tried to relax. His question rolled around in my head and I laughed out loud thinking about the real answer—I was making up for Danielle’s losses. “I don’t know. Wild girl, wild place. Let’s just say it’s been on my bucket list for a while.”

One corner of his mouth tipped up and he strutted over to the bed, picking up his boxer briefs on the way. He slipped them on and climbed under the covers beside me. Were we going to sleep? Next to one another? I usually only let that happen when I was too drunk to make it home.

“What about you?” I asked hesitantly. “Why did you come here?”

“My best friend has been telling me to try it for years. I finally let him talk me into it.”

I felt my lips loosen the way my body was beginning to as I continued to come down from the rush he’d given me. “That’s funny, my best friend came here once too. Only she
fell in love
at Desire,” I snickered.

He dragged a hand down his bearded jaw and chuckled before exhaling a sigh. “Huh. So did mine.”

“I’m not usually a one-upper, but I’m sure I’ve got you beat. My girl fell in love with a movie star here. Can you believe that shit? I mean, the girl barely had a boyfriend for the last decade and she takes one vacation and
bam
, locked down by a superstar stud.”

Another light laugh bubbled past my lips and I sank into the pillows, feeling a wave of exhaustion hit me. It would be all right if I just shut my eyes beside him. There was something kind of comforting about smelling him on the sheets. He was still sitting up next to me with his back against the headboard. I pulled myself up for a moment, my mouth opening to ask him to turn off the lights, when I caught him staring at me wide-eyed.

I shrank away from him. “What?”

His Adam’s apple bobbed and his eyes narrowed as though he was in pain. He drew in a breath and finally parted his lips to speak.

“Your name’s Georgia…isn’t it?”

My name on his tongue made my mouth go dry. I could suddenly hear the sound of my increasing blood pressure in my ears. My mind quickly pulled together the words that I would’ve used to describe him and a sense of familiarity struck me. Danielle had described him to me once after she met him for the first time. At the bar, he told me he’d just moved from LA to New York. The realization dawned on me slowly but I didn’t want it. I tried to swat it away. I prayed it wasn’t true. This could not be happening.