Weekend with the Tycoon (13 page)

He pulled her close to him and briefly kissed her. Then he closed his eyes, and let his forehead rest against hers. He could feel emotion wash over him, every time she was close to him, and he no longer was sure he wanted to fight it.

“Well,” Samantha said, pressing kisses down his face until her lips were millimeters from his. “I guess we need to go back inside and join the festivities.”

“I’d rather stay here next to you,” Blake said, breathing her in. “I’m sorry for what Max said. It’s not true.”

“Which part?” Samantha asked, looking up into his eyes, loving the man she saw there, the crinkles next to his eyes, his slight smile he saved only for special moments, like this.

“The part when he said you were just a date. That’s what you were supposed to be. We were supposed to be faking it, but I can’t. Not with you. It’s probably the reason I pulled your file in the first place. I had planned on using you to just get through the weekend as quickly and easily as possible, and now I can’t stop thinking about you. I’ve been attracted to you since the moment I saw you in that meeting. I want you. I want to protect you. I don’t want us to end.”

“Oh Blake,” Samantha said, as Blake leaned down to kiss her, placing a firm hand behind her neck and gently brushing her lips with his. Samantha pushed her lips into his, wanting him, all of him.

Blake struggled to break off the kiss. “But you’re right, Sam, we have to go back inside. God this is hard.”

“Yes, it is,” Samantha said, smiling while placing her hand on his erection, visible through his suit pants.

“That’s what you do to me,” Blake said.

Her fingers traced his length, and he groaned against her lips.

“You are supposed to be helping me.”

“I am very helpful. Do you want to see what you do to me?” She asked playfully.

The front door opened and Blake’s mother appeared. “Dear, I hope I’m not intruding but we really need you back at the family table Blake. It isn’t right without you, son,” Evalyn said, firmly, more of a directive than a request, as she returned inside.

“You heard the woman,” Blake said, holding the door open for Sam. “After you. And, I’ll be after you later.”

*

Shelby hurried to
Samantha’s side as soon as she rejoined her table. Max’s place setting had been cleared, as had his chair. All traces of him, and the incident had been removed by the efficient staff.

“Are you ok?” Shelby asked, hugging Samantha around the shoulders.

“Yes, I’m fine, just embarrassed,” Samantha said.

“Don’t be. Everyone thought he was a jerk, and now we all know he is a jerk,” Shelby said. “He’s just jealous of you and Blake. You two are so perfect together. Oopsie, I’ve gotta go eat.”

The rest of the rehearsal dinner seemed to last forever, at least for Samantha, who could not wait to be in Blake’s arms again. She barely touched the prime rib and potatoes, even though the meal tasted fabulous. Her stomach clenched at the thought of his hands on her body.

Finally, when the last toast was delivered and the bride and groom thanked everyone again, the dinner was over. Blake appeared as Samantha was standing up, wishing her table mates a good evening.

“Hello, gorgeous,” he whispered in her ear. “Come with me.”

Blake maneuvered the two of them through the dinner crowd and out the front door, making impressive time. Samantha noticed the bruise forming on his right hand, the spot where he made contact with Max’s face, but she didn’t mention it. She wanted tonight to be about just the two of them. Once they were outside, Blake hurried them down the stairs, leading her to a golf cart parked in the circular drive.

“For once, no driver,” he said, looking as happy as Samantha had ever seen him. He looked carefree and completely irresistible. “Climb in.”

Samantha slid into the passenger seat, and Blake hopped into the driver’s seat, and quickly, they were driving along a cart path bordering the ocean. It was another perfect moonlit evening, with a bit of a chill in the air.

Blake noticed her goose bumps. He stopped the cart, took off his dinner jacket and wrapped it around Samantha. The coat was huge, warm and smelled just like his cologne.

“Where are we headed?” Samantha asked.

“To a place where we can have a little privacy. Trust me, do you?” Blake asked.

“Yes,” Samantha answered, swallowing hard, anticipation and desire were building inside her, consuming her thoughts and words.

Blake shot her a devious grin as they rounded a corner and the Melrose Inn came into sight. Samantha looked at him, but didn’t say a word, not trusting herself. This was where the wedding would take place tomorrow, outside near the gazebo. But why were they here now?

Pulling the golf cart into a parking spot, Blake walked around to her side of the cart and offered his hand. She took it, and instantly, the connection zinged through her. They climbed the stairs to the grand inn, and walked inside to the front desk. Samantha admired the wide hardwood floors, the huge floral arrangement greeting visitors. The Melrose Inn felt at the once steeped in history, and very modern.

“Enjoy your stay, Mr. and Mrs. Putnam,” the hotel clerk said, handing Blake a key with a wink. Samantha blushed and looked away, as Blake took her hand and led her to the main staircase.

“We don’t even have luggage,” Samantha whispered, embarrassed. She was excited to be here, to be with Blake, but at the same time, she felt a bit like a hooker, walking into a hotel late at night, grabbing a room for a hookup.

“Relax,” Blake said as the reached the top of the stairs. Samantha followed him down a long hallway, and stopped when they reached the room at the end. He put the key in the door, and then stepped aside to allow Samantha to walk in first.

The room was a suite, with a direct view of the ocean, the moon framed in the center of the sliding glass doors that led out to their private terrace. Candles were lit throughout the sitting area and a dozen long-stemmed roses in a crystal vase adorned the coffee table.

“Oh, Blake, this is beautiful,” Samantha said, shrugging off his suit jacket and hanging it on the back of the desk chair. She crossed the room and slid open the door to the outdoor porch, noticing the gazebo below and then the ocean beyond. Blake came up behind her and pulled her into him. Samantha could feel his need, and she trembled with desire.

Blake began kissing her neck, gently, and then, quickly spun her around to face him. His lips found hers, pressing hard, parting her lips with his tongue, his need as apparent as her own. She wrapped her arms around his neck, lost in him, in this moment, feeling dizzy and excited, smelling Blake’s masculine scent and feeling his strong arms around her.

Samantha’s lips parted allowing Blake’s tongue inside. She heard Blake moan, as he held their kiss but bent down and scooped her up into his arms.

She’d never been carried literally by a man or carried away with desire, he could have taken her anywhere and she would have gone. Where he took her was to the bedroom of their suite, to a bed covered with red rose petals. He gently placed her in the center of the bed, her blue dress a beautiful contrast to the red rose petals surrounding her.

“Samantha,” Blake said, standing and staring down at her with an intensity, a longing that made her crazy.

Samantha needed him on top of her, needed to feel him inside her. She writhed on the bed of rose petals, feeling the silky softness under her arms and back while reaching towards Blake. “Please,” she moaned.

Finally, Blake climbed onto the bed, lying on his side next to her. Samantha reached for him, trying to pull him on top of her, but he resisted. “Shh, let’s take this slowly,” he said, his eyes dark and wanting.

She sucked in a big gulp of air as Blake reached over and slid one strap of her dress off her shoulder followed by the other. He trailed his fingers lightly across the top of her collarbone, up her neck and up to her lips. Samantha wanted to scream, she reached down, reaching for his belt, but Blake grabbed her hand and placed it flat on the bed.

“No,” Blake commanded. “I want to touch all of you first.”

Samantha’s head swam, but she did as Blake instructed keeping her hands pressed against the rose petals as he slowly unzipped the side of her dress, pushing the fabric aside to reveal her left breast, as her nipples hardened.

“Gorgeous,” he murmured, cupping her breast, rolling her nipple between his fingers.

Samantha arched her back, reaching for him, but Blake said, “No,” grabbing both of her wrists in his left hand, holding them together above her head.

“If you don’t behave, I’m going to need to tie you up,” Blake said, kissing her ear, her neck and her exposed breasts while holding her arms tight.

“Oh my God,” Samantha cried, squirming in place, trying to control the growing urge inside, the need, wetness flowed soaking her underwear. She was losing control and she didn’t care.

Blake released her arms and in a quick movement, slid her dress down her body and all the way off. She was naked, exposed except for her underwear. And he was fully dressed, except for his suit coat. She couldn’t find a way to ask him to undress, she couldn’t form a thought. She’d become a ball of need.

“I dreamed you would be this beautiful, this sexy,” he said, climbing back on the bed, slipping a finger under the lace of her underwear. “And now I’m going to taste you.” Blake pulled her panties off quickly. Samantha gasped, her hips bucking as Blake’s expertise took her over the edge, his lips sucked on her nipples, and moved down to her sex. She pulled his hair, reached for his shoulders and grabbed bunches of his shirt, until he inserted one finger inside her and she screamed, her orgasm rolling through her body.

Samantha shuddered, and writhed on the bed, having just experienced the best orgasm of her life, rose petals attaching to parts of her body now slick with sweat. “Blake, please, I want you inside me,” she moaned, it was something she’d never desired more in her life.

*

Blake couldn’t believe
how turned on Samantha made him. She was so hot, with perfect breasts and tiny waist. He rose and stood at the side of the bed, still watching her writhe with pleasure. Her eyes were closed, a small smile formed over her heart-shaped lips.

Blake yanked off his tie, tossing it to the ground, removed his belt, and grabbed the condom out of his pocket, tossing it on the bed. His shirt and pants were joined by his boxers and socks in a heap on the floor. He tried to calm his breathing, to regain control of himself, of his emotions. He wanted Samantha with a fervor he’d never felt before, a desire so strong he wondered if it could ever be satisfied.

Finally, she opened her eyes and looked up at him. “Please,” she said again.

“Since you asked so nicely,” Blake said, climbing onto the bed, and finally laying on top of her, their naked bodies fitting perfectly together, the heat between them a fire.

“I knew you’d have an eight-pack,” Samantha murmured, lying beneath him, but moving her hand appreciatively across his chest. “You are the perfect man, Mr. Putnam.”

“No, not perfect, but hopefully just right for you,” Blake answered, beginning to move his hips, his erection growing even harder, his need almost overwhelming. He began to glide his member over her sensitive sex, and she reached out and grabbed his shoulders, bringing her legs up and wrapping them around his waist.

“Please,” she begged, but Blake wanted to tease her, to push her over the edge again, so he controlled himself, rubbing against her with his hips and his erection, leaving her whimpering.

“Come again,” Blake said, “Do you feel me? Let yourself go.” Blake could feel her shaking beneath him, he could feel her pelvis thrusting upward, wanting him inside, and even though he wasn’t, it was enough to send her over the edge and she screamed.

“Oh my god,” she said, “I can’t take anymore.”

Blake reached for the condom and quickly pulled it on.

“Shh, baby, I’m here,” Blake said, rubbing her cheek, pushing her hair off of her face until she looked up at him, her pupils huge with desire. “Let’s do this together.”

Blake stared down into Samantha’s eyes as he thrust inside her, slowly pushing into her, thrusting again, her tightness forcing him to moan. “God Sam you feel so good.”