She felt the heat rise to her chest and cheeks. “That would be lovely.”
After dinner, he held her hand, guiding her away from the main building to the elevator and to his room.
She walked into a suite similar to her own with a tray of chocolate-covered strawberries, a bottle of liqueur, and two crystal glasses sitting on the table. Scattered in a few places were white votive candles not yet lit. He had made plans.
“How about we go out on the balcony?”
She crossed the room to the narrow veranda. The sun was several minutes away from setting over the blue sea.
He joined her, offering her a glass. “Cheers.”
She smiled and sipped the sweet liqueur. “Mmm. Delicious.”
He held her gaze, then turned to face the water. “Great view isn’t it?”
“It is.” She inhaled and took another sip. “Do you live far from the ocean?” Cat glanced toward him.
He shrugged. “Nope, maybe an hour drive to Cocoa Beach. But I’m not much for downtime.”
She thought all men lived for vacations and getaways. Time to blow off steam. Cat tipped her head. “Really?”
“I guess you could say my vacations happen during work.” He flashed a wide, white smile.
She chuckled, then turned back to the sunset.
Nicholas placed his glass on the little bistro table and stepped behind her. “Did I tell you that you look beautiful?” He kissed the side of her neck.
“Mm-hm.”
His hands caressed her bare arms as he kept kissing her neck and shoulder. “Good, because you do. You make this dress look like a million bucks,” he whispered.
She smiled, and her eyelids fell closed, savoring his kisses.
After a few moments, he said, “Take another sip, Cat, and hand me your glass.”
She did as he bid, acutely aware of the wetness that gathered at the apex of her thighs.
His lips returned to their sweet assault, and his hands smoothed over her hips and lower back. “Your skin is so soft.” He slid his hands higher, up her exposed back, to her dress clasp.
Her breath quickened.
“Cat, may I unclip this so I can keep kissing your neck?”
Her heart skipped a beat.
He didn’t wait for a reply.
Her hands grabbed the front of the dress above her boobs, preventing the dress from falling.
Nicholas peeled away the strap ends, kissing her newly exposed skin. His kisses sent a sizzling hot trail over her body, awakening something deep inside in her.
His hands snuck under the fabric to her tummy.
She was nearly panting now.
She closed her eyes, only to have them fly open when his hands crept higher. “Nicholas.”
“Cat, I only want to make you feel good. It’s okay. No one can see.”
She looked to the right and the left. No one was out on their balconies. The other guests were probably at the bar or in town.
His hands covered both breasts, under her dress.
“Oh God,” she breathed.
“Shit, Cat. You feel so good. I’ve been thinking about being alone with you all day.”
He caressed her breasts and stroked her nipples. His forefinger and index finger toyed with them, which drove her positively insane. His erection pressed into her.
Her head lulled back against his shoulder as she pushed further into his hands, all while she had a death-grip on her dress.
His hand snaked down and back to the dress’s zipper.
Her heartrate sped as her eyes darted again. What if someone sees us?
He unfastened the short zipper, loosening the fabric. “Relax, beautiful. I won’t do anything more out here. I promise.”
She took in a shallow breath and allowed his roaming hands to pull her back onto his sensuous ride. His seductive kisses and touches made Cat unravel the last thread of discretion. His hand slid over her new silky panties to her mound and drew out a moan. She bit her lip, anxious for him to touch her clitoris but equally anxious to get back into the room, into privacy.
His hand left her breast to grab her neck, aligning his lips with hers. She opened for him to dive in, his tongue tangling with hers as his fingertips danced over her mound, neglecting her most-eager clit.
God, was she crazy to want him to touch her, under her panties? Out here?
He broke the kiss, roaming her neck, gently sucking as he pushed away the two loose ends of her dress off her neck. One hand reclaimed her breast, the other only caressed her low belly.
“Nicholas.” She panted.
“Yes?”
Words wouldn’t come.
“I promised you no more, but I would happily give you something more, beautiful. Do you need more?”
Oh God, yes. Could she? She bit her lip. Her mind spun in uncertain circles. “Yes,” she finally whispered.
A fingertip slid under her waistband, teasing back and forth before dipping into her warm crevice.
“Oh God.”
Then he dipped a little lower gathering some lubrication to run over her swollen clit. He massaged and circled, gently adding pressure.
She separated her legs several inches. She couldn’t believe it. She was letting him bring her to orgasm out here. After what she’d experienced so far on this trip, she shouldn’t be surprised.
She wished she could let her arms down, but she didn’t dare.
A familiar sensation bubbled up, and Nicholas didn’t relent. Her hips flexed forward, wanting just what he so expertly gave her.
“Ah.”
“Yes, Cat. Please come on my fingers.”
She exploded, an intensity shot through her, making her knees go weak.
Nicholas tightened his hold across her mid-section, keeping her upright, riding out the waves that crashed through her.
“You all right?” he spoke softly.
Her chest heaved. “Yes,” she managed.
He pecked the top of her shoulder. “Cat,” several more pecks, “I love feeling you come. I would love to strip you out of this dress and do it again.”
She’d love anything and everything he gave her, but not here. No way. “Let’s go inside.”
Cat was incredible; there was no two ways about it. Feeling her writhe under his touch as she spiraled into orgasm was phenomenal. Her sweet soft body, so ripe for his dick to slide into, made him want to lift her dress right there. But Nic knew that would be pushing her too far too fast.
He pulled his hands out from under her dress and coaxed her inside. He closed the glass door and turned to find her standing beside the bed, both hands gripping her dress close to her chest.
He stepped before her, cupped her face, and claimed her pretty mouth. Her soft lips drove him crazy. “Cat, take off my shirt,” he whispered over her mouth.
Her sight bolted to the window, then back at him. “Aren’t you going to close the drapes?”
He knew he pushed her, hard, against her super protective boundaries. He didn’t bother to look back. “It’s almost dark. And being on the sixth floor, no one can see.”
She licked her precious pink lips and slowly released the hold on her dress. It crumbled to the carpet, and she stepped out. She stood before him in panties, heels, and earrings. Gorgeous.
Cat unbuttoned his shirt with tentative movements, slowly becoming more sure, and she didn’t stop there. With a quick glance up at him, she started on his belt. His button and zipper were next. She pushed his pants off his hips.