Page 11 of Conflict
I KNOWwhere I want this to go, yet I’m still so completely caught off guard when she reaches into her pocket, produces a keycard, and places it in my hand. It’s a challenge, and fuck me, I’ll never back down from it.
As I watch her saunter away, my conscience reminds me I shouldn’t sleep with a guest at the resort. It’s too late though. From the moment I laid eyes on this woman, I was a goner. When she parted those sweet lips and sucked on her straw, I knew I had to have her. After her smart mouth and long-winded diatribe about wanting to be with whomever she wanted—and the implication that she wanted a good, hard, long fuck from me—I felt this sudden animalistic need, primal, raw.
Just one night and then I’ll go back to professional Shane Wellington, not dipping his wick into forbidden ink.
Even as I make the conscience decision to throw my own rules out the window, I’m aware that one night with this feisty vixen will never be enough and I may be getting in way over my head. Luckily for me, she lives in the same town I usually do, not that she knows that yet.
Fate brought us both to this resort, and fate would take us back home again. Hopefully together.
I shake the thought out of my head as quickly as it comes. Talking to Knox must’ve fucked with me, because there’s no way in hell I’m already considering something more than one night with this girl.
Yet I can’t help but wonder where this night may lead.
That’s how I find myself slipping the keycard into the slot and opening the door to her condo. My eyes are instantly drawn to the floor at various articles of clothing lay, my cock springing to life as I stalk down the hall, following in Alyssa’s obvious path and releasing a low growl as I pass by various articles of clothing. I wanted to undress her myself, but if she’s eager to get the night started, I’m on fucking board.
At the thought of what’s waiting for me, hopefully sprawled out and naked, I speed up my pace. But when I step into the room, I’m not prepared for the vision before me.
She’s not sprawled out on the bed, but as she sits at the edge with her hands beside her on the sheets, she’s a more gorgeous sight than I could have ever imagined. She’s wearing a red lace bra that pushes her breasts up so perfectly that they threaten to spill out of the material. A matching pair of panties draws my gaze to between her legs, the place I’ve been dying to sink myself into since she first stood up in the hot tub, her wet bikini bottoms leaving very little to the imagination.
I’m mesmerized by the sight of her, and suddenly, I can’t wait to be with her any longer. I want her. Hell, I fuckingneedher in a way I’ve never needed a woman. It makes no sense, this strong pull I’m feeling, but I don’t care. Rather than fight it, I’m going to fuck first and ask questions later. Whether this thing I’m feeling is love or lust at first sight, I have to have her. And from the desire I see swirling in her eyes, I know the feeling’s reciprocated.
I’m the man my momma raised me to be—the kind of man every one of my gender should be—so first things first.
“I don’t want to be presumptuous, Alyssa. I didn’t plan on meeting you, but now that I have, I want to touch every inch of your skin, not stopping until I’m buried deep inside you. Before we can do anything else, I need to know you’re good with that. That you want it too. If you don’t… If all you want to do is hang out, cuddle under the sheets, play the Twenty Questions game, I’m all for it.”
Hell yeah, I want to fuck this woman. I also want—need—her explicit consent first.
She sighs, her eyes softening. “Although I thought I was presenting myself as a sure thing, Shane, I appreciate your asking. My answer is yes. I want you to touch me everywhere, and I want you inside me.”
That’s all I need. I cross the room and pull her into my arms, lowering my head and peppering kisses along the curve of her neck. When I pull away, I take her hands and haul her up, wanting to see all of her. She stands in the center of the room, and I take a step back, circling her and taking in every inch of her creamy, white skin. When I’m directly behind her, my hands settle onto her bare shoulders, where I take my time toying with the straps of her bra. Unable to contain myself, I slide one hand down and unhook it, and then I push the material off so she’s bare to me. Alyssa turns slowly, her eyes facing down as I take in the sight of her beautiful, full breasts.
“Fucking perfect,” I murmur with appreciation. I use my thumb to lift her chin, forcing her to meet my gaze. “I was a total dick downstairs and I don’t fucking deserve to see these. But fuck, woman, when I said your tits were perfect, I had no idea just how perfect they truly are.”
The words seem to unleash something in Alyssa. She steps close and presses her hands to my chest, her nails raking against my shirt. I’m suddenly aware that I’m far too overdressed, because those nails should be marking my skin. I’m cursing myself for even throwing a shirt on after leaving the hot tub. She seems to agree and beats me to the punch, pulling my shirt out from where I hastily tucked it into my shorts.
“All’s fair,” she whispers, her voice playful as her eyes meet mine. “It’s my turn. Show me, Shane. I want to see all of you, too.”
All the blood in my body rushes directly to my groin. I’ve half a mind to scoop her up, throw her onto the bed, and push into her with reckless abandon, but even fully cocked, I’m not that kinda guy. I know I have to take care of her, so not wanting to deny her requestandwanting to get this show on the road, I make haste in stripping down to nothing.
Both my pride and my cock swell at the sight of hunger in Alyssa’s eyes. Now, I’m the subject of her scrutiny and I don’t mind one fucking bit. She sucks in her lower lip as she rakes her gaze over my body—up, down, then stopping at my most current prominent body part. It twitches in response, as if greeting her and saying,Why yes, beautiful lady, we should become intimately acquainted.
I’m patient until her gaze rises and meets mine. Her cheeks blush a beautiful pink, and I wonder just how often she’s done this.
“As far as one-night stands go, I think you take the cake,” she says, and I growl.
I take a step forward, hooking an arm around her waist and pushing her back until she falls onto the bed. My body covers her and we meet in the most intimate of places. I lean down and brush my mouth across her lips. “I think I’mdefinitelygoing to take the cake.”
She giggles, and I curse over the way her lace panties are currently the only thing separating my cock from what I know is going to be the sweetest pussy I’ve ever had.
“Kiss me, Shane. Touch me,” she pleads, writhing beneath me when I suck her earlobe before making a sweet path down her jawline until ultimately covering her mouth with mine. “Take me.”
Who knew two simple words could change a man’s life forever?
Fuck, yes, I’ll take her. But I’ll make damn sure she’s desperate for it first.
I’m on the verge of combustion as Shane’s hands roam my body in a lazy fashion. This is it. I know it is. We’ve gone past first base, rounding second, and I don’t even give a damn about stopping at third. I’m rooting for home, and I’m not leaving this damn bedroom until I score.
Something about Shane sets me off. I grab his face with both hands and bring his mouth to mine, kissing him with a passion I’ve never experienced. I’m panting when he pulls away, missing his warmth but also delighting in the way he rains kisses along my collarbone.
