Page 18 of Two of a Kind
Chapter Thirteen
Kayla awoke amidsta sea of soft linens in a bed that was by far the most comfortable bed she had ever slept in. She stretched lazily, a smile curving her lips when she felt the slight soreness between her legs.
Last night’s indulgence had been quick. Carnal. And exactly what she had needed.
Her grin widened. She had been right. Spencer Dumasdidknow his way around a woman’s body. That added edge of danger—the fear of being seen—well, that had only intensified the experience. Just the thought of being discovered had made her wet, and when he had touched her with those long, skilled fingers ...
Her nipples hardened, and her sex tingled just thinking about it.
She thought briefly of building on that blossoming arousal. Her hand was already skimming along her naked belly when she changed her mind. It was silly, perhaps, but she didn’t want to ruin the memory of her perfect climax just yet. Anything she did with her own hand wouldn’t compare.
Closing her eyes, she relived the experience in her mind. The feel of the cold, hard brass railings beneath her hands while his hot, hard length invaded her from behind. The scent of his expensive cologne mixed with the earthy musk of an aroused man filling the small, confined space around them. Her mouth watered, wishing she’d had a chance to taste him, too.
It was only supposed to be a one-time thing, but she decided then and there that, if the opportunity presented itself again, she would take it. She wasn’t going to hold her breath, though. Chances were, that one brief, anonymous encounter would be the only one they had.
The thought was surprisingly disappointing. Kayla had known what she was signing up for the moment she had made her decision. She had walked into that elevator without her panties on and her eyes wide open.
She hadn’t expected it to bethatgood, though.
When was the last time a man had played her body so skillfully? Or gotten her so worked up with so little effort? When was the last time she had come hard enough to make her vision go white and dance with tiny stars?
Not any time in recent history, that was certain. She wondered if she would run into him again, and if so, if he might be up for an encore.
Kayla forced herself out of bed when she felt her body warming up to uncomfortable levels. She did not and would not chase a man again. Ever. If their paths crossed and he was up for it, so be it. If not, well, she had gotten exactly what she wanted—great sex and no strings.
That settled, Kayla ordered room service then took a leisurely shower. She ate on her private balcony, watching the waves and thinking about how she would spend the rest of the day. Perhaps some snorkeling, or maybe she would knock an item off her bucket list and try parasailing. She had picked up some brochures on island tours at the front desk, but the thought of leaving the all-inclusive resort didn’t appeal to her. Her time was too limited, and she had too much right here to experience.
By the time she finished her meal of a fluffy egg white and spinach omelet, succulent tropical fruit, and to-die-for coffee, she had made up her mind. She was going to do it all. Snorkeling, followed by parasailing, and then she was going to see about the world-class spa the website boasted about.
