Risking It All. Stephanie Tyler
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Eventually, he pulled away, she bit her bottom lip and tried to calm her breathing, but that wasn’t going to happen. Not when he was holding her so close to him.
“Are you still not inviting me in?” he asked.
She searched her bag again and came up empty. “I don’t have a key,” she announced. “All my keys are gone.”
“Does your friend have a copy?”
“We’re not sharing a room,” she murmured. “I guess I’d better go to the front desk and get a new key.”
“Are you sure this is your room?” he asked.
“Yes, this is it.”
He moved her aside and fiddled with the doorknob for half a second before the door opened. She stared between it and him. “You are a criminal, aren’t you?” she asked.
“Don’t ask things you don’t really want answers to,” he said. Then he picked her up, crushed his mouth against hers and took them both inside the room.
4
INSTINCT TOLD CASH to take Rina’s keys, the ones he’d swiped easily on the walk to the hotel, and leave. However, the current brains of the operation were pressing solidly against her hip and let him know in no uncertain terms that Cash wasn’t going anywhere fast.
He dropped the keys outside the door for Justin to grab and knew he’d never hear the end of it when they didn’t meet up later. But Justin could easily get the tapes from the production offices by himself, and right now, Cash wasn’t ready to let this woman go. That, any man could understand.
He closed and locked the door behind them, put Rina down on the end of the king-sized bed and pulled her to him. But he didn’t kiss her again. Not right away.
Again, not his style. Normally, he liked hard and fast, no rules and no talking, but the way Rina watched him, her alcohol-fueled bravado fading quickly, he knew he had to slow down. Wanted to, even, and he wondered what the hell was going on here.
“I’m not your type,” she whispered, but he noticed she didn’t move away from him, fit against his chest better than most.
“I know. And I’m not yours, remember?”
“I’m not very experienced.”
“Doesn’t matter,” he said. “When was the last time you just let it all go?”
“In bed?”
“In bed, in life,” he murmured and she bit her bottom lip in concentration. Before he spoke again, he cupped her chin in his palm and forced her to meet his eyes. “If you’ve got to think about it, it’s been too long.”
She couldn’t argue with him. “So, you’re my big chance?”
“Yeah, guess I am.”
“This is only for one night,” she said.
“Does that mean we’re done talking?” he asked, right before he put his mouth back on hers and kissed her until she kissed him in earnest, the way she had outside the door when she’d been beyond caring about anything. His mouth traced the path down her neck toward her collarbone, and he took a few seconds to work his tongue along that magic area behind her ear, the one that made Rina squirm under him as his fingers found the buttons on her top.
After a moment of debate, he turned her gently away from him and onto her stomach because she kept ducking her face into his neck as if she couldn’t bear to look at him as he exposed the lace bra she wore underneath her sheer top.
“You’ve got to loosen up, baby,” he murmured, and rubbed her bare back between her shoulder blades as he trailed kisses on her neck. “Time to let vacation mode take you over.”
“I’m not on vacation,” she said.
“Everyone’s on vacation in Hawaii. Trust me.”
“I’m working.”
“Too hard. Much too hard. You’ve got to find some time to play,” he said as his fingers trailed along her spine, traced a buttock and then moved to her inner thigh. When he touched her through the fabric of her lace panties, her mouth opened and a small moan escaped. And when his fingers worked their way under the fabric, he watched as her hands clutched the pillow in response.
He freed her from her bra and shirt completely so that her nipples rubbed the soft cotton of the sheets as her hips began to rock under his touch, faster and faster until she begged, “Please, Cash, please stop.”
“Doesn’t it feel good?”
“Yes. Oh, yes.”
“Then why would you want me to stop?” he asked. His fingers moved faster against her, his free hand reaching around underneath her to pull her hips slightly up and forward off the mattress.
He traced circles around her clit, wanting to give her a quick first release so she could stop worrying about everything else and just concentrate on feeling good. And when her hips began to rock faster than the pace he’d set and her shoulders loosened, he knew he had her.
She sounded beautiful when she came, half whimpering with his name on her lips. And then he turned her because he’d wanted to touch her breasts from the second he’d seen them in that bikini she’d worn on the beach yesterday, had wanted to have his way with her nipples until she screamed for more.
One nipple, sucked between his teeth, and she was begging again, even as he worked her underwear off completely. Her fingers wound in his hair and yeah, he was in heaven or damned near close to it. And she’d stopped worrying, evidenced by her moaning his name over and over, rubbing against him, and letting it all go.
Why it was so important to him was something he didn’t plan on investigating right now.
Speaking of investigating, his cell phone was vibrating in his pocket. He nuzzled against her neck while he took it out of his pocket and snuck a peek at the screen. The number came up as unknown, just like he’d figured. None of his teammates ever used a listed number and he never programmed the numbers into his phone. Everything from memory was the motto drilled into him from the earliest training he’d had in covert ops.
She pushed him onto his back while he considered answering his phone, only because he was technically still on the clock. But then she straddled him and smiled and oh, yeah, that decision was made for him. He threw the phone down on the floor, wondered what she’d do if he picked her up and carried her outside, right out onto the beach or even the small patio attached to her room, and made a mental note to try that out after she came again.
“YOU’RE UP TO SOMETHING,” Rina accused, right after Cash threw the phone to the ground, because he had a gleam in his eye and one corner of his mouth tugged up slightly.
He didn’t argue, but he didn’t answer her, either. Instead, he put his hands behind his head and waited, watched her, his eyes trailing over her body.
For a split second, her shyness came back full force, but she knew she wouldn’t have another chance like this one again. Whatever pull this surfer had over her was going to end when the plane pulled off the runway tomorrow, and she was on it. So, she’d take her fantasy now, thank you very much.
There was something so incredibly wanton, so freeing, about being naked against his fully clothed body. The rough denim of his jeans rubbed the back of her bare thighs, the center of her body pressed against his shaft as the weight of her body pinned his against the bed, letting her take claim over him. She let herself go, just the way he wanted her to.
“Take this off,” she ordered, then started to unbutton his shirt from the bottom and he helped her finish the job. He shrugged the shirt off his shoulders and she ran her hands over his bare chest even as his fingers brushed her already taut nipples.
She moaned, leaned forward and murmured his name against his mouth. She moved her hands down to his waist and started to unbutton