She squealed. “Oh, that is so…oh…oh…don’t…ever…stooop.”
He reached behind her and cupped her bottom, angling her so his tongue could reach her opening. He pressed down the way she’d liked his fingers pushing in last night. He was so hard he was blind to anything but this moment, her body, her musk, her sounds. He wanted inside, too, but first this.
He ran his tongue down her length and reached inside.
“Oh, oh, oh.” She rocked against him and he felt the pulse of her need against his tongue. She was swollen, ready to fly with just a bit more-a slide of his tongue, a burst of hot breath. He gave her both.
She stilled and said his name as if he were everything to her. And for this moment, he wanted to be. He pushed his tongue into her as far as he could. She rocked wildly and cried out, caught on the wave of her release. He held her, stayed with her, felt the rhythmic flutter of her spasms.
When she was done, he kissed her hair, then rose to his feet. Holding her with one arm, he used his other hand to rid himself of his trunks.
Reading what he wanted, Candy gave a little jump, then wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms around his neck.
He carried her to the closest wall, braced her, opened her and entered her slickness with one hard stroke.
“You feel so good,” she said on a moan.
He thrust up, loving the way she gripped him with her sex and her arms. He cupped her bottom, supporting her as best he could, burying himself deep, never wanting to leave the tight warm space she’d opened to him.
His heart seemed to be pounding a hole in his ribs. He’d become a mindless creature, backing her into a wall to have her. Not civilized, not sensible, completely out of control.
He didn’t care. He had to claim her, make her his.
Their eyes met. Hers glittered with the same frantic need he felt and her breath rasped, as if she fought for air. They were in this together, this crazy place where they were like that tsunami of liquor in each other’s bloodstream-gushing, rushing, sweeping away everything in its path.
His climax approached. He tightened, then paused, letting the feeling build, waiting to see where Candy was.
“Don’t stop…I’m…there,” she said, locking her knees around him. When he thrust again, she said his name and he smiled into her hair.
They shuddered and shook together. Spilling into her, he let go of a tension he hadn’t realized he’d carried. For a blinding second, he felt free, light as air, and he realized he wanted to laugh out loud.
He lifted her away from the wall. She let her arms flop over his back and panted near his ear.
“Where’s your bed?” he murmured to her.
“The foldout,” she gasped. “But let’s borrow one upstairs.”
He turned for the stairs.
“Wait,” she said. “Bend down.”
He did and she scooped up the phone. “I’ve got to send the shots to Ellie and Sara.”
He was amazed she could manage any task at all, but while he carried her to the first bedroom and yanked down the spread, she thumbed away at the phone.
He laid her down on the bed.
“There,” she said on a sigh, extending her arm to the side and letting the phone drop. “I hope we win.”
“Who cares? All I want is you.” He took off her bikini top, cupped her breast and ran his tongue around each nipple while she squirmed under him.
After a few more seconds, she gripped his face and with what seemed like a tremendous effort, lifted him away from her breasts. “What are we doing, Matt?” she moaned.
“I can’t fight this anymore.” He kissed her sweet mouth, hiding from his conscience in the rush of rightness he felt whenever he embraced her.
“I know. I feel the same way, but this is wrong. We have to figure out how it can be right.” She seemed close to tears.
He forced himself to calm down, to think. “Okay. We know the danger. We can’t let this change anything at work. Can you do that, do you think?”
Her eyes flew across his face and he could see her mind working frantically, assessing, deciding. “I think so. This is vacation, right?”
“And I’m not myself, remember? I’m Fun Guy?” It sounded ridiculous, but he’d say anything to keep her naked. “What happens in Malibu…” So lame.
But she didn’t call him on it. In fact, she smiled. “And our deal stays the same. You’ll consider my marketing plan on its merits? Keep this, what we’re doing, separate?”
“Sure. Of course.” He saw the doubt in her eyes. “Let’s add this to the deal. You’re teaching me to be more social.”
“Come on. I’m giving you sex lessons?” She tilted her head, grinning. Good. She was accepting this. Her body softened.
“Please,” she said in a low, teasing voice. “That tongue thing…whew…you’ve earned your PhD.”
“Everyone needs a refresher.” He kissed her deep, letting his tongue explore the soft insides of her mouth. “Be gentle with me.”
She laughed, a throaty chuckle that turned his insides liquid. This woman knew fun in every fiber of her being. He could learn from her. He kissed her neck and ran his fingers across her nipple until she shivered and moaned.
“So, we’re getting it out of our systems?” She seemed to struggle to get out the words, to work out the rationale.
“Completely.”
“And when we get back, everything’s the same.”
“Absolutely.” He knew he’d say yes to anything right now. They’d made it sound simple, but he wasn’t so sure. “This is a unique situation, a phenomenon.”
“What? Like the aurora borealis?”
“Exactly. Like a comet visible only once in a lifetime.”
She laughed. “If you start on the seven wonders of the world, I’m leaving.”
“Whatever gets you in.” He’d made it sound like a joke, but that was truly how he felt.
“I’m in,” she said softly, then slowly rose to straddle him. “And now I want you there. In. Me.”
“Just what I was thinking.” He found his way into her body and it was everything he wanted at the moment. Their being together was like some natural wonder-a startling comet that zipped by so fast you wondered if you’d seen it at all.
11
THE NEXT MORNING, CANDY woke early to the sound of Matt breathing in her ear. She smiled, enjoying the warm heaviness of his body overlapping hers. She pressed her nose against his forearm and inhaled deeply of the cozy smell of his skin.
After deciding on their fling, they’d returned to his place and made love over and over. She thought about how Matt had tirelessly tracked her pleasure each time. At midnight, they’d stopped for sustenance-an entire box of HoHos and a quart of Dr. Pepper-then engaged in a pillow fight that collapsed into soft, slow lovemaking. She felt so good with him, so close to him. This had to be okay.
A vacation fling was the perfect solution, wasn’t it?
She fought the part of her that felt weak and defeated, that knew she’d succumbed to her spoiled ways, chosen short-term fun over long-term investment, done what made her feel good, not what was good for her.
Except when she looked over at Matt, she experienced such a rush of happiness she had to believe this was right. She believed in living life fully, seizing experiences, right? This was too intense to pass up.
Matt would still look at her Ledger Lite plan, after all, and she would still teach him networking. And wasn’t this better than returning to SyncUp with lust still throbbing between them?
But what if they didn’t get past it? What if they still wanted each other desperately? What if this changed everything? Her stomach burned at the thought.
They had to finish it here. Had to. She tried to calm herself down with a reality check. Once Matt got back to SyncUp, Fun Guy would disappear. The old Matt had been resistible enough. And, workaholic that he was, Matt would naturally turn his intense focus away from her and back to the job. The flame would be out like a windblown pilot light.