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  “You’ve just never hiked around with me.” He stepped close, expecting her to back up, but she held her ground as only a whisper of space separated their bodies. “Whenever you try something new with me, you like it.”

  “I didn’t like the haunted hotel and I didn’t like getting a speeding ticket and I guarantee I won’t like being stuck here for four days. This hotel is a museum. There’s so much memorabilia downstairs I was afraid of knocking over something valuable.” She let out a sigh and stepped away, then sank onto the burgundy velvet-covered bed. “If this was black satin it would belong in the Playboy mansion.”

  He let out a bawdy laugh because he’d been thinking the same thing. “There’s too much to see in one day. Wild horses, gold mines, mammoth fossils, sex museum, Rushmore cave, Mt. Rushmore and the Crazy Horse monument. Which reminds me, we need to get moving.” He grabbed her hand and pulled her up.

  “Excuse me, sex museum?”

  “In a former brothel, but don’t get too excited. I’m going to make you wait for it.”

  …

  Haunting music surrounded them as the laser-light show animated Native American history in a series of moving cave paintings along the side of the Crazy Horse monument. Before the sun had set, they’d seen the enormous sculpture-in-progress of the famous Lakota chief, his head and chest emerging from the scarred rock. The sunset had painted his features, and the visitor’s center had highlighted the history, proudly displaying a model of what the sculpture would look like when finished.

  Xavier wrapped an arm around her, his warm hand rubbing her shoulder through her thin cardigan. The cedar tones of his cologne mixed with the sweet scent of the Ponderosa forest surrounding the monument.

  The experience had been so fascinating she wanted to apologize for trying to get out of it. But as much as she’d enjoyed this appealing escape from reality, she knew she couldn’t justify a four-day vacation, especially since they were still days away from home.

  She leaned her head on his shoulder and wished she could simply enjoy what he offered. But she had to find a way to get back to her addressless, relationship-free, career-stalled reality.

  It sucked to be an adult.

  …

  “I want to take your picture.”

  Jaime froze, her hand clenching the hairbrush halfway through her dark hair. She cleared her throat and decided playing dumb might shy him off this naughty train of thought.

  “You’ve taken plenty of pictures of me. I hope you plan on deleting most of them since you have a knack for snapping them when I’m not looking.”

  “I want a picture of you on that bed.” The desire in his voice had her considering it.

  Jaime set the brush on the small vanity and turned to face him. The mental picture of his tanned skin, defined, bare chest and tented black boxers would outlast any print. She shook her head slowly. “Even if I wanted to, which I don’t, I can’t.”

  He took a step closer. “You can.”

  She held up her hand. “You don’t understand. I am a teacher. I have to live to a higher moral standard than most people because I’m an example to kids. A boudoir shot of me hits the internet, and I lose my job. Anything more risqué, and I’ll never teach again.”

  His brows knit together. “It’s for me, not public viewing. I want something to look at while I talk you into phone sex.” He gave a you-know-you-want-to grin and reached for her hand. His warm fingers tangled with hers.

  “It’s not that I think a picture would find its way into the wrong hands on purpose, but things happen. And if you never take the risk, you never take the fall.” She released his hand and turned back to the vanity, adjusting the spaghetti straps of her red tank top and then tugging the hem to meet the waistband of her cherry-print boy shorts. The best thing about Xavier’s South Dakota detour was the laundry service the hotel provided. By tomorrow morning, she’d have clean wardrobe choices again.

  “What about if I don’t catch your face?”

  Tucking her hair behind her ears, she turned to face him. “You’re kind of obsessing about this.”

  “You have no idea.” He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her flush against him, his hard cock pressing into her soft belly. “At first I wanted you draped across the bed in lingerie from the sex museum, and then I turned down the bed and found satin sheets. Your curves adorned in satin? It’s made me hard for the last half hour.”

  His words gave her a rush of raw sensual power. She wasn’t about to do it, but damn he made it sound good. He moved her hair off her shoulder and placed a soft kiss there. Tingling at his touch, she tilted her head as he trailed kisses from her shoulder to her ear and back down.

  Her nipples pulled tight and hard, so she pressed her breasts to his chest to ease the ache. She relaxed, amazed at how easy it was to be with him. He made her comfortable and excited and exasperated all at once. And God help her, she liked it.

  She liked the way his hands skimmed her sides, her skin growing more sensitive with each pass. Being with him was uncomplicated and complex, effortless and demanding, a whirl of mental sparring, physical pleasure and an emotional salve holding the whole intricate situation together.

  “I want you.” His hot breath and husky tone hit her like a shot of tequila. Inhibitions melted, sensations heightened and she reached her hand for the back of his head to pull his lips to hers.

  She kissed him to say she wanted him too, to say thank you for pushing her into this circus of experiences and sensations. A collection of once-in-a-lifetime moments she wouldn’t need snapshots to remember.

  As his mouth played hers, tasting and licking and making her feel as if all the other men who’d kissed her hadn’t done it properly, she slid her free hand around and grabbed his ass like a bridesmaid at a bachelorette party.

  He framed her face with his hands and pulled back. The intensity in his dark eyes felt heady and hypnotizing. “Say yes.”

  “Yes to the bed, now.”

  “I want to take your picture on the bed, in the morning. I need it.”

  “For what?” She cupped his ass in both hands, pressing him to her. Soon he’d be too distracted to keep up this dangerous notion, or she’d be too needy to think straight.

  “I don’t know. I just need it, like I need you now.” His mouth was back on hers before she could deny him. He tugged her hands free, and then it was his hands on her bottom, lifting her up and onto him so her legs went around his waist, her arms around his neck and her core against his hard cock.

  He walked them the few steps to the bed. Jaime was glad the room was small. Each step moved his cock against her, heightening her pleasure. If it had been a long walk, she’d have climaxed just from friction.

  He set her bottom on the edge of the bed, moved his hands to the hem of her tank top and lifted it over her head. When she’d dressed for bed, having sex with Xavier had been a maybe, but he’d raced past her maybe, okay, yes, and please, straight to her pushing off her boy shorts and a voice she barely recognized saying, “Now, or I’ll take you myself.”

  He shucked his boxers, his thick cock bobbing with the motion. A wave of sexual urgency broke over her and she reached for him, wrapped her hand around his cock and gently tugged him forward. He hissed out a breath and the image of her hand wrapped round him seared in her mind. Really, who needed pictures?

  “Condom.” Desperation made her voice low and thick. Her body screamed for release, the wetness between her legs seeping onto her thighs. She knelt on the bed, the black satin sheets smooth against her skin as he protected them.

  Jaime wondered if it was possible to be high on lust, on power, on the promise of pleasure. Certainly she wouldn’t normally grab a naked man by the shoulders and push him onto her bed. Only a woman out of her mind would barely give the man a moment to scoot to the center before she climbed astride him and slipped her wet pussy against his sheathed cock.

  She’d never been so brazen, so bold and daring. She’d always tried to be a thoughtful
lover, but right now she couldn’t be bothered to care about what he wanted. According to his cock, it was her.

  And she wanted him. She wanted to sink onto him in one motion. She held back nothing as she raised her hips and positioned him at her entrance. She swirled the tip of his cock slowly around her clit until her legs began to shake, and then she slipped him inside, moaning as she lowered herself.

  Chapter Ten

  Jaime’s dark eyes sparked with lust as she slid her tight pussy around his rigid cock. Even through the condom, he felt the nuances of her body as she settled herself into place. He’d never dreamed Jaime would have such an assertive side to her sexuality.

  Okay, so he had dreamed it, and now it was coming true as she circled her hips, seeming to draw him even deeper into her. His stomach clenched as thought drained from his brain, everything focusing on the woman straddling him, working his cock with her amazing body.

  He ran his hands up and down her smooth thighs, the strong muscles beneath the soft skin tensing with her movements. The earthy scent of sex filled the room as Jaime began to rock against him. She never lifted her body, just kept him fully within as she chased satisfaction.

  The eroticism of watching her pleasure herself tightened his balls, but her slow, easy movements kept his own release from threatening. He cupped her round ass, pushing her onto him even deeper. Her breathy whimpers gained intensity as he tilted her forward, pressing her clit against him with her every move.

  He ran his hands up her rib cage and cupped her supple breasts. Her wicked smile widened as she placed her hands on either side of his head and leaned over, presenting her delectable nipples at the perfect angle for tasting.

  A flutter of his tongue caused a stutter in her movements, so he kept up the gentle adoration of her breasts. Loving Jaime was a long and gentle affair, not the fast and hard treatment he’d become accustomed to. Different, and yet wilder in its own way.

  With his thumb rubbing across the nipple he’d just sucked to a taught peak, he switched to the other and caught movement at the foot of the bed. His stomach tightened for a brief moment until he realized what he saw.

  A mahogany dressing mirror angled to the side of the bed gave him an amazing view of Jaime from behind as she worked him. He watched her above him, the swaying dark hair and flushed cheeks a gorgeous picture of lust. Then his gaze switched back to the mirror, a naughtier version of the same thing.

  Better than any picture he might have taken, it was like starring in his own bedroom film, only better since it was actually his cock getting worked by the exotic beauty, his woman grinding against him.

  Her pace and breath quickened and he watched from both angles as she climaxed, her décolleté flushing red, the muscles of her ass clenching and releasing with the identical rhythm her pussy worked on his cock.

  As soon as her breathing began to slow, he grasped her hips and lifted them off his so he had room to thrust into her. She gasped at each thrust, and so did he as he watched the mirror as his cock pistoned in and out of her.

  Her head rested next to his on the pillow as she lifted her hips a bit more. He pulled her ass cheeks apart for a better view as he fucked her, driving into her with all the excitement he felt.

  She licked his ear and his fingers clenched against her soft flesh. She nipped his earlobe and he pushed even deeper into her.

  “Tómame ahora,” she breathed against his ear as her whimpering moans started again. He rose to her command to “do me now”. Like a beast unleashed, he worked her body the way she’d worked his, pressing her sensitive pussy against his pelvis with each thrust.

  The show in the mirror, the heady scent in the room, the soundtrack of Jaime’s aroused mewing in his ear and her hot pussy accommodating his cock spun together, pushing him to the brink of release.

  But it was the soft pressure of her teeth on his earlobe, her pussy clenching him like a vice that pulled his climax from him. She gave a silent scream as he drove into her again and again, milking his cock of all he had.

  As pleasure waned, he settled her against him, her pussy still twitching with aftershocks of orgasm. He played with her silky hair as she lay sprawled atop him, her breath still coming in rough pants. He rubbed her back, the sheen of sweat letting his hands glide smoothly up and down her soft skin.

  “I could fall asleep like this,” she whispered once she’d caught her breath.

  “I still have some business to take care of,” he whispered back.

  She lifted her head, her long hair falling around them. “You could make love again? After that? I can barely move.”

  He chuckled, making his chest move and her breasts bounce against it. With a sight like that, he could do her again. “I meant the condom.”

  “Oh, right.” She rolled off but maintained her spent, splayed pose.

  He smiled all the way to the bathroom and back, returning with her glass of water.

  “Bless you,” she said as she sat up and then leaned against the padded headboard before she took the glass. “I really don’t think I can move.” He kissed her forehead before rounding the bed, catching his semi-erect state in the mirror. He could go again, but one look at the silly haze of satisfaction lighting her features and he knew he should wait. When a woman is totally blissed out, best to let her enjoy it.

  He shut off the bedside lamp, shrouding the room in darkness so he wasn’t tempted to give the mirror another show. He pulled the satin sheet from the end of the bed and covered them both as he settled in next to her. She slipped beneath the sheet and turned to face him, her fingers soft against his cheek.

  “Does that count as two?” she whispered, her voice low and sleepy.

  “Two what?” Orgasms? Because if she faked either one she was a hell of an actress.

  “Positions. That’s what you meant about more than one position during sex, right?” She drifted her hand along his neck and across his chest. If she kept this up, she’d find herself in another in under a minute.

  He cleared his throat and took her wandering hand in his, kissing her fingers one by one before he moved their hands to the mattress between them. “Two orgasms, two positions.”

  “Wow.” He could hear the smile in her voice.

  “The shower this morning was two positions.”

  “Really?”

  “One leg around my hip as we were standing, then both legs around my back.” Damn, his cock stiffened to full attention.

  “It seemed like a natural progression.” She spoke with the bored air of a student in class. “We had sex twice in one day, in four positions. Wow.”

  “Can we talk about Mt. Rushmore? Or gold mines or something else?” he shifted, trying to clear his head of the visions of fucking Jaime in so many delicious ways.

  “Why?”

  He brought her hand beneath the sheet and rubbed her knuckles along his stiff length. Which wasn’t his brightest idea, since his cock twitched at the promise of her touch.

  “You’re kidding.” Amazement lifted her voice. She wrapped her fingers around him and squeezed.

  He closed her fingers in his, hoping to stop her exploration before he passed the point of no return. “J’aime, don’t start something we’re not going to finish.”

  “How do you want to be finished?” A smoky, Spanish accent thickened her tone and her soft lips planted kisses along his jaw. “Do you want my mouth,” she said in the softest of whispers, “or my pussy?”

  He framed her face between his hands and claimed her lips with a primal passion. They were totally having phone sex once he got back to Paris. That voice could make oil go hard.

  With one hand, he reached between them and slid his fingers against her slick folds. She moaned through their kiss when he circled her clit with his thumb and slipped two fingers inside her, curling them against the roughened pad of her G-spot.

  “How do you want it, J’aime?” He broke their kiss long enough to ask.

  “I, I don’t know,” she whispered. “I want to
kiss you. I want you to come again.”

  “I love when you talk sex.” He rolled to the bedside table, his cock slipping from her grasp. He snagged another condom and turned back to her. “We’re having phone sex every day, no excuses.”

  He kissed her before she could protest, lifting her leg over his and aligning their hips. He released her lips and kissed her neck as he slid into her, enjoying her soft gasps and whimpers as he began to rock their bodies with a slow, powerful rhythm.

  She ran her fingernails against his scalp and moaned. “This is like dancing, only a million times better.”

  He laughed and sought her mouth again, kissing her to the same beat that he fucked her, slowly building the fire of another orgasm. This felt different than earlier, the heady fog that had swum around him the first time they’d made love returning. The more he gave, the more she took, as if she couldn’t get enough. He knew the feeling, because it washed over him too.

  She moaned and lifted her leg higher, her breath becoming more shallow with each thrust. He’d learned the hot grip of her pussy well enough to know one orgasmic quiver would be the end of him. He shifted his hips to hold her off, but it had the opposite effect. She broke their kiss and arched her back, pressing her hand onto his ass to anchor him to her. He didn’t thrust as she came, just held on and let the muscles of her pussy spasm around him until he came with a thundering shout.

  A small voice in his head screamed for him to change the position, to pump into her or pull out, anything to break the spell. But the connection was too intoxicating to give up. He didn’t want to just fuck her, he wanted to love her.

  He wanted to make her come and make her come with him. Anywhere. Everywhere.

  …

  “We could go to the reptile gardens next.” Jaime stretched her bare feet on the dashboard, her red toenails flashing in the hot sun.

  “I would think you’d have had enough of family events after the gold mine this morning.” He took the folder of brochures from her and fingered through them.