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“An hour and twenty minutes to be precise,” Madden said from his seat. “Did you know you talk in your sleep?” he said, a little grin playing around his lips.
Mortification washed over me and I dropped my head onto my hands. “I talked in my sleep? What did I say?”
“Nothing intelligible,” Madden chuckled. “Maybe next time I’ll get the answers I was looking for.”
“Well you’re awake now and if you would please fasten your seatbelt, we’ll see about touching down?” Gretchen asked sweetly.
I moved over to my seat and pulled the belt around my waist. Every time I looked up, I could see the amusement on Madden’s face.
“A gentleman would have woken me instead of letting me make a fool out of myself,” I said, tilting my chin up.
He threw back his head and laughed. “Sweetheart, I am nowhere near a gentleman.”
I believed it.
Fifteen minutes later the plane rolled to a stop and Gretchen pushed open the door. Madden stood and waited for me to step in front of him before he laid his hand on my lower back again.
“I hope you had a nice flight, Ms Kinsey,” Gretchen said with a smile.
“Yes, thank you,” I said to her.
Madden guided me out the door and down the steps. A sleek black SUV waited a dozen feet away. A man leaned against the side, and he pushed off as we got closer. “Morning, Sir. Do you have bags today?”
“Yes, there are three.” The man nodded and jogged over to the plane. He came back moments later with three black bags. I didn’t see mine anywhere.
“There’s one more,” I said.
The man shook his head. “’Fraid that this was all there was.”
“There were only two of us on that plane. How is it possible to lose someone’s luggage? I saw your driver carry it to…” I narrowed my eyes on Madden. “Did he take my bag to the plane?”
“Apparently not. I’ll have to have a talk with him about that.” Except Madden looked anything but irritated. In fact, he looked quite amused.
“Is this your way of keeping me nak**ed all weekend?” This was just great. I had nothing with me except for what I had on. At least there wouldn't be any real guests since the place was getting remodeled.
“I like the way you think, Ms Kinsey. Dinner may prove a bit awkward, but we are a forward thinking resort—I don’t imagine the others will take offense.” He leaned in very close. “I know I wouldn’t mind it at all.”
I was still stuck on his other words. “People? You said the resort was undergoing remodeling.”
“It is. We are adding a new building on the west side of the property. The rest is running as usual.”
I looked down at my faded jeans. “I’m not leaving the room for two days.”
His grin turned wolfish. “Fine by me.”
Chapter Three
The view from our room was breathtaking.
And I had a feeling that Madden’s suite had the best of everything this place had to offer. I stepped out onto the balcony.
“It’s beautiful,” I said, knowing that was a huge understatement.
“That’s the idea,” Madden commented from inside the room.
The bright blue ocean stretched as far as I could see, not a cloud in the sky. It wouldn’t surprise me if Madden had ordered the weather to be perfect. I felt him approaching behind me even though he had yet to touch me. My body came alive, hyper aware that he was only inches from me.
I craved his hands on me in a way that took my breath away.
Without thinking, I wrapped my fingers around the wrought iron railing and arched my back.
He lifted my hair and moved it off one shoulder, then slid the edge of my peasant blouse down to expose the skin there. Goose bumps sprang up and my skin got tighter. He did nothing and my breath hitched in my chest. He was the most potent kind of aphrodisiac and it was killing me oh so slowly.
I tilted my head a fraction, offering myself to him. Hot breath washed over my neck and a low groan tore from my throat. My knuckles were white and I pushed my as**s back until I felt the hardness of his co**ck pressing against my lower back. I needed him more than I needed air at that moment.
“I am going to enjoy making you come apart over and over again,” he murmured in my ear. “With my tongue. With my co**ck. Every time you do, I want to hear you scream my name. Is that clear, Skylar?”
He had yet to touch me and I was wet and throbbing with need. His voice, his words, did something to me. If he touched me now I would scream his name across the entire ocean.
“Yes,” I said hoarsely. My hi**ps moved involuntarily against the hardness in his jeans. Did he want me to beg? I never had before in my life, but I would.
