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The little Airbnb was one of the cutest places I’d ever seen. It was a quaint A-frame with floor-to-ceiling windows facing the sprawling ocean.
“I know I should have told you, but I figured you’d have your go-bag with you,” Trask said, pulling my backpack from the backseat when we parked.
“A go-bag, huh?”
“Yeah, a bag ready to go with you wherever you want, complete with clothes, toothbrush, and books.”
“And the laptop,” I said.
He pulled out a bag that was slightly bigger, “But I took the liberty of bringing snacks, wine, and extra sweatpants for you, although I’m fairly certain you already stole a pair or two of mine.”
“You are an angel,” I said, already excited about slipping into the soft fabric that smelled of sandalwood and something distinctly Trask. “And yes, I have a pair of your sweats and I am not planning on returning them anytime soon.”
“Fair enough. But first,” he rummaged around the small kitchen and opened the fridge, pulling out chilled champagne. “A toast. To us. And working windpipes.” He poured us each a glass and handed one to me.
I leaned against the small counter and took the glass, clinking it against his. “To us. And clear airways.” I set the glass down, eyeing Trask. He really did look good in that suit.
“See something you like?” He set his glass next to mine, leaning over, arms braced on either side of my body, trapping me between him and the counter.
“It’s really good,” I mumbled.Words, what are words?“The champagne.” I cleared my throat. “Tastes like almonds?”
He nodded. “One of my favorite flavors.”
“Better than pineapple anyway.” I reached around him to grab the glass in trembling hands, taking another long, fortifying gulp.
Trask gripped my waist and set me on the counter. He knelt in front of me, taking my ankle in his hand, gently unclasping the buckle of my stiletto. He slid it off. Christ, how could this man ruin my panties by simply touching my ankle? To be fair, my knickers were ruined the moment I saw him in that suit hours ago. Making me climax on the bench seat of his truck also did not help matters. Good grief, I had been a mess all night.
His lips brushed my calf before he dropped that leg and worked on the other shoe.
“I still owe you that performance. That story,” I whispered.
He shook his head. “As much as I love seeing you in that dress, I want nothing more than to see it on the floor.” He kissed the inside of my knee and I moaned. He lifted the fabric of the dress and began trailing kisses up my thigh.
“You know,” he said between kisses. “You can say stop whenever you want. Hell, I’ll even put on your boots if that makes you feel better.”
“Why? Do you think I’m scared?” I tried to keep my voice even.
“You’re shaking.”
“I can’t help it.”
“I’ll stop.” He pulled away.
“Don’t.” My hand darted out and rested against his cheek, my thumb sliding over his lips. “Don’t stop,” I whispered.
His eyes went dark and his grip on my thigh grew harder. He stood and kissed me in one fluid motion. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pressing myself against him. He nipped and sucked at my neck, palming my ass and lifting me from the counter. He walked us a few paces, and he gently set me on my feet, never breaking the kiss. Trask tasted like champagne and sugar and something distinctly Trask. Something I’d only ever get from him. I needed more. My body needed more. He pulled away, panting, and I tried and failed to hide the whine that escaped my lips.
“I still want that dress on the floor,” he whispered into my ear, sending goosebumps down my arms.
I turned from him, facing the giant king-sized bed that took up most of the little studio. It was dark, but the moon reflected over the waves and the soft glow of the light inside was just enough. I hoped it would hide my blush.
The tips of his fingers brushed up my arms, ghosting over my skin and I couldn’t stop the shiver that ran down my spine. “So take it off,” I said.
His hands reached for the straps of my black gown and slowly tugged them down my arms. The fabric pooled at my hips and he unbuttoned the two buttons and watched the rest of the fabric fall into a halo around my feet.
I could feel the heat of my blush rising from my chest to my cheeks when I was left in just my underwear. He continued assaulting my neck with slow, languid kisses and it felt like my blood was on fire. I wanted more.
I reached a hand up behind me and ran my fingers through his hair and it was like the invisible chord between us snapped. He spun me in his arms and pushed me onto the bed. He climbed over me, trapping me between the mattress and his heavy body. He kissed my lips, biting at them, working his way to my ear and down my chest. I moaned when his lips ghosted over my nipples. I could feel him smiling as he turned his attention to my breasts, kissing and squeezing them.
