Moonlighter (The Company, #1)(44)

I kick off my shorts and underwear with her help. My shoes, too, for good measure. That’s all our clothes, except for Alex’s sandals and her panties. The sandals I scoop off her feet. That’s easy. But the panties are in my way.

As I drop to my knees and kiss open her thighs, I see only one solution. A quick two-handed tug on the strip of fabric at her hip brings me the sound of tearing seams.

“Eric!” she squeaks.

“You’ll thank me in a minute.”

At least I hope she will, because I need another taste. Alex wasn’t the only one who couldn’t get through the day without flashbacks. I nose along the smooth skin of her thigh and inhale deeply of her feminine scent. She’s perfect. Dinner was perfect. The walk on the beach was perfect. This moment is perfect.

It’s unlike me to be so invested in anyone. I’m enjoying myself way too much.

And three more nights in Hawaii doesn’t seem like enough.





15





Alex





I am definitely living someone else’s life tonight, and that lucky woman has it good. We walked into the suite no more than five minutes ago, and already Eric’s tongue is… Ohhh.

My fingers find their way into his hair as he begins to worship me with his mouth and his lips. He is easily the most sexually attuned man that I’ve ever had the pleasure to encounter.

He’s ruining me for other men, and I don’t even care.

“Mmm,” he says as he slowly tastes me, and I have to close my eyes and take it all in. I don’t want to miss a single sensation. I like it all—not just the naughty tongue, but the scrape of his whiskers against my thighs and the roughness of his fingertips on my knees.

He’s devouring me, and it’s almost too good. I love this, but I also crave him inside me. “Eric, stop. Come here.”

Ignoring me, he gives another long lick and a gentle suck.

“Ah!” I gasp, trying to hold back my pleasure. “Please. Now.”

“Please, what?”

“Eric!”

He grins up at me from the floor. “The lady boss wants something?”

“You know I do.”

He chuckles, but finally stands up. One hand grasps his cock, and he gives himself an easy stroke. I can’t tear my gaze away. “You can look if I can look,” he says, calling me on it. “Spread your legs for me.”

The command makes me self-conscious, though, and I close them instead.

“Alex,” he chuckles. “Fair’s fair. Besides—that woman whose life you’re borrowing? I think she likes it dirty.”

I glance up into his smiling eyes and wonder how he knew exactly the right thing to say to me. Slowly, I spread my knees as wide as I can.

Eric makes an appreciative noise. And then he steps into the space I’ve created, bringing us close together. I can feel the heat radiating off his skin as he kisses my cheekbone while slowly penetrating me.

We both groan happily.

He wraps his arms around me and rocks sweetly inside me. “Perfect,” he whispers against my face. “Perfectly addictive.” Then he lifts my chin and kisses me.

I brace my hands behind me on the counter so he can move. Then I just lean back and let myself feel everything he’s giving me. All I know are the twin sensations of heated skin and deep kisses.

Until he stops, breaking both our kiss and our connection. I look up, bewildered, as he scoops me off the counter.

“Turn around,” he says, and then does it for me, rotating my body with his hands on my bare hips. “I want you to watch. I’ve been the only one enjoying this perfect view.”

Eric grabs a towel off the rack and tosses it onto the counter. “Rest your arms on here.”

I let him bend me over like a Barbie doll. In the mirror, I see why. He steps up behind me, arm flexing, erection in hand. He nudges my legs apart with one of his muscular knees. Then, with a brow furrowed by desire, he pushes inside.

Oh, wow. I take a deep breath and blow it out as my body welcomes him in again.

“Open your eyes,” he grunts.

I hadn’t realized I’d closed them. But in a moment, I’m grateful for the reminder. Because the sight of Eric gripping my hips and slowly pumping his body into mine is not to be missed.

I am mesmerized by the undulating flex of his chest and the warm light bathing our skin.

So this is what it feels like to truly let go and live in the moment. I can’t look away.

“That’s right,” he groans. “Don’t miss it.”

I will, though. I’ll miss this the second we’re through.





But first, sleep. I spend another glorious night curled up around Eric in our luxurious bed, until Bingley wakes me with: “Rise and shine my queen! It is time to go forth and conquer the kingdom of technology!”

“Oh, stuff it,” Eric murmurs into his pillow.

“Someone sounds grumpy!” Bingley says cheerfully. “Shall I order coffee?”

Eric’s head pops off the pillow. “You can do that?”

“It would be an honor and a privilege! Would you like me to list the room service entrees?”

“Not necessary,” he grunts. “Two pots of coffee. One regular, one decaf. A western omelet and a fruit and granola plate.”