Page 27 of Wrecked With You

“Kari?” he asks, and I’m so involved in my memories that it takes me a second to recognize my assumed name. He’s still himself—it made sense as he was meeting the contact who might search him out by name—but I’m a free agent, and in case anyone decides to check up on me, we both decided I should be anonymous.

“Earth to Kari.”

This time I jump, tugged fully from my thoughts as he nods toward Mindy. I flash her an apologetic smile. “So sorry. I saw this incredibly colorful bird and my mind just flew away with it.” It’s only a little white lie. A tiny redbird is perched in one of the trees to my left. “Could you repeat that last bit?”

“I was just saying that’s what we’re here for,” she chirps, not looking the least bit irritated with me. “We have games and events all designed to help you mix and mingle.”

“Any sort of matching services?” Tony takes my hand with a sultry smile. “We don’t want to waste time waiting to meet the perfect companion.”

“Of course, you don’t. And, yes, we’re happy to assist with more traditional introductions. Is there someone special? Did you two notice someone as we were walking this way?”

“No—no one yet,” I say. “But, well, most people here are couples.”

“We’d like to meet a woman traveling on her own,” Tony says. “Anyone you have in mind?”

“Claudia’s our only single right now. She’s been here since Friday, and she’s very well settled with another couple now. Of course, that doesn’t mean that one of the other women wouldn’t be interested. And if you sweeten the deal with a trade or by letting her current companion watch…”

“That’s definitely an intriguing thought,” Tony says. “But what about the upcoming guests? Any single women arriving in the next few days?”

“What a good question.” We’ve reached our cabana, and she pauses outside the door to concentrate on pulling something up on the electronic tablet she’s been carrying. “It looks like we have three single women arriving tomorrow. Thea, Amy, and Tracy Ann.”

“Well, we’d love to meet them tomorrow,” Tony tells her, pressing a hundred dollar bill into her hand as he takes our keys. “Your help with an introduction would be very appreciated.”

“Of course.” She nods to the door. “I’ll leave you to explore the cabana on your own. Your luggage is already in your room. And if you need anything at all, just dial zero.”

She wiggles her fingers, then takes off down the path.

Tony opens the door, then enters, taking my hand and tugging me in behind him. I stumble, not expecting to be drawn in so quickly, then I gasp as he not only slams the door, but pushes me roughly against it.

His hand slides between my legs. He still has my panties from the plane, and I melt against him as his fingers find my bare sex. His lips close over mine, and I open to him, relishing the way his tongue teases me.

He pulls away, his teeth tugging at my bottom lip. I gasp, more turned on than I want to be as I clutch his ass and pull his body closer.

His lips trail kisses across my cheeks until he reaches my ear. “The place is probably bugged. Audio and video.”

I nod. The thought had crossed my mind, too. As far as I know, Debauchery is as legit as sex resorts come. But that doesn’t mean they aren’t taping the clientele and silently blackmailing their guests. Or even offering to split the profit from amateur porn as a side income.

I twine my fingers in his hair and tug his mouth back toward mine. “I know,” I murmur. “This isn’t my first rodeo.” I slide one hand down and cup his cock, now hard inside his jeans.

He groans and attacks my mouth in a kiss that I’m certain is going to leave a bruise. “Do you have any idea how much I want you right now?” His voice is low and right by my ear, meant only for me. “How much I want to fuck you?”

“I know.” The words emerge as a needy moan, and I don’t even care.

“You fuck me up,” he says. “I’m so glad I brought you, but at the same time, you fuck me up.”

“Me, too,” I confess, shocking myself with the revelation. Not only that it’s true, but that I’d said it aloud.

Not that it means anything. It’s not as if I was thrusting out my ring finger and demanding a gold band. We click. That’s all. And I have a feeling we’re about to click a whole hell of a lot more.

I wish he’d hurry up. My body is on fire, and I’m not sure how much more foreplay I can take before I have to fall to the floor and beg. I want him inside me. I want it hard and fast, and then I want slow and easy. I want to feel him inside me tomorrow. I want to be so sore it hurts to walk.

And since I really don’t want to wait any more, I tell him exactly that.

“With me,” he says, taking my hand and leading me toward the bathroom. He turns the shower on high, checks the temperature, then strips. I do nothing—I’m enjoying the view far too much.

The corner of his mouth twitches. “Waiting for me to undress you?”

“Maybe,” I say, then unbutton the skirt. There’s not much to be done to get naked. The tee is easy to peel off, and since I’m braless, that’s all it takes. And since he still has my panties in a pocket, all I have to do is shimmy out of the skirt to be standing in front of him completely naked.