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The sight of her prompted a low noise from the back of his throat. It was the sexiest sound she’d ever heard. He jumped from the bed and all but tore his clothes from his body. She let herself look, her rapt gaze landing first on his impressive length and then tracing up over his abdomen, his chest, his toned shoulders, appreciating the hewn muscles that had served his country. But then he took a step away, and it felt like her world was imploding.
“No!” Rhianne howled in protest. “What—”
“Protection.”
She was grateful he was thinking for both of them, and she intended to tell him so when he returned from the bathroom a second later. He slid the condom on and was back on the bed with her, his arms caging her head, his mouth taking hers once more.
Her lips yielded to his just as the rest of her did. Eric eased away—just enough to bend his head to her breasts and kiss first one, then the other, lingering on the peaks. She gasped when his beard scratched deliciously at her soft flesh, then moaned at the firmness of his lips on the swollen nub. And when he used his teeth to deliver a quick, clever nip, she pressed her hand over her mouth to hold in her cries.
Her breath panted from her when he soothed his hands down her hips. Her stomach seemed to fascinate him—he feathered his fingers across it, making her skin pebble.
That was a prelude to him parting her legs and sliding his palm up the inside of her thigh.
“Open for me,” he rasped against her ear, and Rhianne splayed her legs farther apart.
He teased her curls—her damp curls—then along her center, each millimeter he touched swelling for him and opening her to him as he’d said. She’d give him what he wanted. Whatshewanted. Rhianne drew her legs up, bending them to plant the soles of her feet flat on the bed, letting her thighs fall open for Eric to explore.
“Rhianne.” Her name fell from his lips, and he gazed into her eyes the entire time he used his hand to devastating effect. He stroked his fingers higher and higher still until he circled her clit with his thumb at the same time as he speared two fingers deep inside her slick channel.
Rhianne shattered, the sudden, explosive climax Eric commanded from her blindsiding her. With perfect timing, he bent low to catch her scream in his mouth. But even as pleasure surged through her body, she knew she wanted more of him. More than just his fingers. She wantedeverything. “Now,” she demanded, tearing her mouth free to urge him on. That seemed to be all he needed to hear.
The thick head of his cock pressed against her where she was waiting—ready—for him, and he pushed inside. He went slowly, easing his way into her until she was practically begging for the full length of him. His hands sought hers, pinning them to either side of her head as he finally buried himself all the way inside.
“I won’t last very long,” he whispered, nipping her earlobe as he confessed into her ear. “You’re too fucking sexy and I want you too much.”
He rocked into her as he spoke, and Rhianne arched up to meet him. They continued like that for several more strokes, with Eric panting as if he was running a marathon. Finally, he rested his head into the space between her neck and shoulder. His hands tightened in hers and his whole body tensed. She felt his release, all heat and power, even through the condom.
Eric raised his head and the look of wonder in his eyes lit her up as much as the intense pleasure of his lovemaking. The kiss he dropped on her lips was sweeter than honey, and he took an age to ease from her and slip to her side, then from the bed and the room.
Disposing of the condom, she guessed. He was back with her within seconds and gathering her in his arms, holding her tightly to him as though she were precious, and he’d never let her go.
She wished.
But life…wasn’t quite like that.
That much Rhianne knew.
10
For the moment, everything was perfect. But the moment didn’t last long. Both she and Eric jumped when there was an unexpected tap on the door. She lifted her head to look at Eric, raising questioning eyebrows at him, only to receive his head shake in reply, indicating he didn’t know who their visitor could be, either. He sprang from the bed and pulled on his pants.
“Go into the bathroom,” he said quietly.
“But—” she started to argue, not liking the idea of him facing whoever was out there without any backup. What if their cover had been blown?
“If it’s the same guy from earlier, I don’t want him getting a look at you like that,” he told her, indicating her half-dressed body and her long, bare legs.
Oh.Rhianne took the few steps to the ensuite, snatching up her clothes on the way and peered through the door as Eric, still shirtless, opened the main door. She frowned when she heard his huff of laughter.
“Honey, come out and look!” he called, in his “Eli” voice.
Wrapping the bathroom robe around herself, “Raquel” came out…and saw the short garment rack on wheels Eric was pushing into their room. It held two garment bags, along with boxes that probably held matching shoes.
“They’re for us?” Rhianne was bemused.
“Oh yes.” Eric ripped open the envelope addressed to them that accompanied the clothes. He showed her the short note it contained. “And it seems we have a time slot booked with a stylist. Our host thinks of everything.” He unzipped the first bag and pulled out a tuxedo, pausing to peer at the label. “Looks like they know my exact size. Wow.”
It clearly showed who held the power in the situation. Rich as the guests were, this was Arturo’s turf, and he made the rules, all the way down to what they were wearing.
