“Something to eat,” she murmured. “Excellent idea. And I know exactly what I’m in the mood for.”
“What’s that?”
For an answer, she rubbed herself suggestively against his erection. And watched his heat flare in his eyes. “Any complaints?” she murmured.
“Hell no, sweetheart. Not in this lifetime.”
8
BRETT AWAKENED and opened one eye to look at the clock on the bedside table, not surprised to note it was 6:00 a.m. The same time he awoke every morning. Didn’t matter what time he went to sleep, his internal body clock came awake at 6:00 a.m.
But unlike other mornings, today there was a gorgeous, naked woman in his bed, the back of whose lush, feminine form was spooned against his front. His morning erection nestled snugly against the curve of her spine, and her soft breast filled his palm, and her scent…warm skin misted with a hint of spent passion, filled his head.
Definitely a huge improvement over waking up alone. One he suspected he could get used to.
Closing his eyes, he breathed deeply, then suppressed a groan. She just smelled so damn good. And felt so damn good. And looked and tasted so damn good. Hell, she even sounded good…the teasing note that entered her voice when her eyes glittered with mischief, her smoky laugh, the way she moaned when he was deep inside her, that sexy groan she made just before she came. All so damn good.
He brushed his thumb slowly over her velvety nipple and felt it pebble beneath his touch. Last night had been…incredible. Like nothing he’d ever before experienced. Sure, he’d had great sex before, had spent the night wrapped around a woman, but something about this woman made it all feel so much more intense. Passionate. In a way that simultaneously captivated and scared the crap out of him. If someone had asked him yesterday morning if he believed in love at first sight, he’d have laughed his ass off. The entire notion went completely against his pragmatic, scientific nature.
But now he wasn’t so sure. Because something sure as hell had happened to him the instant he saw her.
That was lust, you ass, his inner voice informed him. Possibly. He couldn’t deny that he’d taken one look at that transparent skirt of hers and all the blood that usually resided above his neck and operated his brain had gushed below his belt and settled in his groin.
But he’d felt lust before. Strong lust. This…this was more. His common sense, upon which he normally relied heavily, kept reminding him that now was a bad time to get involved in a relationship-he had important decisions to make regarding his career and future and he didn’t need the waters muddied any more than they already were. And even if he were to get involved, he certainly shouldn’t contemplate doing so with an Upper-East-Side princess.
But all that common sense didn’t stand a chance against the way this woman had made him feel from the first moment he’d seen her. The instant he’d caught her scent. His reaction to her was, without a doubt, further validation of his formula. Proof that a person’s unique scent, determined largely by their DNA and immune system, was a powerful aphrodisiac. Not that he’d required further proof, but the fact that he’d now personally experienced it was just the icing on the cake. How much more powerful would his attraction to her be if she used the cream he’d devised?
Would she be interested in his scientific explanations of the cream’s properties? Or would her eyes glaze over with boredom as Lynda’s used to when he discussed his personal research work? Did he even want to discuss his findings with Kayla-a woman he barely knew? He’d hinted that he would, but how much should he really tell her? He didn’t know, but surely it couldn’t hurt to reveal what he’d published in the scientific journals. That information was, after all, available to anyone who cared to read it.
He didn’t doubt for a minute that his formula would work, but hell, he had to question how much more sexually attracted he could possibly be to her. A slow grin tugged at his lips. He didn’t know, but he sure as hell wanted to find out. Another night like last night wasn’t something any guy with a pulse would turn down.
Of course, tonight wouldn’t be nearly as comfortable as last night. They’d had a bed-not that they’d exclusively used it during their sex marathon. Tonight they’d be on the trail, sleeping in individual tents. He knew two things damn well-one of their tents would go empty, and sleep would have very little to do with it.
Speaking of their hike…it was about time they got up. He had to pack his gear and check out of the hotel, and Kayla needed to go back to her hotel to do the same. Then maybe some breakfast together followed by the bus ride to the tour’s starting point.
His gaze wandered over her glossy auburn hair and the ivory-smooth slope of her bare shoulder. So far he’d liked everything about Kayla, but it wasn’t too difficult to like a woman who was witty, intelligent and charming in a restaurant, plus uninhibited in bed. Nor was it necessarily a challenge to exhibit those qualities while dining or having sex in the comfort of a hotel room. It would be interesting to see how an uptown girl did on the trail.
She’d admitted while they’d eaten their sandwiches that she wasn’t much of an outdoorsy gal. That she’d never been camping or hiked anything more strenuous than Manhattan’s streets. She attended yoga, Pilates and spinning classes, and clearly was physically fit. Still, he was curious to see how she’d react to less-than-stellar accommodations. If she proved a good sport and rolled with the punches, he wondered if he’d leave Peru with his heart still belonging to him. Of course if she turned out to be a whiny complainer…well, best that he found that out sooner rather than later. Before his heart became more involved than it already was.
But his gut told him she’d rise to the occasion. That he’d somehow discovered a buried treasure when he hadn’t even been digging. His life was already getting back into balance, and the trek to Machu Picchu hadn’t even begun. Certainly he was making up for lost time in the sex department. Speaking of which…
He ran his hand down her smooth torso, his fingers brushing over the curls at the apex of her thighs. Kayla made a soft moaning sound and shifted against him, her silky skin touching him from chest to knee. She then turned onto her back, her thighs falling open, an invitation he wasn’t about to ignore.
His fingers glided lower, to lightly caress her soft folds. A long purr rumbled in her throat and she spread her legs wider, lifting her hips into his touch.
Looking down at her, he watched color slowly flush her cheeks, her breaths becoming longer and deeper as her sex grew wet. He slipped a finger inside her and slowly caressed her slick inner walls. She opened her sleep-heavy eyes and their gazes met.
“Good morning,” he said, leaning down to brush his mouth over the soft plumpness of hers.
“It’s definitely off to a good start,” she murmured. Her hand moved down and stroked over his erection. “Hmmm. You seem happy to see me.”
He groaned as her fingers wrapped around him and gently squeezed. “Very happy.”
She turned her head and glanced at the clock, then looked back at him, her green eyes glowing with sensual heat. “You’re an early, um-” she squeezed him again “-riser.”
“We need to shower, dress, get our gear together-which will require a trip to your hotel-and I thought you might like some breakfast before we catch the eight o’clock bus to the tour’s departure site.”