Are You Having Fun?

The breath I took evaporated from my lungs before I could use the oxygen. The next one never reached below my throat. Then I stopped struggling and remained… breathless. His soaking wet hair curled in a mass of unruly dark strands, framing his insanely gorgeous face. These strands had to be somehow programmed to emphasize all the most captivating angles because they made him look twice as alluring. The sun illuminated one half of his face, leaving the other half embraced by a soft shadow. Sweet Jesus… He was the most perfect picture I had ever seen.

I wish I could say that I resisted the urge to look lower, but it was beyond my control. Before I realized it, my eyes carefully scanned his heavenly body, covered by devastatingly lingering drops of water. I swallowed a hysteric chuckle and slowly took in his neck, his broad shoulders, his perfectly muscled arms, his firm pecs, his geometrically crafted abs, his irresistible V-line, his—

"Fuck…" I wasn't sure if the low, strangled half-croak that came out of me expressed the full extent of the awe I felt. Then I began to wonder if his lovers had ever called him Alexander the Great. I bet they did. It was hard not to be impressed, with "hard" being a keyword here since he wasn't.

Alexander the Great cleared his throat, and my eyes flew back to face him. His eyes darkened. A side of his delicious mouth curled upward, painting a savage smirk. I gulped. He stepped forward, and I instinctively stepped back. His eyes zeroed in on me as he slowly prowled forward. He looked like he was going to kill me… or rape me. I would prefer the latter, but I bet he decided on the first option. Those strong arms reached for me, his fingers preparing to catch his prey. Then I remembered he asked me a question, one I should probably answer right now…

"T-the shirt!" I raised the cover in my rattling hand. "I-I washed your shirt! It's clean!" I cried out.

A sliver of amusement brightened his features—a brief one. "How. Did. You. Enter. This. Room?!" The blast of volume at the last note made me flinch.

"Your friend gave me the key card!" I waved the card in my other hand, but I doubted if he believed me.

"Lie." He moved forward. "If any of my friends had done something like that, they would be dead the next morning." His voice sent a chill down my spine, causing my mind to debate whether it made me excited or terrified.

"I swear I'm telling the truth! Why in the world would I lie to you?!" I took another step back, reaching the glass door. My heart stopped.

The naked beast in front of me inched closer, his eyes darkening. "Well, I don't know, to seduce me?"

My mouth opened, but I wasn't even sure how to respond. Me seducing him?! I could barely keep myself together while he had more confidence parading naked than I had ever had in my finest clothing!

Suddenly, the motion sensor slide-opened the doors. Thank God for the automatic doors! I was on the terrace before my brain could fully analyze my decision. There was no time for me to use logic. Nothing in this situation was rational!

I swallowed and continued my frantic explanation. "I wasn't lying! I got the card from Grayson! He's your friend, isn't he?! He told me that you were somewhere doing business! He told me to leave the shirt in your room!" I stepped back again. "And that was what I was about to do! I was going to leave the shirt and disappear!" I threw my hands up in frustration and realized something was wrong. My feet… They were slipping!

"Look out!" he shouted, but it was too late.

My poor sneakers glided along the edge of the pool. I glanced at the shirt cover. Shit! I couldn't let the Egyptian cotton soak in the chlorinated water! Using all the strength my arms could muster, I threw the cover as far away from the pool as possible, sacrificing the rest of my fragile balance…

I was under the water in less than a second, sinking down like a rock. My desperate, uncoordinated movements probably sped up the whole process of going down rather than pulling me up. Air. I needed to breathe. I swayed my feet, trying to fly up mermaid-style, but the muscle spasm in my calf dragged me down again. I was a second away from panicking when a pair of strong arms circled my waist and pulled me above the surface. I pulled in several greedy breaths before I decided to open my eyes.

"That's it. Breathe, Sarah."

I froze… or melted… or both at once. He remembered my name, and my name never sounded more alluring than when he rolled it on his tongue. Panting heavily, I willed myself to process my situation. His one arm was still at my waist. The other docked us at the edge of the pool with an anchor-like grip. His hazel eyes traced my... cleavage?!

"No bra? How daring," he purred—yes, that was a savagely irresistible purr.

I slowly savored every note of his deep sound until the realization came. I looked down at my soaked and now translucent tank top, instantly noticing the darker shade of my pebbled nipples. I swallowed and looked into his eyes, acknowledging something hard rubbing against my lower belly.

"Are you cold?" he asked, a smile dancing in his voice.

Cold?! I was freaking feverish! But since my vocal cords decided to malfunction, I could only shake my head.

His arm around me tightened. "Then you must be a professional seductress—a slightly clumsy one, but charming and irresistible nonetheless."

My mouth turned into the Sahara Desert, and I felt the uncontainable urge to lick my lips. He watched my tongue slide across my lip, his eyes darkening even more.

"So you're here on vacation, Sarah?" The deep, sultry voice resonated through me and concentrated in my lady bits. I nodded, uncertain if I was still breathing.

A spark of teasing flashed in his golden eyes. "Are you having fun here?" He turned us so that my back was leaning against the edge of the pool while his hands coasted at my sides. Before I could realize what I was doing, my hands landed on his broad shoulders and roamed up to circle his neck. He leaned over my ear, his breath caressing my skin. "Do you want me to kiss you?"

He must have burned all my circuits because I nodded again. A heartbeat later, his full lips claimed mine. His tongue entered me with ease, each lush lick sending another shudder through my body. Those strong arms of his slid down to my shorts, grabbing my buttocks and pressing me against him. Instinctively, my legs parted, and I pulled myself up to wrap them around his waist. With the wet fabric of the tank top plastered to my skin, only my shorts and panties formed any kind of barrier against his rigid body, and the need to feel the whole of him grew by the second.

He must have read my mind because his hand grasped the hem of my tank top, and the next thing I knew, he swiftly leaned back and pulled my top over my head. I gasped, earning myself his deep, throaty chuckle. His eyes traveled down to my naked breasts and a wide smile formed.

"Perfect," he murmured, easily lifting me and sitting me on the edge of the pool. I didn't think my mind had fully acknowledged that I was half-naked, nor did it register how in the world I lost the rest of my wet clothing a few heartbeats later. All I knew was that my heart thundered and my body shivered as every inch of me was devoured by the overwhelming want. Shamelessly exposed, I watched him pull himself up from the water with more grace than I could have mustered after a hundred years of ballet training. Before I could catch another breath, I was in his arms, and he carried me inside the suite.

My hands circled his shoulders and neck as I searched for my voice. "Where are you taking me?" I rasped.

A soft smirk formed on his lips, and then he released me, causing my body to fall and gently land on the soft bed mattress. A sliver of awareness triggered a burst of panic. He was naked! I was naked! I was naked in front of the guy I had just met! Searching for any ounce of logic hidden in a cloud of desire, I glanced at the soaked strands of my hair plastered on my neck and shoulders. I needed to stop this. I had to say something—say anything! Finally, I blurted out, "But I'm all wet!"

A full grin appeared. "Good to know."

Heat coursed through my cheeks, covering them with raw flames. "I… meant the water from the pool," I breathed out.

He crawled onto the bed and chuckled. "I'm not sure why it's supposed to be a problem unless you are cold… Are you?"

I shook my head, swallowing. "I'm not… but that's not the problem. I'm not like that…" My hands moved, hectically covering my nudity and refusing to acknowledge that he had more than enough time to see every inch of me.

His brows shot up and brightened his amused expression. "Are you married?"

"No!" I burst out.

"Boyfriend?"

"We…" I cleared my throat. "We broke up."

"Single." That wasn't a question, but I still nodded in answer. A mischievous grin spread across his face. I blinked and suddenly saw him hanging above me, supporting himself on slightly bent, muscular arms. "I'm single too, and you know what? I'm looking at a beautiful woman lying naked in my bed. I want her. I'm going to kiss her, and then I'm going to make her scream as she orgasms. A simple ‘no’ from her will make me stop, but is that what she truly desires?"

My lips parted, but no words came out. My reason had left the scene long ago, leaving my raging hormones in charge. Another heartbeat passed. I welcomed his kiss and honored it with a soft whimper. Then he did what he promised, letting me soar and explode, screaming his name more times than I could count. I barely registered when the night came. The last thing I remembered was falling asleep in his arms…