The Maverick - By Jan Hudson Page 0,17
at the bank of hotel windows. “And whoever is playing voyeur inside.”
She changed to a fast crawl, and still Griff kept pace. When she reached the edge of the pool, she grabbed on and wiped the water from her face.
“You’re a regular otter,” he said, catching hold with both hands so that she was pinned.
“I love swimming, but I haven’t had much opportunity lately. This is a fantastic pool.”
“You’re welcome to come anytime you’d like.” He moved his face closer to hers, then touched her lips with his.
Desire shot through her. If she’d done what she wanted to, they would probably have drowned. Plus the voyeurs would have had an eyeful.
His tongue played over her lips and the pressure of his mouth deepened. Maybe drowning wasn’t such a bad way to go, and to hell with whoever was watching. Her arms went around his neck, her legs around his waist, and she returned his kiss with all the pent-up passion in her. Warm morphed into scorching until she was sure the water around her boiled.
He groaned and reached for the ties to her bikini top. She clung tighter to him.
“Ahem!” a voice said. “Ahem!”
They both looked up to see a man standing nearby. “I’m sorry, but the pool is closing.”
“But we just got here,” Griff said, his voice hoarse.
“Sorry, sir, but it’s eleven o’clock. Perhaps you would be more comfortable…in your room.” The attendant grinned and winked.
Cass felt herself turn a thousand shades of red. What in the world was she thinking? That was the problem. She hadn’t been thinking. Another couple of minutes and she’d have been stripped in front of God and everybody.
“I could die,” she murmured.
“Don’t do that,” Griff whispered. “I have better things in mind, and I’m not into necrophilia.”
She made sure her bikini top was tied, and hoisted herself from the pool. They quickly rinsed off, toweled themselves dry and donned terry robes. Cass barely had time to step into her slides before Griff grabbed her hand and dragged her inside.
In the empty elevator he took her into his arms again, and she melted like warm chocolate against him. Every cell in her body was on high alert. Her brain was a bowl of tapioca, and she ached with yearning. She’d never felt so out of control. She didn’t care if she barely knew this man; she only cared that she wanted him in the worst way. Longing filled her mind and throbbed in her body. Reason was overwhelmed by primal urges stronger than anything she’d ever experienced before. For once, she didn’t want to think; she wanted to feel. She needed to feel again.
When the bell dinged, Griff seemed to come to his senses enough to exit and pull her after him. He fumbled with the key card until the door opened. Robes and bathing suits went flying, and they barely made it to the couch before Griff was on top of her, kissing, caressing, moaning. She responded to his every move, frantic with desire, urging him to enter.
“Wait, wait!” he said. “Don’t move. I’ll be right back.”
Cass protested, but he jumped over the back of the couch and returned in mere seconds, rolling on a condom. He knelt between her legs, scooped up her bottom and plunged deep inside. She screamed as he entered, and a powerful orgasm racked her immediately. “Oh, hell. Did I hurt you?”
“Not…hardly,” she gasped, as the spasms seemed to go on forever.
“That was something new for me.”
“Thank God.” He gave a second thrust and stiffened with his own release.
In a few moments, he withdrew and repositioned them so he lay on the couch and cuddled her on top of him.
“I can’t believe…” she murmured. “I’m usually not…”
“Not what?”
“So…uh…quick to become aroused and…well, you seem to do strange things to me.”
He squeezed her against him. “I can usually control myself a little better, too. Woman, you turn me on like crazy. I’ve had the hots for you since the first time I laid eyes on you.”
“Really?”
“Really. Do you have to work tomorrow?”
She shook her head.
“Good. We can spend the rest of the night and all day tomorrow taking it a little slower.”
“All night and all day? We’ll be exhausted. Do you think you can last that long?”
He chuckled. “I’d sure as hell like to try.”
Cass took another shower and washed and dried her hair while Griff ordered a bottle of wine and late night snacks.
They drank wine and watched TV and made love again on the couch. Slowly. It