She nodded her head up and down, opening her eyes. “More.”
His gaze darkened, the iron control he was holding over himself evident in the tense set of his jaw as he slid another couple of inches into her. Pure pleasure sliced through her at the incredible feeling of him filling her, but still he held back. She arched her hips in invitation. “Alex,” she murmured. “I’m good.”
A muscle jumped in his jaw. “You sure?”
“Yes.”
His thrust, as he took her completely, stole her breath. Had her digging her nails into the sheets at the feeling of him everywhere inside her, knowing she couldn’t have taken another inch...another centimeter even.
He tightened his hands around her hips, withdrew ever so slowly, then eased into her again, making her feel it all over.
“Theos, Izzie, you feel so good,” he gritted out, taking her again and again until she was half-crazy for him. Built a slow-burning fire he fanned with every rhythmic slide inside her.
“Wrap your legs around me,” he encouraged huskily, her gasp of pleasure as she did so and felt him even deeper echoing throughout the room. And then there was no longer self-control, holding back. Now there was only his fierce, deep strokes as he buried himself inside her, his throaty words of encouragement as she took him deeper and deeper the most potent aphrodisiac. Her gaze met his as he slid his hands out from under her hips and braced them on either side of her, his muscular biceps holding him above her. Higher and higher, watching her the entire time, he took her ever closer to that insanely good release she now knew was right around the corner.
“Hell, Izzie,” he ground out, a sheen of perspiration breaking out on his brow. “I can’t stand this much longer.”
She wrapped her legs tighter around his hips, her gaze locking onto his. “Now, Alex...I’m so close.”
With a muttered curse, he drove into her then, faster, harder, until a burst of pleasure tightened her body around him and send her spiraling off into a wave of sensation that seemed to go on forever. He groaned as she contracted around him, swelled inside of her and found his own release, his hoarse cry the sexiest thing she thought she’d ever heard.
She lay there, his big body on top of her, limbs entangled with hers, their ragged breathing slowing on the night air. And knew that what had just happened was something incredibly unusual—that intense connection that had fueled everything between them today. She wasn’t so naive she didn’t realize that.
“Okay?” Alex lifted himself up on his forearms to study her face.
A smile she couldn’t hide curved her lips. “More than okay.”
“I’d have to agree with that,” he said softly, shifting onto one arm so he could run a finger down her cheek. “That was incredible.”
The heat that bloomed under his fingers must have been visible because he laughed softly and pulled her close. “A little late for shyness, agape. You blew me away.”
Which was such a switch from what her ex had told her afterward. It was like wiping away the past in one fell, satisfying swoop. “The Greek is...very sexy,” she murmured. “I think I’m a sucker for it.”
He threw back his head and laughed. “I fall into it sometimes when I’m passionate about something.” He brushed his thumb across her lower lip in a caress that gave her goose bumps, his voice deepening to a husky whisper. “I would demonstrate more but it’s late and you look exhausted.”
She was exhausted. And although she wanted to stay awake, to enjoy as much of this amazing night with Alex as she could, she didn’t protest when he shifted onto his side and tucked her against his warm, hard frame. Exhaustion overtook her, settling her lashes down on her cheeks.
Her last thought was that this entire day had been meant to happen for a reason. She had been meant to face up to her biggest fear once and for all. Meant to enjoy this one amazing night with this incredible man. The problem was, she thought sleepily, she couldn’t see any other man ever living up to it.
CHAPTER FIVE
“YOU’RE GOING TO love me as usual.”
Alex held his phone to his ear as he eased away from the warmth of Izzie’s body and out of bed, his PA’s comment making him smile. “I already love you for being up at—” he glanced at his watch as he walked out into the living room “—midnight working.”
“You know I’m a control freak,” she returned drily. “The plane and pilot are ready for you.”
“You are amazing.” He ran his fingers through his hair. “Remind me what the red tape is for flying someone else back on the jet...? Gerry just needs to add them to the manifest, right?”
“Yup. And they need their documentation.” Papers rustled in the background. “Oh, and a producer from NYC-TV has been trying to get a hold of you. Is this something about the Messer case?”
He grimaced. “Yes. Tell them I’m in Maui.”
“Is this going to turn into a circus?”
“Very possibly.” But he was going to do his damnedest to shut Frank Messer down before it got to that. “Get some sleep. Come in a bit later if you like.”
She yawned. “As if, with the amount of work on my plate. See you tomorrow.”
He stepped into the shower while Izzie slept, letting the hot sting of the spray ease the tension in his shoulders. As amazing as last night had been, it now seemed like an ill-advised foray into a complication he didn’t need. Every second he spent doing anything other than figuring out how to beat Frank Messer was time he couldn’t afford to lose. He needed to get back to New York, meet with his lawyers and put together a game plan.
He did not need the distraction of Izzie on a transatlantic flight with him. The odds of him keeping his hands off of her were slim to none, and that just couldn’t happen. Last night had been an agreed-upon one-night stand. An opportunity to enjoy each other as two consenting adults.
Also unbelievably hot... The look on Izzie’s face when she’d come apart in his arms on the terrace made his body stir to life under the pounding, hot spray. The extreme pleasure of driving into that tight, welcoming warmth of hers a seriously tempting invitation to put his pilot off a half hour longer and wake her up. But he needed to get out of here, Izzie needed to sleep and she already had a flight booked. The better idea would be to send a car for her and get out.
He shut off the shower, dried himself and slung a towel around his hips. It was better for both of them to end it now. Clean. Neat.
He headed into the bedroom and pulled on a pair of boxers and a T-shirt.
“What time is it?”
A still half-asleep Izzie sat up and rubbed her eyes. A gorgeous Izzie, he might add, her long dark hair falling over her edible shoulders as she struggled to focus. His gaze dropped to her pink-tipped, perfectly shaped breasts where the sheet had slipped and he got hard all over again.
She flushed and dragged the sheet up to her collarbone. “It feels early.”
“It’s five-thirty,” he said briefly, pulling on a pair of jeans. “I have to go, but you should sleep. I’ll send a car for 8:30 to take you to the airport...”
She pushed her hair back, a confused look spreading across her face. “I—er, aren’t we on the same flight?”
He walked over and sat down beside her on the bed. “The jet’s been fixed. I need to get out of here.”