“I know nothing will come of it. He likely hooks up with a different girl in every place he competes. I’m a realist about that kind of thing. I’ve got my career and life plan in mind. In the meantime, I just want to have some fun.”
Whitney reminded her of herself many years ago. And maybe today, too. Victoria had never been serious over a man, never wanted one to interfere with her career. Letting one get in the way of her number-one love—her job—had never been an option. Marriage and kids had never been part of her life plan, and she was perfectly content with that choice.
Which was why someone like Alex was perfect for her.
After dinner the music started up and everyone gathered in a circle near the bonfire to dance. She saw Whitney dancing with Cade. Heather was dancing with some guy, and for once wasn’t watching them.
Alex took her by the hand and they danced together.
“You’ve got some rhythm,” he said.
“Hey, I live in a city with the best nightclubs in the world.”
He laughed. “So, you’re telling me you get out a lot.”
“I get out plenty.”
“Boyfriends in every city?”
“Of course,” she teased with a grin.
“I believe it. A woman as beautiful as you probably leaves them all crying when you dump them.”
Now it was her turn to laugh. “You know it.”
He slipped his arm around her waist and tugged her close. “I like a confident woman.”
“Then you’re really going to like me.”
They swayed together as the music slowed. She liked the feel of his lean, muscled body next to hers, the easy way his hands glided over her. Her pulse picked up and her nipples tightened. And when his erection brushed against her hip, she shuddered in absolute delight.
This was one of the things she loved most about younger men—they got hard fast, they stayed hard, and they could rock her world.
It had been a while since she’d had sex. Work had preoccupied her for a spell, and she needed a release. Alex’s eyes had gone dark, and the way he looked at her promised her she was going to have a very good night.
He pulled away from her. “How about we go up to my place?”
She liked Alex. He was direct, and apparently he didn’t have any problem getting right to the action. And when the only thing on her mind was sex, game-playing could go straight to hell.
“Yes, let’s do that.”
He took her hand and they walked down the beach to the hotel.
She was surprised when they rode the elevator up to one of the penthouse suites, the same floor she was staying on.
“You must have really good sponsorships,” she said as he slid his card key in and opened the door.
He smiled at her and shut the door. “I’ve been waiting all day for this.”
He pushed her against the wall and put his mouth on hers.
In the dark, all she had were her senses. She focused on his lips against hers, his body aligned with hers.
Alex had a great mouth. Passion flared, and as he leaned into her, she swept her hands up his arms, memorizing the feel of his muscles, the softness of his skin surrounding the hardness of his body.
His cock nestled between her legs and a rush of dampness moistened her sex. She arched against him and he cupped her buttocks, drawing her closer. She moaned against his mouth and he rimmed her lips with his tongue, then sucked her bottom lip between his teeth, which only made her moan more.
“I need to come,” she whispered.
“I can take care of that for you.”
She loved how deep his voice had gotten, and how the room was cloaked in darkness. The drapes had been drawn, and even though her eyes had adjusted to the darkness, she still couldn’t see a thing. It thrilled her as he reached behind her to draw the zipper down on her dress and pulled it from her. It fell to the floor and she kicked it aside, then stepped out of her sandals. In one deft move, he unsnapped her bra, freeing her breasts. He filled his hands with them, using his thumbs to tease the crests.
She put her hands over his. “Yes. Touch me. Lick me.”
“Tell me where you want my mouth, Tori.”
“Lick my nipples. Start there. Work your way down.”
Her nipples tingled in anticipation as he kissed the mounds of her breasts, flicking his tongue over one bud, then the other, before capturing a nipple between his lips and taking it into his mouth to suck.
Her legs were trembling and she was glad she had the wall for support. His mouth was hot and wet as he sucked, hard, rolling the nipple with his tongue. He popped it out of his mouth, licked it, then went to the other, tormenting her in the same way before kissing a path down her belly, snaking his hands over her hips, dragging her panties down as he went.
And when he put his mouth on her sex she was nearly ready to explode right there. Getting herself off—which she did regularly—was one thing. Having a man’s mouth on her * was something entirely different. There was nothing like a man giving her pleasure, and Alex knew exactly what to do with his mouth, sliding his tongue expertly over her clit, taking her there fast.