Something twisted in his chest. Tightened and clenched as he watched Carly. She didn’t move, didn’t make a sound. Exhausted, still as a statue, she was open to him in every way. She’d trusted him with her pleasure and given him more than he’d ever asked for by doing so. He’d taken her like an animal, demanded she give him everything and without pause she had. Never before had a woman been so generous. So trusting. She was a treasure to be looked after, to be cherished and he wanted to be the man who took care of her.
And wasn’t he off to a good start? He’d torn the clothes from her body and rutted on her like a wild beast. Saxon closed his eyes and swallowed the lump in his throat. Damn. He’d be lucky if she didn’t quit her job and run for her life when she finally came around. He sighed, breathed deep and got a lung full of the smell of sex. His cock twitched and he marveled at the effect this woman had on him. Even now he could take her again. But he wouldn’t, she needed rest and he needed to clean her up and get her into bed.
Carly couldn’t move, her limbs felt like lead weights and caught in that dream state between wakefulness and sleep, she listened to Saxon shift away. She couldn’t even drum up the energy to worry about how wanton she’d behaved, or how he’d been nothing like she expected. The man had rocked more than her world. He’d shifted the whole damn universe on her. And right now she didn’t care. She’d be happy for him to do it all over again.
Saxon hadn’t moved in a while, the rasp of his breath close by her the only clue he hadn’t gone far. The once choppy, shallow inhalations now a steady even draw. She couldn’t even find the strength to lift her eyelids. It might take her a week to get up off the floor. She’d miss her plane home. Not that she was worried. Who cared about a plane or home when you’d just experienced the most shattering orgasm of your life? Clothes rustled next to her and she really wanted to look at what he was doing but her brain couldn’t get her body to follow any of the instructions she tried to send.
Solid arms slid under her shoulders and knees, scooped her against a naked chest. When had he taken his shirt off? Carly flopped like a rag doll in his arms, secure in the knowledge he wouldn’t drop her. Her head spun as he lifted her off the floor, the quick move swishing the blood still on a hormone high as it rushed through her veins. The rock and roll as he walked farther into the suite soothed her senses and she listened to the beat of his heart beneath her ear.
Murmured words floated over her but she couldn’t get her brain in gear to work them out. It didn’t matter; they flowed across her nerves, eased the frazzled ends and calmed her. Soft bedding connected with the heated skin on her back as he lowered her and the shock of cold sent a shiver shuddering down her spine—goose bumps sprang up in its wake.
“Easy, Carly, I’m just laying you on the bed for a minute.” Saxon ran his hand over her head, brushing the hair from her face before he continued to trail his palm down her neck and over her shoulder.
She almost purred at his light touch, the tingle of desire sparking to life as his fingers grazed the side of her breast. Her nipple puckered and a whimper fell from her lips. Blood pulsed in her clit and the slick folds of her sex slid across each other as she squeezed her thighs together. The buzz of arousal hummed inside her pussy. Muscles, tender from use and want, clamped down, drawing another whimper from her.
Saxon left her then, the brush of his feet on the carpet grew fainter as he walked away. Carly forced her eyes open and searched for him in the dimly lit room. He entered the bathroom but it was on the wrong side of the bed, her head whipped around and her gaze stopped at his suitcases in the corner. They were in his room? She was in his bed? Obviously the hot and heavy session by the front door wasn’t the end of things.
He’d said they had the weekend and they did. They had no reason to go anywhere or do anything. They could spend the entire time in bed. Or against the wall. Or on the floor. Water hit porcelain in the bathroom. Carly’s lips twitched with a smile. Or in the shower. Her gaze moved back to the bathroom door where steam billowed from the opening and floated out into the room to hover near the ceiling. Saxon’s large build filled the doorframe, his nude body concealed from view by the white vapor swirling around him.
She watched as he strode toward her, totally at ease with his nakedness. The cock that had given her so much pleasure bobbed against his stomach, ready to please her again. The tip glistened with a drop of fluid and she licked her lips at the remembered taste of his cum.
Saxon growled. “You have a very naughty mouth. I can see I’m going to have to keep it busy.”