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“So wet for me,” he murmured as he stroked her. She moaned, arching her hips up to him. He slipped a finger inside her, then two. She moaned, unable to do anything except move with him. She felt herself tense as he slid a third finger inside her, stretching her.

“Give yourself to me,” he spoke to her breast before his mouth closed around it again. He slid his fingers deeper and a touched a place she didn't know was there.

“Ooh,” was all she managed as she floated away, hips bucking wildly as the he sent waves of  pleasure coursing through her.. When she finally came back to earth, he was smiling down at her. 

“Maybe I was right. Maybe that was all we needed to do.”

“What kind of Bigshot are you?” she asked. “Thinking you can get away with that when you've got this hidden away?” She slipped her hand inside his boxers and closed her fingers around his hot, hard shaft. She enjoyed the surprise in his eyes. Two could play at this commanding, she decided.

“Take them off, Mr. Bigshot, we're not done here.”

He smiled, but didn't move. He obviously wasn't used to being told what to do. She stood up and took off her panties then, surprised at herself she ran her fingers over her breasts and slowly down over her stomach till she was touching herself.

“If you want this, and don't pretend you don't, you're going to have to take them off for me. He took off his shorts and reached for the condom that he'd placed on the nightstand. Holly swallowed as she watched him roll it on. He was obviously ready for her. His speed surprised her as he stood up and grabbed her. Standing behind her, he turned her to face the mirror. Meeting her eyes as he looked over her shoulder, he closed one hand around her breast and slowly walked the other down over her stomach until his fingers disappeared between her legs. She moaned and leaned back against him.

“So, you want me?” he murmured into her neck.

She nodded, completely aroused, watching his hands caress her in the mirror.

“Tell me.”

“I want you Pete. I want to give myself to you.”

He spun her around and walked her back to the bed. She didn't quite know how she found herself looking up into his eyes, but suddenly he was on top of her, her legs spread wide. He was holding his weight off her, but she knew she was only seconds away from what she'd been wanting since the moment she met him.

“Please, Pete. I want you.”

He thrust his hips and plunged deep. He felt so good. His hot body covering hers, his thick hard shaft filling her, deep and fast. She felt her inner muscles tighten when he found her eyes.

“Kiss me.”

She obeyed, bringing her arms up around his neck and opening her lips to him. As his mouth covered hers, his tongue mirrored the movements of his body, hot and demanding. As before, she felt he was invading her entire being. She was giving him all that she was and he was taking it, owning her. As he took her to the point of no return, the heat he radiated ignited a spark in her belly that exploded into a raging fire as he reached his own climax, thrusting deep as he throbbed inside her. She came undone, moaning his name as he carried her along with the power of his orgasm.

She lay breathing hard, his head on her shoulder, still filling her. That was incredible! She would never claim to be inexperienced in the bedroom – or out of it for that matter, but sweet lord above. That was mind blowing! He lifted his head, she couldn't make out the look in his eyes as they burned into her own.

“Wow!” Was all he said as he rolled to the side and wrapped her in his arms. Holly pressed closer, drawn to his warmth, needing to be close to him. They lay that way for a long quiet time. He held her tight and stroked her hair, planted kisses on her forehead, her eyelids, her nose, then found her lips again in a deep gentle exploration. She clung to him, wanting to savor every moment of their one night, wishing it could last. Knowing that when tomorrow came it would all be over. She wondered how she would stand to be around him over the next few months and not want to take off all her clothes and give herself to him every time she saw him.

He got up and disappeared into the bathroom then returned, smiling down at her. “Time to clean up.” 

How very unromantic, she thought as she nodded.

He slapped her backside and grinned. “Come on then.”

She'd thought he'd meant clean himself up, but he pulled her to her feet and into the bathroom. He opened the shower door, turned on the water, then stepped inside, beckoning with his finger for her to follow. She stepped inside and he closed the door behind her. She leaned against the wall and he stood over her, bracing his hands above her head. She watched the water run down over his broad shoulders and felt it run over her sensitized breasts. She realized that he'd pinned her down with his eyes again. Even if he moved his big body out of the way, there was no chance she'd ever be able to move away from him while he was looking at her like that.

“You seem to like getting me wet.” She'd meant to break the spell, but her choice of words only intensified it. His eyes were violet again, she followed his gaze and watched her nipples harden, his eyes just as capable of touching her as his hands and his mouth.

“I love getting you wet.” He stroked her inner thigh, working his way up until he found how wet she really was. He looked down, “See what you do to me?” Holly was shocked to see how hard he was again.

“Hold that thought.” He stepped out of the shower and returned moments later with a fresh condom stretched over him. Pete couldn't believe how quickly he was ready to take her again, but something about this woman made him want her in a way he wasn't used to. He didn't want to take it, he wanted her to offer it, willingly. As she had said in the restaurant. 'Any way you want', the words echoed in his mind.

He sat back against the stone bench that formed one wall of the shower, drawing her to him so that she straddled him as she stood before him, water running down over her. He squeezed some soap into his hands and soaped her all over, concentrating on her breasts and that great little ass, gently teasing between her legs. When she let her head fall back, he lifted her so she was kneeling on the bench, facing him, breasts at mouth level. He nipped and sucked while she moaned, then he let her slide down until her legs were spread, her opening just above his throbbing cock. He held her eyes as she lowered herself to receive him. At this angle he was even deeper inside her. Her eyes told him how good it felt as she moaned with each thrust. She bucked her hips as she rode him desperately, her wetness clenching around him, taking him close the edge. He leaned back so he was supporting all her weight, deepening their connection. He grasped her ass and pulled her down to receive his thrusts, knowing he was reaching that spot inside her. He felt her begin to tighten around him. He let himself go, feeling the blood surge in his veins, taking her with him as they came together, wet bodies heaving as one, waves of pleasure sweeping through them.

As he regained his senses, he held her close, feeling her heart pound in her chest as her lithe body pressed against his, warm water still running over them. If this was supposed to be getting her out of his system, it wasn't working. He was already dreaming up all the ways he wanted her, and it would take a hell of a lot longer than this one night to get through them all. She lifted herself off him and stood, letting the water run over her. She was so damned hot! He felt himself begin to stir again, what the...? But he didn't want more sex, not yet. He just wanted to hold her, be close to her, to learn the contours of her body. He stepped out of the shower and when she followed, he folded her into a towel and began to dry her. Her eyes were full of questions, but she didn't speak as he gently worked the towel over her, not caring that he himself was still naked and dripping. Once he'd finished, he wrapped a fresh towel around her and quickly dried himself off, tying the towel around his waist. She sat on the bed and smiled at him, still silent.

“Would madam care for a glass of wine?” he asked.

She raised an eyebrow. “And where would we get one of those? It must be past midnight.”

He rummaged in his bag and pulled out a bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon, then found his keys which had a Swiss army type key ring, complete with corkscrew.

Her eyes held amusement and something else, he wasn't quite sure what, as she said, “You really do have everything covered don't you, Bigshot?”

“I try,” he grinned. “It's good to plan for every eventuality. I don't carry wine glasses, but if you're happy to drink from plastic cups then we're good to go.”

The sound of her laughter did something to him that he couldn't quite put a finger on.

Once they had their wine, he sat on the bed, leaning back against the wall and patted his lap. “Want the best seat in the house?”

She walked over and sat between his legs. He curled an arm around her waist as she leaned back against him. He nuzzled his lips to her neck and felt her body tremor.

“You've got until morning to stop that,” she laughed.

“But you said I could have you any way I wanted, and we've only just gotten started.” He tightened his arm around her waist, surprised by how much he hated the thought of letting her go. He ran his hand up her thigh and slipped his fingers between her legs, caressing her nub as he whispered in her ear, “Don't try telling me you don't want more.”

“I... I… Ohhh…”

Pete smiled to himself as her words melted into a moan of pleasure. Using both hands now, he slid two fingers into her wetness while he continued to work the little nub that was giving her so much pleasure. As he felt her begin to tense, he kissed her neck and whispered, “Come for me, Holly.”

And she did. She leaned back into him, moving her hips in time with his fingers, moaning and writhing. Once she lay still, he pressed his lips into her hair.

“So, you're not going to tell me I have to stop that in the morning?”

He was surprised when she turned her head and held his eyes.

“'Fraid so, Mr. Bigshot. Even you can't have everything you want.”

Pete stared at her. “Seriously?”

She smiled, “Seriously. We've done what we needed to do here. Dealt with the inevitable. Now we can move on.”

Pete was stunned. “So this is it? You're just going to use me for this one night, then cast me aside?” He tried to say it jokingly, but it was how he felt and he didn't like it.

Holly laughed. “We're both grownups, Pete. We wanted each other. We got what we wanted. We'd be crazy to complicate things by trying to pretend it's anything else.”

Pete took a sharp breath. “I guess you're right.” He wasn't used to this, he was used to women wanting more from him, wanting his time, wanting his attention. Hell, wanting more sex. He knew how to please them! Now he was wanting more from Holly and
she
wasn't interested. Hell, she was right, what was he thinking? He'd be crazy to pretend it was anything else. She was hot, that was all. He didn't have room for a woman in his life anyway, she was doing him a favor by reminding him he didn't need to complicate matters.

She wriggled around so she was facing him, straddling him. She dropped her head down, bringing her sweet tasting lips to his. He tangled his fists in her hair, pressing her to him as he explored her mouth. When they came up for air, her amber eyes shone down at him.

“I didn't say we're done here, did I? I just said we've only got until morning, so we'd better make the most of it.”

Pete sure wasn't going to argue with that. He rolled them over so she was underneath him and set about making sure that if this was to be their only night together, it would be one she'd never forget.

Chapter Four

Holly lay awake watching the sky slowly fade from dark to gray. Pete slept on beside her, his face relaxed, his arm flung above his head, his features still intense and achingly beautiful, with long lashes closed over his piercing blue eyes. What the hell had she been thinking? Insisting that this was a one off, not to be repeated night? She wanted this man more than she wanted her next breath. But that was the point, wasn't it? The more of him she got, the more she wanted. She could so easily become addicted to the feel of his arms around her, the taste of his lips, his deep laugh and easy smile, the heat between her legs when he so much as looked at her. Oh yes, she could so easily become addicted. But she knew it could never go anywhere. He was out of her league. Sure, physically they connected perfectly. But socially and financially they were from different worlds. She knew that as she would begin to want more and more from Pete, he would want less and less from her. She was a realist if nothing else. Although they'd started out hot and heavy, when the novelty of the sex wore off, Pete would see that there were so many other ways in which they really weren't compatible and would lose interest. This way was best, even though it didn't feel like it.

She looked at his sleeping face, trying to imprint it onto her memory. She ran her hands across his hard chest, wanting some more of him before this little bubble they had created had to burst and they returned to the real world. He opened his eyes and a smile spread across his face. Catching her hand, he drew it beneath the covers and she felt how hot and hard he was.

“I was dreaming about you. Look what you've done to me again.” His voice was deep and gravelly, still full of sleep. His smile was sexy as sin as he closed her hand around him and began to move his hips slowly. “Since you caused this, do you think you could help me find somewhere to put it? Somewhere wet and warm?”

Holly gasped as his hand slipped between her legs. Holding her eyes, he slipped a finger inside her.

“Somewhere like this?”

She nodded dumbly, eyes still locked with his as he withdrew his hand. He pulled her on top of him. He held her hips and looked at her legs, spread ready for him to plunge into her. She tried to lower herself, wanting to feel him inside, but he held her up. She questioned him with her eyes.

“Touch us first.” He again brought her hand to close around him and began to move it in long slow strokes. “Touch yourself too, Holly. Let me watch you.”