“Hmm?” he played along, his fingers tracing over her bare arm, leaving a path of goose-bumps dotting her skin.
“About this afternoon…” She brushed her foot against his calf, dipping her toes under his pants cuff. “I have a complaint…”
His eyes not leaving hers, he stood, lifting her to her feet along with him as if she weighed nothing. “Let’s go.”
She glanced around at the reception still in full swing, despite the bride and groom having left earlier for a surprise destination. “Don’t we need to say good night or something?”
“Good night or something,” Vale mocked, clasping her hand tighter. He walked up the steps that led to the patio and pool, not stopping until they were in the house, up the stairs, and in his room.
CHAPTER EIGHT
“NOW, tell me about that complaint.” Vale shut his bedroom door, locked it, and turned to the woman who was driving him crazy.
Crazy with lust.
He wanted her again.
As much as he had this evening.
As if he hadn’t already had her rough and ready against his bedroom wall. Just the memory had him groaning with desire, groaning with need to plunge inside her again, over and over as deep as he’d go until he spilt himself deep in her belly.
That thought had him pulling his wallet from his tuxedo jacket, removing a foil packet and tossing it onto the nightstand. There was a box in his shaving kit but that would require a trip into the bathroom. A trip he’d make later because once more wasn’t going to be enough.
He hadn’t stopped wanting Faith. Another first for him. Never had he not been satiated with sex. Never had he been left wanting round two before they’d even made it out of the bedroom after round one. If not for his love for his cousin, he’d never have left his suite. Not for the rest of the weekend.
He wanted round two with Faith now.
If he wasn’t careful, he’d lose control again. No, he wouldn’t. He refused to hurt her again. He’d make love to her, gently, relishing her body and teasing her senses to highs so grand she’d think she’d left earth.
“Vale?” She took a step backward, but her eyes danced with mischief, danced with excitement at their flirtatious play. “You’re making me nervous.”
He took a menacing step toward her. “You’ll like it better.”
“Promise?” A smile curved her full lips, lit her eyes, sucker-punched him in the gut.
How was it
possible to want her so much?
“Oh, yes.” He advanced on her, closing the gap she’d created between them. “I promise you’ll like what I’m going to do to you. You’re going to like it a lot and beg for more.”
Vale set about making his point, proving that he was a man of his word.
By her whimpers of pleasure he would say he was right. Faith enjoyed every single touch, kiss, lick, suck, thrust.
She moaned her delight, matched his passion, tested his willpower beyond what he thought he could endure. Somehow he managed not to lose his control, not like he had that first time, never like that again, not until she’d thrown back her head, arched off the bed, and screamed his name.
Then he allowed himself to let go, to lose himself inside the sweet escape she so generously offered.
Faith was in no rush to leave Cape May. Maybe she wanted to stay for ever, just stay wrapped in the exquisite cocoon of Vale’s undivided attention.
Unfortunately Sunday morning arrived all too quickly. She and Vale were sitting on his private balcony, having breakfast that had appeared while she had been in the shower, letting the hot water ease the subtle aches in her muscles. She stared out at the ocean waves.
Cape May was a place of magic. No, the amazing man sitting across from her was the real magic.
“Could we walk on the beach before leaving?” she asked, wanting to prolong the fantasy as long as she could. She didn’t need him to spell it out for her to know that everything would change once they were back in New York.
Vale would be back in his zone, would have the world at his fingertips. She’d go back to being his neurologist in the operating room, jumping to his every command.