Phantom reached out and fumbled in a night stand drawer. “I need to be inside you, teerak. Now.”
“Yes. Please. Come inside me.”
He rose for a moment, and the rip of a package zinged in her ears. Within seconds, he was back on top of her. He entered her in one hot stroke.
Heidi gasped. Though she’d felt him in her mouth, she still wasn’t prepared for his size. But it felt so good. So full, and so fucking good.
“Okay, teerak?”
“God, yes. More than okay. Fuck me. Fuck me hard.”
“Oh, I will, angel. I will.” He pulled out and sank into her again. “You’re so wet. So wet for me.” Thrust. “And so fucking tight.” Thrust. “God, you feel good.”
“Damn. Harder. Harder!”
He pumped his cock into her, stretching her, filling her, until she felt the familiar call of climax. She screamed as her walls clenched around his hardness.
“Come now, teerak,” he commanded. “Now.”
She imploded in a blinding climax that took her deep within herself. Nothing existed except her and Phantom and their joined bodies. Different, so different from her previous orgasms. This one touched her soul.
“Damn, I can feel you coming. God damn!” He thrust into her with one final glorious stroke, and then collapsed on her, his sweat-covered chest sticking to her breasts.
“Stay?” he whispered. “Spend the night with me?”
Oh, she wanted to. But… “I have a big day tomorrow. And I still don’t know your name.”
“I’m sorry. It’s Aran. What’s yours?”
Ah-Rahn. It sounded beautiful. Just like him. She had heard it before somewhere. “I’m Heidi. Heidi Clarke.”
Aran’s muscles stiffened against her. “Heidi? From Glitter Magazine?
“Yes, that’s the one. How did you… Oh, my God.” Heidi pushed him away, scrounging for something to wrap around herself. “My first overseas assignment and this is what I do. I’m fired for sure.”
“Heidi?”
“You’re Aran Narit, aren’t you? The cover model.”
“Yes. And you’re Heidi, my interviewer.”
“Damn.” She stood, angry that she didn’t see anything to cover her naked body, and paced across the floor, looking for a light switch or a lamp. She found one, flicked it on, and took a good look. Yes, it was him all right. “God, I’m so stupid. How could I not have recognized you? I’ve seen your photos. Hell, I helped choose you!”
He smiled, letting out a husky chuckle. “I’m flattered.”
“Flattered, are you? I’m sure you are. Well, you bedded the magazine slut. Another notch on your post. God!” She grabbed a shirt that was strewn across a chair in the corner of the room and wrapped it around her nude body. It smelled like him. Damn. “You had that mask on most of the night. And then, when you finally took it off, it was dark. And your hair. It’s different. In the pictures it’s long and wavy.
“I slicked it back to be the Phantom. After I take a shower it will look as you remember it.” He smiled. “And you are not a slut. You’re beautiful. What we did wasn’t wrong.”
“Sorry. It was wrong. It was completely unprofessional, and I’m embarrassed. And angry.”
“At me?”
“At you. You should have told me who you were. But mostly at myself, for getting into this situation.” She crossed her arms over her chest, mindful that her ass was hanging out beneath the shirt. “I should never have left that hotel room.”
Aran rose and strode toward her. “There’s nothing to worry about, teerak.”
“Stop calling me that.” She fumed, though she couldn’t ignore his honey-bronze perfection, his still hard cock. “What the hell does it mean, anyway?”