Compromised in Paradise (Compromise Me 3)

“You left more than one.” She leaned back in the seat and curled her hands around the edge. “It feels good when you do that.”

“I’ll have to keep doing it, then.” He swept his fingers over the tender spot again. “Where else?”

It took a second to find her voice. “Um…different places.” She kicked off her flip-flops, scooted to the edge of her seat, and propped her bare feet on the dash. His hand coasted along the slope of her thigh and under the frayed edge of her shorts. Melting heat he seemed to be able to summon from her at will seeped lower to welcome him.

“Anywhere else that needs my attention? I know I spent some time right here.” Long, deft fingers pushed into her center, setting off little aftershocks. “And here…” Those fingers drifted to the back of her sex. All the blood flowed there in response, engorging the susceptible area. She closed her eyes and shivered at the memory of his mouth on that very spot. Lips sucking. Teeth raking. “I loved it,” he added softly.

Everything inside her shook, including her voice when she replied, “I loved it, too.” He had her. So easily. Just a touch and she drenched her cutoffs. She’d ditched her wet bikini before they’d started the drive back to the hotel, and now she wished she had the extra layer to buffer her body’s reaction to him.

“And here.” Two fingers moved boldly on.

She dug her heels into the dash.

“I love touching you here. Do you like it?”

His concern, or the gentle pressure of his fingers, finessed more heat from her body. She pulled away to catch her breath. “I don’t know.” Lie. “That’s new.” Truth. “I might.” Truth. She inched her way back to his hand and settled there as best she could with her nerves aflame.

“This is where I’m going to fill you next. I’ll go slow. So slow and careful you’ll forget you’re not sure you like it.” He circled and pressed.

Good lord, she felt it already. Her shorts were wet, her body twitchy. She wanted…no…she needed him. How didn’t matter. She sucked her upper lip into her mouth and tasted sweat. Somehow, she managed to nod.

“I’ll lavish you with lube, so you won’t just feel it, you’ll hear it.”

She closed her eyes and tried to picture him doing it. “What does this look like?”

“Any way you want. I’ll lie you on your back, legs over my shoulder like earlier, or put you on your knees, so you can pray into the pillow every time I introduce another finger. Under her shorts, he rimmed her with a second finger.

Another minute of this and she’d slide right off the seat. “How many fingers will you use?”

“As many as that virgin ass can take, Czarina. But I’m going to make you ask for them. Three is the magic number. If you master two and ask for more, you get my cock.” A third fingertip teased the entrance. “Think you’ll get there?”

“I-I don’t know.”

He withdrew his hand. She opened her eyes, surprised to find them already at the turnoff for the hotel. When he finished the turn, he said, “I’ll get you there. You’re wet just thinking about it. But you know why I’m so sure?”

She shook her head.

“You love an adventure. Challenge excites you. I know you, Czarina. Body and mind. I’ve memorized everything that makes you sigh or gasp. Everything that makes you tremble and come. I’ve watched closely.”

He paused and staggered her with a look so honest she lost her breath. It was on the tip of her tongue to ask why, but though her throat worked, she couldn’t force the word out.

The Jeep pulled to a stop at the front of the hotel. He killed the engine and leaned close to her. “And I promise you something.” His lips brushed the shell of her ear. His words raised tiny hairs inside. “I’ll make it so good for you, you’ll beg for more.” Then he drew away, raised his eyebrows, and gave her the exact same look as the night they met.

Want to?

From inside her bag, her phone pinged. The message won today’s prize for “Text most likely to be ignored.”

His smile had her tugging her shorts to adjust them.

The valet appeared and exchanged ticket for keys. A bellboy retrieved her shopping bags. Then Rider was beside her, helping her from the passenger seat and murmuring in her ear. “You lead, Czarina. While everyone’s checking you out, I might have a shot at making it through the lobby without anybody noticing I’ve got a king palm in my trunks.”

Yes, he did. She hefted her tote bag, took a stabilizing breath, and walked through the glass doors ahead of him. Cool, temperature-controlled air greeted her, along with an overly cheerful and somewhat relieved, “Hooooneyyyy!”

Chapter Eleven

The czarina whispered, “Fuck me,” and screeched to a halt so abruptly he accidentally stumbled into her. His dick bounced off her ass, and his eyes nearly rolled to the back of his head. The impact also knocked her phone out of her bag. It landed on the marble floor with a thud. From the corner of his eye, he saw a tall, blonde woman in head-to-toe white peel away from the registration desk and swoop toward Arden with her arms outstretched.

He snagged the phone from the floor and handed it to her.