She leaned up to his ear. “I’m going to suck you before this is over,” she whispered, and dipped the tip of her tongue briefly against the soft shell. “So don’t spend yourself too soon.”

He seemed at a loss for a moment, groaning and leaning his forehead against hers when she lay back down. “Now,” he growled. “I’d love you to suck me now. Will you?” When she nodded, he pulled out of her and she gasped at the sudden loss, the emptiness he left behind.

Oh, God, she couldn’t wait to get her lips around him. He had hardly reclined against the mountain of pillows when she grasped his hips and licked up the length of him, tasting a concentration of her juices and his delectable flesh. He groaned, reaching down to wrap her hair in his fist. He was…oh, too gorgeous for words. She curled her hand around the base of his cock, nestling it against the pitch black nest of hair, and leaned forward to swirl her tongue around the head, getting a jolt of saltiness when she swept over the milky drop beading at the slit. She would coax more of that from him, she vowed.

Her tongue prowled the length and girth of him while he groaned and clutched the bedsheet in one hand and her hair in the other. Finally, with slowness meant to agonize him, she slid her lips over him and drew in all she could, raising her hand up his shaft to meet her lips. He touched the back of her throat and she softened her muscles there because it wasn’t enough, she wanted more.

“Christ you’re beautiful,” she heard him whisper, and glanced up to see that he was watching through half-closed eyes as she swallowed him and withdrew, again and again. She imagined what she must look like to him, her hair wild from sleep and sex cascading over his hips and thighs, her lips pink and swollen from friction wrapped around his cock. She felt beautiful in that moment. For the first time in…years.

He moaned her name and turned his face up, closing his eyes. His fist tightened in her hair as he began rocking his hips to her rhythm, and she lowered her hand to his sac. His puckered flesh practically writhed beneath her touch as she gently squeezed and fondled it. She drew him harder into her mouth, sucking him tight against her tongue. He kept raising and lowering the knee she wasn’t draped across, as if he couldn’t lie still with her working him.

“Honey, I’m gonna come…” He released her hair and grasped the sheet. She wondered if he thought she might pull back. Silly boy. What insane woman hadn’t wanted to savor every last morsel of him?

His hips jerked and his body pulled taut when the first taste of him flooded her mouth, and she didn’t let up, sucking every precious drop and groaning when her pu**y clenched as if lamenting that her mouth was having all the fun. He grasped her hair again, his groans a mingling of endearments and pleasure curses.

Finally he collapsed, spent. She eased her mouth from him and crawled up his body to lie against him. His arms came around her, tenderly pulling her close as his breathing stabilized.

“My God, I think you’ve performed an exorcism,” she whispered after a few silent moments. He kissed her forehead, and she smiled, dragging a hand over her face because it was numb. And she needed to make sure it was still there, and that he hadn’t caused her to have a stroke.

“I’m in serious danger of keeping you here and not showing you one more inch of Hawaii outside of this bedroom,” he said. “But I guess I can’t do that in good conscience.”

It sounded fine to her, actually.

“Plus,” he went on, his voice rumbling in his chest against her ear, “I need my protein or else I’m not gonna be able to keep up with you for the rest of the week. Are you hungry?”

“Famished.” Her stomach growled even as she said it.

“That’s good to hear,” he murmured, smiling beneath the kiss he gave her. “I’ll call room service in a second. When I can drag my wasted ass out of bed.”

Apparently her brain was slower from lack of nourishment, or all the face-numbing sex, because it took a moment to register what he’d said just a minute ago. For the rest of the week.

If she had considered this a one-time thing, she’d been seriously fooling herself. This was exactly what she’d been afraid of. She hadn’t wanted to let herself fall. And if Evan Ross f**ked her literally senseless for the next four days like he had last night, she didn’t see any way out of it.

Getting him out of my system, she thought. We’ll aim for Option Four now. I finally got my chance and that’s all I’m doing. We’ll go back home and everything will be…

Certainly not normal. That was for sure. Her options were dropping like flies.

Oh, God, her job. Evan’s trial next week was against her boss, and Jack would need her at court. How in the blue hell was she going to get through that? After a moment, she put that question to Evan, and damn him, he laughed low down and dirty.

“I’ll tell you how,” he murmured against her ear, sending gooseflesh marching down her arms in waves. “You’re not going to wear panties under your skirt. You’re going to watch me shred your boss on the floor knowing as soon as we recess for lunch, I’m going to sneak you into my office, bend you over my desk, push up your skirt and f**k your sweet pu**y until you can’t stand up. I won’t let you come until I’m ready for you to.”

She struggled to keep him from rendering her mindless. “I’ll make you work for it, Mr. Ross.”

“Oh, I will. And then you’ll go back and do your job trying to defeat me, all flushed and glowing like you are now. I’ll love watching you, remembering all the dirty things I just got your pretty mouth to say to me. Knowing that you’re still wet from me and that you’re still feeling me move inside you. And they’ll have no idea about us…unless you want them to.”

Jesus. It was too late—she loved this man. Waking up beside him in the morning, drinking coffee with him, making love to him. The past few days had done nothing but fill in the gaps of her fantasies. The real Evan had a mile and then some on her make-believe Evan. Oh, God, she was in trouble.

Chapter Seven

Evan hadn’t been joking. He could’ve stayed in bed with her all day. But she’d told him a week or so ago that she wanted to go on a dolphin tour, and their reservation was for this morning. So dolphins she would have.

He had breakfast sent up while she was in the shower, feeling like a cad that he hadn’t fed her last night. Food had been the absolute last thing on his mind. She’d turned him into an animal.

When he heard the bathroom door open, he was busy picking up their still-damp clothes from the bedroom floor. “Hey, breakfast is in the liv—”

His voice gave out because he’d looked up as she emerged. It was still a shock to see her utterly naked. She walked over to the closet to survey her clothes, her long black hair spilling down her tanned back. Breath, heart, life itself…seemed to just stop. No, he didn’t know if he could ever get used to seeing her like this. But he damn sure liked it.

She seemed to sense his distress and cast a white smile over her delicately curved shoulder. “Okay?”

“Better than.” He swallowed.

Her giggle was girlish and she turned back to her task. “Hmm, what to wear?”

“Something I can rip off you with ease.”