finding her sensitive bud and sucking on it until her knees gave way and she finally did as he asked and gripped the couch.
He hooked one of her legs over his shoulder, opening her even more, and kissed the inside of her thigh, keeping his fingers deep inside her, and thrusting slowly. Her eyes were closed and her mouth open.
Abandon . That was what he wanted.
Alex attacked her again with his tongue, and when one of her hands threaded into his hair, pushing him harder against her, he increased the pressure. She clenched around him, shuddering.
Julianna called his name as she came, writhing against the furniture and his mouth and all the constraints she’d placed on herself.
In the fog of her orgasm, he scooped her up and carried her into the bedroom. So much for his plans of naked midnight swims. There would be other nights. But he needed to be inside her. Everything in him begged for the feel of her sheathed around him again.
When he laid her out on the exquisite dark comforter, she reached for him, drawing him down on top of her body.
He drove his cock into her, again and again, never quite getting close enough, even when he came into her, with her legs wrapped around his hips and her arms clutched around his neck. Alex couldn’t get close enough.
The words of the mate bond were on his lips as he collapsed against her, panting.
Alex held the spell inside, resisting the magick. He wasn’t about to bond with an unsuspecting human, but he couldn’t deny it any longer.
He wanted to keep her.
Chapter Six
A lex woke from a strange dream , tangled in covers, reaching for Julianna. The bed was gargantuan and the draped canopy above made him feel like he was still dreaming. This kind of luxury hardly felt real for him.
She wasn’t in the bed, and he propped himself up to look around the room. The lights were low, but on. He remembered turning them off before sleep took him, curling her into his body in the dark.
The other side of the bedroom opened into a giant bathroom. Marble tub and sinks, lots of mirrors. He hadn’t noticed much when he’d thrown her down on the bed, except her gorgeous naked body and how much he’d wanted to fuck her. But the room was a little mind-boggling. Everything was made in the most expensive finish he could think of, and the dark bronzes and golds felt like money.
“Julianna,” he called out, but the room was empty. Alex could vaguely smell the scent of soap. Perhaps she’d already showered.
He climbed out of the bed and turned in a circle. The room was completely empty. Of anything that didn’t appear to belong to the hotel. He padded over to the closet and walked in. Also empty. Except for a small, unfamiliar suitcase, and then his own overnight bag.
Where were all her clothes, and her personal things? He knew, from Maggie’s research, that she lived at the hotel. Alex kept walking through the room until he saw the pool table, then the chaise lounge.
No other bedrooms. What the hell? Where was her stuff?
“Julianna?” he called again and kept walking. The table had been cleared and the cart that Niko had brought was gone. His clothes were folded neatly on the empty table and a white piece of paper lay on top of them.
Alex pulled on his boxers and read the note, in swirly cursive.
Please avail yourself of anything you’d like in the suite. There’s a small sauna off the bedroom, plus the pool outside, billiards table, television. Order whatever you’d like from room service. I will return for dinner.
Then, on a separate line, less swirly, she’d written, Thank you for last night , and signed it simply - J .
Her clothes were nowhere to be found. Alex distinctly remembered stripping them from her body like unpeeling a banana, and leaving them on the ground. He glanced around for a clock.
10:22.
Holy shit. He hadn’t slept this late since…had he ever ? Alex jogged back to the closet, digging in his pants for his phone.
There were fifteen texts from Maggie,
A Family For Carter Jones
P. Dotson, Latarsha Banks