went back inside and headed for the empty guest room upstairs.
It had been unexpected, she had been unexpected, but he was going to need a hell of a lot more restraint than that over the next few weeks. He was a grown man, for God sake, not an adolescent with his first hard on. Alicia was a sweet temptation, but he knew that regaining his control would be the only way to guarantee her pleasure.
She’d said his name.
He wanted to hear it again. As he stripped and threw off the covers he knew he wouldn’t need, he made a promise to himself. Before Alicia Antonia Bell got in her car and went back to her life in the city, she would know what it was like to scream his name while he was inside her. She would learn to crave his touch and know what it meant to submit to him completely.
He would give the freckle-faced teacher a lesson she would never forget and himself the satisfaction he knew he would find in her body. When she left, he would turn his mind back to the task of settling down. But tonight she was all he could think about.
The morning was too far away.
“Oh, God.” Alicia muttered raggedly, letting the waves of her orgasm ripple through her even as the need for another built inside her. What was wrong with her?
Tracy Reyes. The answer was immediate and set off a new rush of shivering sensation. She’d tried to sleep, tossing and turning for two hours before she’d decided a relaxing soak in the hot tub might help relieve her tension.
All of her tension.
It wouldn’t be the first time. A few days ago she’d discovered, almost by accident, another use for the massaging jets that covered the heated pool. It had been exciting and a little taboo then, experimenting with the different sizes and power levels, but tonight? It was mandatory. She desperately needed relief and her hand wasn’t enough.
His hands… She could still feel his strong fingers on her back and the weight of his hand on her braid. Still smell his clean spice and leather scent all around her. When she wasn’t thinking about what would have happened if he hadn’t said goodnight when he did, she was thinking about the way she’d reacted to him.
Alicia could have been sixteen again, letting her boyfriend stick his hand inside her panties as they made out against the lockers at a school dance. She hadn’t been able to say no to Robbie, despite the danger of being caught or her mother’s lectures about self-respect. There’d been something about him that made her want to be bad. Made her want for the first time.
Tracy Reyes made her want. But there was no comparison. The chemistry she’d experienced in his office crushed the memory of her innocent high school rebellion. It wasn’t just sex, though she couldn’t help but wonder what it would feel like to be with someone that big and muscular. He really was a beautiful beast of a man. But there was something else that drew her to him.
It was the way she’d responded when he’d taken control, massaging her without asking permission, because she needed it. It hadn’t felt invasive or aggressive to Alicia. She’d felt pampered. Cared for. The way he could read her… She had a feeling he would be the same in the bedroom. Devastating. Her previous lovers were considerate, gentle, even skilled, but they didn’t know what she craved.
Would Tracy? Would he be rough in his passion? Forgetting to treat her like a breakable doll and making her feel like a woman instead? Would he grip her wrists the way he had in the living room and hold them over her head so she couldn’t push him away?
Alicia moaned and started to rock against the powerful jet again, feeling the pounding pressure on her clit. She knew he would. A man like that would know exactly what he was doing. Would know what she needed before she did. Would make her do things she never would have dared to before. Make her come so hard…
“ Ahh .” She ducked her head under the water to muffle her cries as her second