Clearing my throat, I moved my hand away from his to help me think. I took a long sip of my drink as my heart raced in my chest over what I was about to do. “That could be fun.”
“I was planning to visit the Makapu’u Point Lighthouse tomorrow morning. Would you care to join me for breakfast and then go together?”
Before I could talk myself out of all the reasons why it was a terrible idea, my mouth decided for me. “That would be nice, if it isn’t too much trouble.”
“It’s no trouble at all,” he said with a pleased smile.
That traitorous asshole who lurked in my inner darkness whispered it hoped it led to sexy trouble. I swallowed more of my drink to drown it out. A complicated entanglement was the last thing I needed right now.
But he’ssofucking pretty…
* * *
My mindand dick waged a vicious war against each other over what to do about Armand. The lower half of me was adamant that pleasure was pleasure and insisted I should invite him to my room. My buzzkill brain contradicted that argument by reminding me that he wasn’t a woman, which meant he was off-limits. I shouldn’t find him so delightfully charming and gorgeous. And Iabsolutelywasn’t supposed to want his lips to cover mine as he helped me learn new things about myself. Nothing good could come from those thoughts.But coming would feel so good.
I blamed my unruly horniness on being single for too long and the two delicious sparkling blue Hawaiian drinks. It provided a solid excuse for why breathing in his masculine scent as I stood next to him in the elevator left me trembling with desire. Every muscle in my body tensed in anticipation as we neared his floor, wondering what would happen. Idefinitelywasn’t rooting for him to rock my world with a heated kiss. It would be inappropriate to wish he would hit the emergency stop button so we could act out Rune Tourneau’s infamous sex-in-an-elevator fragrance commercial. Nope, I didn’t want that at all.Except I kind of do…
“I hope you enjoyed tonight as much as I did,” he said in his smooth French accent that turned my insides into mush. “I’m looking forward to having fun together tomorrow.”
Since I didn’t trust my voice, I responded with a silent nod.
“Bonne nuit, Zio.” He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss on each of my flushed cheeks. It gifted me with a concentrated hit of his leather-and-spice cologne, flooding me with an unsettling urge to be held down by him. “Fais de beaux rêves.”
I had no idea what his words meant since I only knew a few words and phrases in French, but hearing him speaking his native language that close to my sensitive ears equaled an instant erection that I prayed he wouldn’t notice. Or maybe I hoped he would. I was so fucked-up, I didn’t know what I wanted.
Liar. You want him to make you come.
I swallowed hard as I looked up at him with wide eyes. His small smirk made my arousal twitch in the confines of my jeans. How was I supposed to spend all day with him tomorrow when he kept lighting my insides up like a Fourth of July fireworks finale and leaving me with a stiff flagpole in my pants? I gave it my most heroic effort to speak so he wouldn’t think I was a complete weirdo. “Night.” Well, one word was better than no words. And at least I hadn’t stuttered. That had to count for something, right?
With a final flirty smile, Armand exited the elevator on his floor. But even after he left, I could still smell the lingering trace of his cologne that continued working me up into a tizzy. Some of my ex-girlfriends had worn lovely perfumes, but nothing could compare to the way his seemed to caress me from the inside.
I had to readjust myself before I walked off the elevator. My hand shook as I swiped the key card over the reader and let myself into my room. While I was used to nice accommodations, thanks to my older brother’s elite membership status, the corner suite was grand on an epic scale that stunned me. Floor-to-ceiling windows provided a panoramic view of the ocean, which stretched out like an expansive universe from my high vantage point on the twenty-sixth penthouse level. The furnishings were modern and monochromatic, with no expense spared. Instead of carpet, the floors in the bedroom were heated marble, with the king-size bed on a raised platform that had a glowing light under it. An enormous chandelier hung from the center of the tray ceiling with a warm glow of recessed lighting.
One of the walls of windows opened to a massive glass balcony with chaise lounges and chairs to enjoy the view. I stepped outside to clear my head after such a strange turn of events.
Leaning against the banister, I focused on the sound of the ocean waves lapping at the shore, finding peace in the calming noise. It was dark out, but the moonlight playing on the water was a thing of true beauty.
Just like Armand.
I dropped onto a chaise with a pained groan as I hid my face in my hands. What was wrong with me? Why couldn’t I make myself stop thinking about him? I was flattering myself if I thought he’d be interested in me. People as beautiful as him could have anyone they wanted. I was cute but notthatcute. Yet, he had chosen me instead of the handsome guy at the end of the bar. I wouldn’t have picked me over him. So why did Armand?And why won’t my fucking hard-on go away?
Probably because a lingering hint of his cologne remained on my hand from when he had held it earlier. I breathed deep, the tantalizing scent stoking my arousal into a five-alarm roaring blaze that demanded I do something about my situation. I tried to ignore my craving, but it was a forest fire raging out of control in a dry summer. If I was smart, I’d go take a freezing cold shower and sleep off my weird night. But I was burning up inside, and taking off my hoodie didn’t help at all. There was only one thing that would make it stop.
Don’t do it. You shouldn’t do this. You’re going to regret doing this. Don’t—fuck it, too late.
Since I was on the top floor with no other buildings around to impede my view, I caved to my basest instincts. I stretched out on the chaise lounge, resting against the propped-up pillows as I made myself comfortable. My hands trembled as I reached down to free my hardness that refused to give me a moment’s peace until I dealt with it.
I stroked myself with my left hand, but my plan to mindlessly jerk off was foiled by a fantasy I couldn’t resist.
Armand pinned me against the elevator wall, tilting my head to lick up the curve of my neck. He murmured something in French by my ear before tugging on my lobe. My hands reached out to steady myself by holding onto his broad shoulders.
He rewarded me with the barest brush of his lips against mine. The dam of my reservations burst inside me, driving me to lean forward and demand more. I could feel his smirk as he teased me with me soft kisses.
Pulling myself out of the fantasy, I questioned my sanity. Straight guys didn’t imagine making out with a man. Theydefinitelyweren’t supposed to touch themselves while they did it. But the bead of precum leaking from my tip was damning evidence of how spun up I was over Armand. It was wrong onsomany levels, but my asshole subconscious taunted me with visions of more.
I slid one hand through Armand’s hair to the nape of his neck, then tugged him closer as I opened for him. He accepted the invitation, his tongue giving me what I was after. I moaned into the kiss as I drowned in him. Hungry for more, I rutted against his thigh that he had worked between my legs.
He rewarded me by reaching between us to unbutton my pants. It allowed him to slip his hand down to stroke my erection. His other one slid under my hoodie to caress my bare stomach. I gasped when he tweaked my nipple before I stole another desperate kiss.
Unable to resist, I trailed my tongue up his neck.
Too far gone to stop myself, I made my fantasy more realistic by licking my right palm to taste the trace of him that lingered on my skin. Even diluted, it was something dark and divine that sent lava coursing through my veins. I burned for more, so I ran my tongue along the length of my hand again. My head spun as my desire spiraled out of control. I was barely aware of what I was doing as I slid two fingers into my mouth. The beguiling hint of the world’s most potent aphrodisiac sent me soaring high. Sucking on them as I imagined him giving me a passionate kiss pushed me over the edge.
I came hard with a muffled moan, leaving me dazed as I trembled from the aftershocks. My orgasm had been incredible, but fire ants still crawled under my skin with insatiable lust. When I sucked on my fingers in search of more of him, I withdrew them from my mouth in horror.
What the fuck did I just do?
