Page 4 of Spark (Lust & Luster)

Dante

A rianna needs to get into the shower to get going for her brunch, and I should get back to my room and do the same thing. I hauled my golf clubs because we’re playing today, but every ounce of my being would rather remain here in bed with this woman.

Already I know she’s smart, beautiful, passionate, and intriguing. I want to get to know her better, and usually I can’t get out of a woman’s room fast enough. She has me wanting more. Much more.

Aryanna rolls onto her back and drapes her arm over her eyes. “I guess I should get up. I think I’m going to walk bowlegged all day.”

I can’t help but feel proud. “Everyone’s going to know what happened.”

She lifts her arm and looks at me. “Do you care?”

I don’t hesitate. “No. Not in the least. Do you?”

She rolls over on her belly and props herself up on her elbows.

“I kind of like this little world we’ve created—just the two of us, with no outsiders involved.

I know Alicia and Tom are going to be all in our business if they find out.

Alicia particularly will want to know when we’re getting together again, what our plans are, and blah, blah, blah.

Is it bad of me to want to keep this special? Just between us?”

Every time I think she can’t get any better, she blows me away. No outside pressure. Take it slow. I lean down and softly kiss her lips. “That sounds perfect to me. I won’t ignore you today, but I’m not going to hang all over you like I really want to.”

She chuckles. “You just want to hang all over me when I’m naked.”

I shake my head. “I want you hanging on me, and as Alicia said, ‘climbing me like a tree.’”

She gives me a big, wet, deep kiss and crawls out of bed. She looks over her shoulder as she retreats to the bathroom. “Enjoy your golf game.”

I hear the shower turn on, and reluctantly I pull the covers back and dress.

Before I leave the room, I listen at the door for voices in the hallway.

My walk of shame is short, but after our conversation, the last thing I want to do is out us.

All is quiet, so I open the door, make the quick five steps across the hall to my room, and let myself in.

After a quick shower, my room service breakfast with a big cup of coffee arrives, and I take a minute to enjoy it. Today is going to be a hard day after not getting much sleep last night. But I’m not complaining. I just need caffeine, and I need to hydrate.

Soon it’s time to meet the guys downstairs, and I exit my room just as one of the bridesmaids is coming down the hall.

“Yesterday was so much fun, wasn’t it?” she asks.

I nod. “Absolutely.”

“You disappeared early.” She gives me a lascivious smile.

“I’m jetlagging. I was in Sri Lanka last week on business. My body clock doesn’t know the difference between day and night.” It’s not exactly the truth, but it works. As the elevator pings its arrival, Aryanna walks up.

“Good morning,” she says. “How did you both sleep?”

“Not very well.” The other bridesmaid giggles and gives me a wink before giving Aryanna a meaningful look.

What the hell is that about? I can barely remember her name, let alone why I wasted half an hour talking to her. All she does is make Aryanna shine brighter.

“I’m sorry,” Aryanna says. “Hopefully tonight you’ll do better.”

She licks her lips. “We’ll see.”

When we arrive in the lobby, the other bridesmaid shimmies up beside me. “I’ll see you later.”

I wave and step over to join the guys across the lobby, only to find them all staring at Aryanna.

“She’s one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen,” Chip Vander Wolfe says.

“Can you imagine those lips wrapped around your hard dick?” Charles McCaffrey asks.

Every word out of their mouths is a spark on dry kindling. My hands tighten on my bag, jaw locked. I’ve been with plenty of women, but none of them made me feel this… territorial.

The hair on the back of my neck stands on end. I’m not happy about the guys talking about Aryanna that way.

“No, but stuffing it down her throat as she looks up at me with those beautiful hazel eyes would make my trip. And those tits are real,” Chip points out.

While I happen to agree with these guys—she is beautiful, and she looks amazing with her mouth wrapped around my hard rod—I respect her too much to have anything to do with these creeps.

As I step away, it occurs to me I have her number. Alicia gave it to me before the wedding in case we wanted to coordinate coming together. I was going to call, but it slipped my mind. Now I pull my phone from my pocket and text her.

Me: You look beautiful this morning. You have this glow about you like maybe you’ve just been fucked?

I watch her look at her cell phone. She blushes and looks at me, and I wink at her.

Aryanna: I haven’t just been fucked. I’ve been ridden hard and enjoyed every second of it.

I have to be careful because my dick is getting hard here in the Ritz Carlton lobby.

Me: Are you wearing panties under that dress?

Aryanna: There’s a possibility I may have left them in my room.

Me: You know it’s very hard to play golf when you’re sporting wood.

I glance up from my phone just in time to catch her hiding a smile behind her coffee cup. The curve of her lips is a promise, and my body reacts before my brain catches up.

Aryanna: Too bad I can’t meet you somewhere on the fairway to take care of that wood.

Me: What I wouldn’t give to have you climb me like a tree in the woods .

Aryanna: Just so you know, I plan on climbing you like a tree, against a wall, and on all fours tonight. Make sure you don’t drink too much.

I have to take a minute to breathe and think of my high school chemistry teacher. She was old and had a wart on her cheek.

When I look back over, Aryanna is talking to that bridesmaid from the elevator. If she only knew she gave me her room number last night. Of course, she also hinted in the elevator that we spent the night together last night, which was somewhat pathetic.

Me: My plan tonight is to ruin you for all other men.

Aryanna: Bring it.

“Hey man,” Tom sidles up to me. “Are you all work? Or are you going to join us for a game of golf? I’ll spot you a few strokes if you need them.” He wiggles his eyebrows.

“Keep your hands to yourself.” I pick up my golf bag and follow him out. “No one strokes me unless I let her.”

Tom throws his head back and laughs heartily. We make our way to the golf course and play the first nine holes before we stop for lunch. I can’t get Aryanna off my mind. I wonder what she’s doing.

This is not normal!

I go into the bathroom, and I’m still sporting a semi. I get a bad idea. I take a quick photo of my dick and send it off to her with a note.

Me: You’re not even here and I’m still like this.

I hover over the send button, knowing exactly what this will do to her — and to me. Then I hit it anyway.

Aryanna: Thanks for the photo for my self-love bank.

Me: No need for self love anymore. I’m just a phone call away.

She doesn’t respond. I don’t want to push it, but I know I want to see her when we get back. I want to see if I’ll feel the same way at home as I do here this weekend.