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Ali slipped out of bed and went out on their small balcony to listen to the morning rain. It rushed off the overhangs and splashed down to spray the brick courtyard in the back of the hotel. The humidity and sound of heavy downpour made her think of Charleston and its warm summer morning rain. She wondered if she would ever get back there.
Rustling of the bed sheets and an audible groan made her look over her shoulder at Gun. He had tangled up in the sheet and lay on his belly, face turned toward her. She rolled her eyes, thinking about the rowdy sex they'd had a short time ago. Leaning around the doorway, she grabbed the half-full pack of cigarettes off the dressing table and lit one. She blew the smoke out toward the rain, watching it disappear.
Regret squeezed her hard while she thought of all the sane reasons to avoid such crazy behavior. Not because he didn't give a rat's ass about her. Hell, no. She didn't exactly like him, either. Well, that was a bold-faced lie. She did like him, damn it. He was a man wanting no ties, no soft emotion, and she knew all that. After all, she was in no rush to feather a new nest with some lying son-of-a-bitch anytime soon.
Not wanting to think about how fast she had jumped in the sack with him, she snuffed out the cigarette and went back into the room. Making as little noise as possible, she went in the bathroom and brushed her teeth. No wonder she was hungry. Seven in the morning was a late start for her.
No telling when "dream man" would regain consciousness. She had her robe off, ready to shower, when her cell phone rang. Not wanting to wake Gun, she grabbed it.
"Come back to bed."
Gun. She peeredaround the door to see him kicking the tangled sheets off and trying to sit up and hold the phone to his ear. He yawned sleepily and gazed around the room as if he were lost. She crooned into the mouthpiece.
"Go to sleepy, little baby."
He stunned her when he finally broke his silence. "Speaking of babies, I don't recall taking time out to get rubbers for our party."
Ali had never expected Jack Gunnison to spend time reflecting on the night before. "Gun. You're not my first."
The silence was long, and she eyed him through the small space left between the door and the wall. He looked at the phone with a grin before speaking to her again.
"Damned right, I'm not your first." He threw the sheet aside and sprawled on his back. "I would have taught you a few things."
Resentment brewed in her stomach. What did he mean by that crack? It would be a cold day in hell before she let him touch her again. Not caring that she was nude, Ali opened the door. She walked to the bed to look at his smug face.
"Not that I give a damn, but just exactly what did you find objectionable or lacking in my sexual performance?" Her narrowed gaze sought out his cock. He was rigid; his cock pressed so close to his belly, she might have a hard time getting her fingers around it. "Looks like part of you thought I was pretty good."
He grabbed her hand and pulled her onto the bed. "I don't know. You'll have to talk to him." His gaze flicked over his member and back to her face.
"Him? That has a gender and a name?"
"Donavon's jelly roll." His chuckle was a sweet aphrodisiac, deep and rough, just like him.
She stayed on her knees and braced her weight on his belly, avoiding the warm length of dick near her hand. Sex wasn't on her mind at the moment. She didn't know if she liked him well enough for another romp. The tips of her fingers grazed his chest, and she didn't smile when she spoke.
"Are you ever serious about lovemaking?"
"Donavon." He ran his hand up her arm and met her serious gaze, gesturing in a show of exasperation. "We fucked. That's it. We fucked."
The slap of her palm to his belly rang in her ears. "You fucked. I made love." She slapped his cheek for good measure. "You're a pig, you know that? No wonder your wife left you for a lawyer."
She only had time to gasp before she felt her hair flying around her face and the wind jolting from her lungs as he grabbed her and tossed her onto the bed, pinning her with his leg.
His voice remained level, but there was ice in his tone. "She didn't leave me because the sex was bad. She left because she wasn't getting it often enough."
He was grinning, but Ali heard self-deprecation in his words, no matter how big his grin. He had just admitted he had failed life's hardest test. Being married. Still, that didn't excuse his horse's-rear attitude toward her.
"You're bragging again." There was no grin on his face now. The pitch black of his gaze was unreadable, like the set of his chiseled lips.
"You like me, Donavon." His mouth curved into a half-smile. "But, don't."
Her lips quivered in a maddening show of nerves. "No need to take that attitude. You don't meet my standards."
She didn't like being pinned and quickly freed herself from his leg hold, pressing him down with her body. He laughed and spanked her ass, making her growl with resentment. She stopped struggling when he whispered against her cheek.
"It's okay. You can like me." He caught her face in his hands and covered her lips in a deep, hungry kiss. She barely heard his next words. "Just don't count on me for anything past this job."
Ali couldn't avoid the hard slam to her gut, that sick, cold feeling of losing something you love. No, oh, no. That wasn't what she felt for him. He made her mad as hell, insulted her, made her laugh, and was a phenomenal lover. But, no, she couldn't feel anything else for him. Gun had no place in her life after Colombia was history. Okay, so right now she was in bed with her partner. Nothing that hadn't happened a million times before. Just not to her.
He didn't try to stop her as she sat up and tugged on his arms, trying to get him in a sitting position. He eyed her with some suspicion.
"You going to try to hurt me, chili pepper?"
"Shut up and enjoy it while you can."
His big, strong hands caught her waist and pulled her close to his beautiful, scarred chest. "Do whatever you want, baby. I'm ready."
She relaxed against his warm body, hugging his strong neck so hard, he pushed her away a little to look at her face. To cover her feelings of unwarranted emotion, she bit his earlobe and tightened her grip again.
No, God. She couldn't love a guy like this. He would be off and running in another week, in another country with another woman and she would be wearing sackcloth and ashes if she didn't get hold of her runaway heart.
She caught his earlobe in her teeth, gently sucking and nursing until he squeezed her breasts. The quickening in her body flashed through her like wildfire, and she couldn't force herself to be demure, not when he mouthed her nipples and worked his fingers inside her, sliding them in and out until she raised her hips in response. Her murmur was urgent. "Gun, fill me and I'll ride."
"Up a little higher, Donavon. I'm not that damned long."
She heard a grin in his voice and lifted her hips more, nearly bolting through the ceiling as the head of his cock touched the sensitive folds around her clit. Losing control was a new experience for her, and she gave all credit to Gun. He just knew all the best areas of her body and caressed and licked them all.
The silly little moan she heard had been hers, and she clung to his warmth and strength as if she were drowning. He filled her arms and her body, making her foolishly think it could last forever. She opened her eyes and found him staring at her. "What?" Her voice had been a miserable croak.
"You really do like me, don't you, Donavon?"
"Shut up and make me happy." She strained against him, taking him in, gripping with all her might. He clasped her thighs and rocked into her, finding the most sensitive spot of her neck to suck voraciously until she cried out in her release.
While she struggled to catch her breath, he smiled at her. Ali knew he hadn't climaxed, but she was too tired to offer any help. He wasn't tired, nibbling little kisses along her neck.
One last sniggle of need made her accept some more physical exertion. "Let's do it another way."
He stopped his movement and laughed. "Is there one we haven't tried?"
"Standing up is good." She toyed with his flat nipple. "Come on, lazy boy. I want it." She made that clear, hanging on to him like a sex-starved idiot.
He grinned and pulled her close. "You think I can't do it. Right?"
The thought had not occurred to her, but she went along with the idea. "Well. Can you?"
"Hell, yes. I can fuck standing on my head."
Her gaze touched and kissed his lips as he yawned. He was stubborn and proud. "I'm glad to hear you are so talented."
"I'll show you that one later." He got off the bed, pulling her with him. "One standing fuck ... coming right up."