One Night in Bangkok (Passport to Passion #1) Page 2

  Tall, dark and handsome didn’t begin to describe this man. His dark, slightly tipped eyes gave away his mixed heritage. He’d told her earlier his mother was Thai and his father American. The combination of the two produced a breathtaking specimen of height, lean muscle, smooth caramel-colored skin and eyes that reminded her of rich espresso coffee.

  When Beth brought her gaze to his face she found him watching her. The corner of his mouth curled up and those mesmerizing eyes sparked with interest. He stepped back and motioned with his arm to invite her in. Her earlier anxiety left the second she’d laid eyes on him. She remembered why it had been so easy to accept this invitation.

  She wanted him.

  Wanted him with a hunger she’d never known before and there was no way she would pass up her chance to tangle the sheets with this man. It didn’t matter if he was five years younger than her. This wasn’t the beginning of a relationship. It was one night to indulge her wildest fantasies with a stranger. Someone she’d never see again. Their bodies brushed as she entered and pulsing fingers of need burst from the point of contact. Heat swirled in her stomach, creeping lower. She had an almost undeniable urge to clamp her legs together at the sudden burn. A drum beat pounded in her head, drowning out all but the need raging in her blood. The click of the door closing behind her sent shivers of excitement through her core. This was it.

  In a matter of minutes she’d be stripped bare and offering herself to him. She trembled as images of the two of them entwined together flitted through her mind. A knock on the door jolted her out of her erotic thoughts.

  “Ah, perfect timing. That’ll be our dinner.” Tom opened the door and stepped aside as a uniformed employee rolled in a trolley.

  “Dinner?” She moved out of the way to let the server pass and Tom closed the distance between them, crowding her against the wall.

  “Yes, dinner,” he whispered into her ear.

  “But I thought—”

  “What? That I would strip you naked and take you against this wall the minute you walked in?” His warm, moist breath sent shockwaves of lust down her neck. He bit her earlobe lightly. “Make no mistake, Beth, I will have you. But I’m a civilized man. I invited you to dinner and I will feed you dinner.”

  She looked toward the server, terrified he’d heard what Tom said. Why that should scare her when giving herself to a stranger didn’t, she couldn’t say. Looking back at Tom’s face she saw raw lust flash in his eyes. This man wanted her as much as she wanted him, so why the delay?

  He stepped back and held out his hand. “Come, we’ll eat and talk.”

  Talk? He wanted to talk? Hadn’t they talked this afternoon? What game was he playing? He obviously knew why she’d agreed to come here, what he really meant when he’d invited her to his suite.

  This wasn’t the night of hot heavy sex with a stranger she’d thought it would be. This was too much like a date.

  When she hesitated, he reached for her hand. “I promise you’ll enjoy yourself, Beth. Anticipation heightens the pleasure and I plan to give you more pleasure than you’ve ever known.”

  She allowed him to lead her to the table. Crystal and china lay on a white linen tablecloth and fresh cut flowers filled a small glass bowl in the center. Tom pulled out a chair for her. The aroma from the covered plates tickled her nose and made her mouth water, assaulting her already overloaded senses.

  A hint of herbs and spices and something sweet—the heady mix of tropical flowers—combined with the intoxicating, all-male scent of the man standing behind her, and did more to her system than an electric shock. Her skin was a living, breathing thing, stretched tight across bone and muscle gone soft with desire. Fingers skimmed across the sensitive slope of her neck and goose bumps broke out in their wake. Tingles traveled the length of her neck, radiated down and spread over the rest of her body. Her nipples tightened, the hard nubs pushed against the fabric of her dress.

  “That’ll be all. I’ll take care of the rest.” Tom dismissed the server, his voice husky and raw.

  They sat frozen in place until the click of the door closing echoed around the room. With great care Tom brought his hand to her breasts, barely touching each of the tips.

  “So beautiful,” he murmured as he brushed over each peak once more. Beth’s eyelids drooped and her breath stalled in her throat. The touch—no heavier than air—had her nipples aching, growing impossibly tight. Her breasts swelled, reaching for his retreating hand. Heat curled and spiraled down to light a fire in her pussy, pulsing flesh and swollen tissue made her squirm in her seat. Warm, wet and slippery, his tongue darted into her ear then pulled out to follow the outer curve. Desperate need clawed at her, raked her from the inside out. She could feel her orgasm just out of reach. No man had ever gotten her this close with so little effort.

  “So responsive to my slightest touch. Imagine how you’ll feel when it’s your bare flesh beneath my fingertips, beneath my tongue.” He breathed the words into her ear and they aroused her body further. If he didn’t do something soon she’d explode without him. She had no doubt her orgasm would be shattering. Her body responded to not just his touch, but to his voice, to his presence. Sound gurgled from her throat, an expression of both pleasure and pain.

  “Soon, Beth. Soon I’ll give you what you want, what you need. What we both need.” He pulled away.

  A whimper of anguish slipped past her lips before she could stop it. Want and desire laced every note, conveying her arousal, her need, her desperation to have him touch her. If he would just lay his hand over her pussy she could get the satisfaction her body craved.

  Squeezing her legs together, Beth fought to gain control of her runaway lust. As she dragged in breath after breath and willed her heart to slow, she knew this night would be unlike anything she’d experienced before or ever would again. The pop of a cork, the clink of glass on glass and the bubble of liquid pouring gave her something to focus on. She opened her eyes—when she’d closed them she couldn’t say—to find Tom offering her a glass of champagne. Her parched throat thanked him, but she couldn’t gulp it. She spotted a glass of iced water on the table and traded it out for the champagne.

  She took a quick sip, but a mouthful wasn’t enough. She drained the glass, but the water brought little relief. The flames burning inside needed more than one glass of water to douse them. Beth feared she would never find satisfaction. Not until she fed the hunger, the one only Tom could assuage.

  “Relax, Beth. I want you to enjoy the meal I’ve ordered for us.” He’d taken his seat next to her while she tried to quench her thirst.

  “I don’t know if I can.” She turned her hungry eyes on him. The matching raw need in his gaze did nothing to ease the ache she felt.

  The man was lethal. Her temperature shot up and her pulse beat a wild tattoo in her bloodstream. Sweat beaded on her upper lip. Mesmerized, she watched as he reached over and ran his finger through the moisture then used the natural lubricant to slide his finger along her bottom lip. Without thought, her tongue darted out to touch him.

  Even with the taste of her own sweat clinging to his flesh, she could taste him. His lips parted and he groaned. His dark eyes dilated. She stared at his lips, hungry to taste him, to know if his mouth held the same strong musky flavor as his finger.

  “Our dinner will get cold.” He leaned in, his lips a breath away.

  “I don’t care.” Beth did the only thing she could; she closed the distance between them.

  Hot.

  That was the only word that came to mind. His lips scorched as his mouth slid over hers. She gasped, parting for him when he nipped her bottom lip. With a savage thrust, his tongue took full advantage, sweeping into her mouth. Skin on fire, she wrapped her arms around his neck and dragged him closer, allowing him to take the kiss deeper. She wanted him to devour her, wanted to devour him. With greed she pushed her tongue into his waiting depths. The kiss was the most carnal she’d ever experienced, ever imagined. He took her to new levels of arous
al, burning more than her mouth with his brand of fire. Consumed with need, Beth groaned with both frustration and relief. Relief he’d finally kissed her. Frustration because it wasn’t enough.

  Nowhere near enough.

  His answering groan only excited her more. She throbbed everywhere, but nowhere more so than her pussy. She craved all he could give her. All she would demand he give her.

  “More.”

  One word uttered into his mouth and his control seemingly snapped. With a strangled growl he took them to the floor, and with urgent hands he pushed her dress up her thighs. His warm hands on her bare skin pushed her closer to the edge upon which she teetered, so close to orgasm she feared she might explode with the next touch.

  They rolled across the floor, exploring each other with hands and mouths, lips and tongues. His hand cupped her pussy, two fingers pushed the flimsy material of her panties between her folds, and she couldn’t stop the avalanche of sensation. Trapped between his body and the floor, Beth bucked with the most intense orgasm of her life.

  “I have to be inside you,” he panted. “Have to be buried deep when you come again.”

  Still riding the wave of ecstasy, Beth cried out. Need gnawed at her nerve endings. Her body’s lack of satisfaction scraped her insides raw. She wanted what he wanted—his cock thrust to the hilt when she came again.

  The combined sound of harsh breathing and tearing cloth filled the room. Her dress gave and fell loose from her body; cool air and Tom’s gaze caressed her bared flesh. He leaned back to look his fill and his sucked-in breath and smoldering eyes told her he liked what he saw. With that one look he made her feel sexier than she had in her entire life.

  His desire for her made her feel intoxicatingly powerful. He cupped her breast, weighed it in his palm. She wasn’t big by any stretch of the imagination, but the look on his face told her he was more than pleased with what he held. He lowered his head to brush the tip with the flat of his tongue, laving it with moisture and heat. Her spine arched off the floor, her breast thrust into his waiting mouth. The blazing heat engulfed her nipple before bursting out, flowing through her belly down to her slick pussy.

  Her desire before had been intense, but this need would tear her apart, pull her limbs from her body and throw them to the wind. She clawed at his back, urging him to move on top of her. She spread her thighs to allow him to fit between them, and his cock pressed against her slick panty-covered folds.

  He thrust his hips, pushing against her clit. Her body convulsed, warning of the orgasm about to break over her.

  “Now,” she cried.

  Tom lifted enough to get his hands between them. Elastic dug into her buttocks, the sting sharp. The tear of cotton panties, harsh to her ears, sent ripples of desire through her. He mumbled a curse and she heard the crinkle of a foil packet as it was torn open. He craved her as much as she craved him.

  Beth widened her legs, bent her knees and wrapped them around his hips as he pulled back and thrust forward once more. Her body stretched to fit him. He was large. Bigger than any man she’d taken before. She ground her teeth, breathed through her nose, and willed her muscles to relax and take all of him.

  “So tight.” Tom groaned.

  His hips pressed tight against hers, his cock buried to the hilt. She felt the pounding of blood along her inner walls. Every beat brought heat and pleasure, taking away the sting of skin stretched to its limits. He pulled back, dragged his length through her straining body, connecting with all the right spots. The burn eased as her orgasm broke.

  Great waves of pleasure crashed through her, contracting and pulsing around his cock as she screamed her release. He didn’t slow down. Instead, he increased his pace, wringing another orgasm from her. She bucked under his weight and her body thrashed about as she drowned in the sensations flooding her. Spots formed beneath her eyelids and her fingers and toes tingled as her blood centered where their bodies joined. With a roar, he thrust hard and reared back, held deep within her pussy as he found his own release.

  Collapsing to the side, he took her with him. His cock slipped from her body and he disposed of the condom. Reaching for his pants he dug into the pocket, pulled out another foil packet and sheathed his still hard penis. Beth didn’t have the energy to help him. Exhausted, she lay beside him until he rolled to his back and pulled her up to sprawl on top of him. Seconds, minutes, perhaps hours later he pushed her up to straddle his hips, his hard cock slipping deep inside her throbbing core.

  “You’re so hot, so wet, so tight.” He thrust his hips, sparking fire where she thought nothing was left to burn. “I want more. Give me more.”

  He grabbed her hips, guiding her into a rhythm that suited him and her juices coated his cock as he pushed in and out. She closed her eyes, put her hands on his chest for support and took control of their motion. Beth wanted like she hadn’t just had the most amazing orgasms of her life. She craved this man and what he made her feel. And she’d never have him again.

  The thought lanced through her, jarring her movements. His hands tightened on her hips. Opening her eyes she stared straight into his, unable to disguise the raw hurt that flowed over her.

  “Don’t think, Beth. Just feel.” He pulled her down onto his chest, wrapped his arms around her back.

  With gentle strokes Tom continued to move inside her. Slick slides of heated flesh against heated flesh, mind-numbing trips along sensitive nerves. Pull and drag, in and out, slick and hot. Beth shuddered as he built the pace, each thrust a little faster than the last.

  Tom continued to rock her, pushing her toward the peak just out of reach. This time the trip was a slow gentle ride but her orgasm finally exploded, no less shattering than any of the others. Holding her close, he ran his hands up and down her spine and the fall was every bit as gentle as the rise had been.

  Her breathing slowed, calmed and her muscles felt like cooked noodles, but her libido continued to call for satisfaction. She found it hard to reconcile this wild and wanton woman with the Beth she knew. She’d had fantasies, but they’d never had this raw-edged desire to back them up. Her wildest fantasies didn’t come close to what she’d done with Tom.

  What she would do.

  He stirred and rolled them to the side and his softened cock slipped from her pussy. Shock waves of need spread out from her clit. Why did this man make her want so much? She buried her face in his chest and his hair tickled her nose. Turning to the side, she breathed in deep. The smell of soap, man, sweat and sex filled her senses. Like a cat, Beth rubbed her face against his chest.

  When her lips brushed his nipple, he groaned into her hair. The flat round disk puckered in reaction and she darted out her tongue and licked the small bud. Moaning, he pushed her away.

  “Any more of that and we’ll never eat.”

  “I’m not hungry. Not for food anyway.” The boldness of her words shocked her.

  “No more talk like that. First we feed our stomachs then we finish feeding our other appetites.”

  He got up then helped her to her feet, impressing her with his strength. He steadied her before he let go and reached for his shirt. She couldn’t remember removing their clothes, only vaguely remembered her dress and panties tearing. What would she cover herself with?

  The need to cover up seemed redundant after what they’d done, but she’d be more comfortable clothed. Her gaze fell on her ruined dress.

  “Here, put this on. I’ll replace the dress and the underwear.” Tom held his shirt out, ready for her to slip in her arms and head.

  His shirt covered to just below her crotch, but she felt less exposed and more comfortable with it on. Not that she’d changed her mind about being with him again. No, she wanted more of him. Wanted every fantasy they could fit in before dawn. Tom picked up his boxers and stepped into them, hiding the cock she’d barely gotten a look at.

  He smiled at her, grabbed her hand and pulled her close. He brushed his lips across hers, kissed the tip of her nose then kissed her forehead b
efore he helped her back into the seat he’d pulled her from only minutes ago. Or was it hours?

  The lack of silverware on the table was explained when he removed the lids from the platters of food. An array of finger foods, all in bite-sized pieces, filled the plates. Beth watched as he picked up a piece of pastry layered with what looked like finely chopped mushroom and bacon in a creamy sauce.

  She opened her mouth instinctively as he touched the tiny morsel to her lips. He slipped the bite-sized treat past her lips. Her tongue snuck out to catch the tips of his fingers. She watched his nostrils flare and eyes dilate. Maybe eating first wasn’t such a bad idea after all.

  Beth picked up a piece of bread topped with a wedge of cheese and a sliver of meat from one of the plates. With shaky fingers she offered it to Tom. Long caramelcolored fingers wrapped around her wrist, held her in place while he pulled the piece she offered into his mouth. But he didn’t stop there. With a gentle suck he pulled each of her fingers, one at a time, into his warm, wet mouth. He swirled his tongue over and around each one before he let it slip out with a pop.

  Shivers flowed from her fingers to her wrist and her hand shook even more. When he’d finished he turned her hand over, exposing her palm. He kept his gaze on her face as he leaned forward and gave her palm the same sexy treatment. He used the pointed tip of his tongue to trace the lines crisscrossing from one side to the other before he flattened it to bathe her palm from the base of her fingers to her wrist. Fire shot up along her arm, and fingers of heat clawed through her body. Lifting his head, Tom kept his eyes on hers as he licked his lips. He chewed the mouthful of food she’d fed him and swallowed. Her gaze darted down to watch the roll of his throat, the bob of his Adam’s apple.

  “Mmm. Nice, but not as delicious as this.” He lowered his head once more, this time nibbling along her wrist.

  Teeth, tongue and lips all worked to make her feel as if she’d jump out of her skin. He continued up her arm, biting, licking and sucking until he reached her elbow. Widening his mouth he sucked on the delicate flesh.