“I think we’ve already settled on that,” Jon said. “We only have to hammer out the details.”

  Christie hefted her snifter a little higher. “I’ll drink to that.”

  “Still not good enough.” Jon paused for a moment. “To luxury, maybe.”

  “To indulgence,” Wolf said. The words came out of nowhere, but they fit. From the prime beef in the freezer, to the exclusive brandy, to the sun and surf they’d already enjoyed, they’d indulged all their senses. Most of all, he’d satisfy his every urge with Christie’s ample curves. As soon as he could get his friend and business partner to leave them alone.

  The three of them sipped their drinks. The brandy’s perfume filled his senses as he tipped the snifter to his face. Excellent. After Jon’s steak Diane, it finished the meal perfectly.

  “Well, then. I’m looking forward to working with you two,” Christie said.

  Working wasn’t exactly what he had in mind—at least, not unless hot, nasty sex counted as work. He glared at Jon over her head for a moment, sending the message as clearly as he could. Leave us alone.

  Jon grinned and set his snifter on the table. “I think I’ll get some sleep before the storm arrives.”

  “Good idea,” Christie said. “It’ll get pretty loud.”

  She made no move to leave, though, and the three of them stood in awkward silence until Jon leaned over and placed a kiss on her forehead. “Later.”

  “Later,” she answered softly.

  Wolf put a hand at her elbow. “Stay with me a while.”

  “All right.” She turned to face him directly, biting her lush lower lip in a way that tightened his groin. Unless he missed his guess, he’d be nibbling on that lip, giving it all the loving attention it demanded and deserved.

  “Let’s sit down,” she said.

  She took his hand and led him to a cushioned seat for two behind a table that gave a view of the outside. They slid in and set their glasses down.

  “Your clients will be able to watch the sun set in the ocean while dining on world-class food,” she said.

  “That’s not really what I’m interested in watching right now,” he said.

  “Good thing. We won’t be seeing the sun for a while,” she said. “Just that strange green glow.”

  “Very dramatic, but I don’t want to watch the storm, either.” He took her chin in his hand and turned her face toward his.

  Her breath caught softly. “What did you have in mind for now?”

  He rubbed his thumb over her lower lip. “My partner is a good guy.”

  “Jon?”

  “There’s no one I’d rather have my back than him, but he has a different approach with women than I do.”

  “Really?” If her voice got any softer, it’d disappear on the wind.

  “He’s a total guy when it comes to sex. Up-front and direct. I like to take things slowly.”

  She’d parted her lips, her breath brushing his fingers. He kept stroking the bottom one, back and forth, back and forth. “Seduction. Giving my lover the total experience.”

  “That sounds very exciting.”

  “I enjoy it.” Her lips trembled now, a sure sign that she needed to be kissed. He did it gently, placing his mouth over hers and letting her take control. Leaning into him, she dug her fingers into the fabric of his shirt and answered his kiss with her own. Sweet and slow.

  After a moment, he pulled back. “Just like that.”

  “Odd. I didn’t picture you that way.”

  “How did you think of me?”

  She stared at him out of bottomless, dark eyes. “Kind of fierce, as if you really were a wolf.”

  “How do you know I’m not?” He kissed her again, parting her lips with his. She whimpered, asking for more, but he still held himself back. This way, he could enjoy the slow simmer of his blood as he became aroused all over again. Not a quickie from his hand this time, but the pleasure of sliding himself into her wet heat and hearing her orgasm in his ears.

  When they broke apart, she was breathing heavily. “I think I understand now. You want your lover as excited as you are.”

  “I want a she-wolf for my mate,” he said. “I want her hungry enough to devour me.”

  “I see.” She leaned back and stroked the side of his face with her fingertips, her eyes wide with what looked like wonder.

  He took her hand and pressed a kiss to her palm. “Let’s go for a walk.”

  “Outside?”

  “The storm isn’t dangerous yet, is it?”

  “I guess not. We can come back inside quickly if we have to.”

  He rose and extended his hand to her. “Come on.”

  “It might start raining. We could get wet.”

  “The rain will be warm,” he said. “I’d like to see you wet.”

  She cocked her head as if she didn’t understand him. He could have added that he’d like to see her clothing cling to her body. The contours of her breasts and hips and her magnificent ass would be a sight to behold. He might even get a view of the outline of her mound before he brought her back inside and took her to his room.

  “Come on,” he repeated.

  She smiled and took his hand. This time, he took the lead and guided them through the door she’d opened and out onto the terrace.

  The wind whipped around them immediately. It bent the limbs of the palm trees and whistled through the fronds. Laden with moisture, it was still tropical in temperature. They walked together toward the edge of the terrace. Out here, the sounds of the surf crashing against the shore mounted to a distant roar.

  When Wolf opened his arms, Christie stepped into his embrace. He tipped her head toward the outside lights to catch the gleam of desire in her eyes before kissing her again. This time, he meant business.

  As his mouth captured hers, she melted against him. A second before she’d been solid, a separate being, and now she became a part of him, offering her curves for his pleasure. He could pull her hard against him, molding her body to his. Softness everywhere. Yielding in the way that said “woman” to every male part of him. His thickening member pressed into her belly as he massaged her buttocks.

  Tilting her head, she took the kiss deeper. Her tongue grazed the seam of his lips, stroking. Seeking entrance to his mouth. When he returned the caress, touching his own tongue against hers, she shivered in his arms. Not from cold. The weather was too warm for that.

  Lust swirled around and through them like a heated cloud. She wanted him, craved him as deeply as he did her. Without words, she’d given him permission to enjoy her body . . . every inch of it.

  The rain started then, as if a cloud had opened directly above them. It came down in sheets, drenching both of them in warm water. Still holding her against him, he tipped his head back and laughed.

  “We’d better get inside,” she said.

  “In a minute.” He held her face in his hands and stared into her eyes. Crystal droplets clung to her lashes. Her image blurred, becoming nothing but huge, dark eyes and a luscious mouth.

  “You’re beautiful,” he said.

  “I’m wet.”

  “All the better for me to see your body.” He released her just enough to stand back and appreciate how the rain had made her sundress cling to her skin. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and the shape of her breasts showed through the material. Her nipples had stiffened and poked at the cloth. The sight nearly made him lose his head and bend her over a table so that he could take her that very minute while rain sheeted down on them.

  Instead, he cupped her breasts, measuring their sweet weight against his palms. When he flicked his thumbs over the nipples, she closed her eyes and swayed toward him.

  Running his hands lower, he spanned her hips. Luxurious, just like every other part of her. Lower still, he stroked her outer thighs. Heaven. Pure heaven.

  He knelt in front of her and pulled her into his arms, this time running his hands behind her to squeeze her buttocks. In this position, his nose burrowed into the space between her legs, only separated from her mound by her clothing. She couldn’t miss the implication—that as soon as he got the chance, he’d have his mouth there. He’d slide his tongue between her folds, find that precious bud of flesh, and tease it until she came against his face.

  “Hey, you guys. Don’t you have enough sense to come in out of the rain?” Jon had returned.

  Wolf rose and turned, hiding Christie behind him. She could think it a sign of gallantry, if she wanted—protecting her from Jon’s view in her disheveled state. In reality, he wanted to keep his partner’s lecherous gaze off her.

  “I thought you were going to bed,” Wolf said.

  “I decided I’d take some brandy with me.” Jon did his best to look innocent and failed. “I got worried when I couldn’t find you.”

  “You found us now.”

  “Hey, Christie, I’ll dry your hair, if you want,” Jon said.

  Wolf snorted. Wasn’t he all considerate and solicitous of her health all of a sudden?

  “Thanks. I guess.” Christie stood there, looking from Wolf to Jon and back. If neither of them gave up and went back inside, neither was going to get any further in his quest for seduction. Jon had had his chance earlier, and if he’d kept his wits about him and made love with her instead of giving in to a blow job, he would have won. Wolf didn’t have to give him another chance, and he’d be damned if he would. So the three of them stood there in the pouring rain.

  Finally, with a sigh, Christie gave up. She kissed Wolf on the cheek and left his side. Then she gave Jon a similar caress and disappeared inside the hotel.

  Wolf balled his hands into fists by his sides. “Someday, I’m going to kick your ass.”

  Jon laughed. “I invite you to try, partner.”

  Chapter Three

  THE HOWLING OF the wind woke Christie up. When she flipped the switch on her bedside lamp, nothing happened. No power, of course. She’d turned it off in preparation for the storm in case any lines came down. She’d have to start the generator, but not right now. Right now, she had a more pressing need.

  She’d fallen asleep with the images of Wolf Martin’s lips on hers and Jon Carlson’s fingers in her panties fresh in her memory. So, of course, the men had visited her in dreams. The three of them had sat side by side, watching the storm while one man’s mouth devoured her breast and the other’s fingers parted the lips of her pussy and stroked her clit. As the storm built, so did the climax coiling inside her, and finally, finally, one and then the other had lifted her into his lap so that she could sink down onto his erection.

  Then the dream had ended, leaving her hot and achy. Neither of them had made love to her at all, not in reality or in the dream. One of them had to now, or she’d go crazy.

  Using the light from her cell phone, she found the battery-powered lantern on the bedside table. Once she turned that on, she could navigate the dark resort safely, so she left her room, not bothering to put on a robe over her nightgown. In her aroused state, which of the men she encountered didn’t really matter. She’d rather have the implicit promise Wolf had made of oral sex, but Jon, with his large cock, would do as well.

  She let herself out into the hallway and went barefoot toward where the men slept in adjoining rooms. When she got there, she hesitated.

  She shouldn’t be shy with these two. They’d done everything but fuck. She ought to get a master key and let herself into one of the rooms, climb into bed with whom ever she’d chosen, and let him make good on the promise he’d made earlier. But which one?

  Wolf would take his time to lavish attention on every part of her. He’d promised a slow and thorough seduction with both his words and his actions. He could make her body vibrate with need before he slid his member inside her. The way she felt right now—about to jump out of her skin—she’d probably come more than once in anticipation of the final act.

  On the other hand, Jon had the equipment to make her climax fast and hard. The dream had supplied more than enough foreplay. His cock thrusting in and out of her pussy would push her over the edge. Hell’s bells, the way she felt, just sitting on it could have her coming in an instant.

  So why the hell was she standing here outside the bedroom doors of two lovers so eager to please when she could have at least one of them? If she got the damned master key, she could have one and then the other, which had been the whole reason she’d lied to keep them here.

  Now, she went as quickly as safety allowed, her lantern held high. Through the lobby and behind the desk. With only the three of them on the island, she hadn’t worried about security but had left the drawers unlocked. She found the master key easily and started back.

  This close to the heavy-duty windows, the power of the storm came through even clearer. The wind sounded shrill, roaring and booming. Something flew by, slapping against the window. A branch of a palm, perhaps. Not enough to make a dent but sufficient to send her heart into her throat. It mirrored the chaos inside her. Swirling and eddying and ready to break free.

  She went into the restaurant and right up to the windows, lifting the lantern as if it could allow her to see through the darkness. In a moment, she’d experience something even wilder than a hurricane, but for now she’d let her imagination run wild.

  “I was hoping you’d show up,” Wolf said from behind her.

  His voice came from the direction of the seat they’d shared earlier—the same place they’d sat in her dream. Off to the side and in darkness, the corner had escaped her attention, not that she would have seen him if she’d looked.

  She hefted her lantern and turned in that direction. “How did you get here without a light?”

  “I brought the one you gave me,” he said. “I turned it off.”

  “Why?”

  “In case I was right, and you couldn’t sleep, either. I wanted to watch you for a while.” He rose and approached, wearing nothing but pajama bottoms. “I can see through that nightgown, by the way.”

  She brought her hand to her throat. A silly gesture for someone who’d been planning to let herself into his room so that they could have sex. But he had that predatory expression on his face, his blue eyes gleaming with hunger. It absolutely stole her breath. He was clearly the dominant male here, taking control. Though her rational mind told her he’d never do anything she didn’t want, the more primitive part of her whispered that he’d make demands and expect them to be met. A shiver went down her spine as he drew closer.

  “I kept remembering what I was about to do when Jon interrupted us,” he said.

  “We were standing in a downpour, as I recall.”

  “I’d planned to bring you inside first and strip you out of your wet clothes. Your nipples were already tight little points. I wanted to feel them under my tongue.”

  If she could have found her voice, she might have told him he’d just made them hard again. And so sensitive, the silky fabric of her nightgown produced a delicious friction against them.

  He approached her slowly. “Your pussy would have tasted like rain with something more like caramel beneath.”

  Her knees began to tremble. The place between her thighs was experiencing a storm of its own. As moisture collected there, the dull ache sharpened into a throb. If he didn’t stop talking and touch her, she might just weep with frustration.

  He stopped only inches away from her, close enough to bathe her in the body heat that roiled off his bare chest. “I can taste the caramel now, with your permission.”

  “Please.”

  “After that we’ll have to get more creative about protection.”

  “No need,” she said. “I take pills.”

  “Thank God I don’t have to try pulling out.” He took the lantern from her and set it on the floor. “Once I get inside you I can’t swear I’ll be able to control myself.”

  “I don’t want you to.”

  Now in near darkness, he grasped her gown and pulled it up. When she raised her arms to help him, he guided it over her head and tossed it aside.

  “Your control goes first,” he said. “I want you shouting so loudly I can hear it over the storm.”

  Now fully naked and vulnerable—about to put her full trust in him to satisfy her—she didn’t have to hesitate but could do exactly as she pleased, and right then, it pleased her to feel him. So she reached down to the front of his pajama bottoms. Her fingers found a thick bulge.

  He made a low rumble in his chest. “Remember what I said about my control.”

  “Surely you can hang on for a little petting,” she said. “I’d like to get to know this guy better.”

  “Christie . . .”

  “Come on. I’m naked. Why are you wearing pants?”

  “Good question.” He stripped quickly, yanking his pajamas over his hips and stepping out of them.

  This time when she took him in her hand, nothing came between her fingers and the heated velvet of his cock. Though not as long as his friend’s shaft, he was so thick she could barely circle her fist around him. Really huge, a beast like his could cause pain if his lover wasn’t prepared for it.

  “Don’t worry,” he said. “I’ll make you ready.”

  “I know you will.”

  “Then it’s about time you let me do it, don’t you think?” Before she could wonder about where they’d actually do the deed, he guided her downward onto the floor. The carpeting here wasn’t exactly plush, but it nevertheless provided some cushioning. She needn’t have worried, though, because he immediately set to driving thoughts of anything else but him completely out of her mind.

  He kissed her, of course. The same way he had earlier, with just enough pressure to urge her lips apart in a demand for more. Whimpering into his mouth, she took his face between her hands so that she could devour him.