For a whisper of a moment he lay still, giving her time to adjust to his entry, and then he was moving, thrusting slowly at first then more forcefully as she writhed in his arms. When she gasped and clung to him the fire inside him flared up and trapped his breath in his lungs, making him gasp for air.
Soon it was his body that was in control and he was thrusting toward his peak, driving into her until all his lust, passion and desire exploded inside her, leaving him panting and drained.
He looked at her then and what he saw made his breath catch in his throat. She was staring up at him, her eyes misty with tears, and she was smiling. Had it been as good for her as it had been for him? It had been sweet, too sweet in fact. He’d peaked a lot quicker than normal. There was something about this girl that drove him to distraction, made him lose his cool. But not to worry. The night was still young and he planned to drink his fill of her, get her out of his system then purge her for good. By the end of the night Miss Erin Samuels would know not to mess with the big boys.
***
The sun was just peeping out on the world and the birds were beginning the morning’s serenade when Erin woke to feel warm hands on her br**sts. Eyes still closed, she sighed and turned to give Dare greater access to her and when he replaced his hands with his lips she moaned beneath his caress.
They made sweet love that morning and although her body ached from the vigor of Dare’s attention, it was a pleasing ache that came with a feeling of total satisfaction. She’d never experienced anything like this in her life.
When he turned his head on the pillow and looked over at her she felt the blush rise in her face. She’d actually spent the entire night in this man’s bed. Who would have thought that she’d have had the courage? She, who had avoided men like the plague? She felt a giggle rise in her throat as her thoughts went to her roommates. They would rib her mercilessly when she got back. Her first ‘sleep over’ with a man. She could hardly believe it herself. She would just have to put this down to ‘island fever’.
But it was more than ‘island fever’. Since the day they met there was something about Dare that had drawn her to him. Maybe that was why she’d picked him out of all the men at the bar. It was almost as if she’d had no choice in the matter. And then they’d had this night together. This wonderful, wonderful night. At first she’d been scared but then she’d relaxed in his care, feeling that for the first time in her life she’d found a man she could trust.
She was still curled up beside him in the bed, lost in her thoughts, when Dare’s voice pulled her out of her reverie.
“Well, you’ve served your purpose. Time to go.”
At Dare’s words Erin’s eyes snapped back into focus and she stared up at him. “Excuse me?”
“Time to go,” he said again. He leaned back on his pillow and locked his arms behind his head in a gesture of relaxation. “You wanted a taste of a billionaire and I wanted a taste of you. We both got what we wanted so now it’s time for you to get out.”
Dear God, what was he saying? Eyes wide, Erin clutched the sheet to her br**sts and sat up. “Are…are you throwing me out?” She held her breath, praying he would burst out laughing and tell her he’d been pulling her leg. But no, to her horror he was nodding, a smug expression on his face.
“Yep,” he said and this time he did laugh but it was a bitter laugh that sounded mean and ugly to her ears.
“I know girls like you,” he said, his voice harsh and brittle as brass, “gold-diggers on the lookout for the richest man they can find. You get him to sleep with you, get him to fall for you and then you take him for all he’s got.” He chuckled. “I’m on to your game, babe. This is one rich dude you’re not going to take for a ride.”
The blood turned to ice in Erin’s veins. If he’d hauled off and slapped her across the face she could not have been more shocked. Or hurt. Or devastated.
She now realized the truth. Dare, this man she thought she had come to know, had never been attracted to her. He’d never felt anything for her. All he had wanted was to get her into his bed, use her, and then toss her away like disposable dinnerware.
Heat rushed to her face then drained away leaving her cold and shivering and dazed. Then as the chill of his words encircled her heart, turning it into a solid block of ice, she dropped the covers, no longer caring, and stumbled out of the bed. Almost blindly, she fumbled around on the floor reaching for her bra under the chair, her panties under the bed and her dress, now a crumpled mass of black silk on the floor. It looked like exactly how she felt – trampled, damaged and discarded.
With a sob she kneeled on the floor and put on her panties and bra then pulled the dress over her head. Her purse and her shoes were nowhere to be seen.
Slowly she got up and walked on unsteady feet across the room. She wanted to cry. She wanted to throw herself on the floor and bawl. But she would not. She would never give this man the satisfaction of knowing how much he had hurt her. Even though she was dying inside she lifted her chin and without a backward glance she walked out of the room.
She found her shoes and purse in the living room. She retrieved them and then she walked out of Dare’s villa and out of his life.
***
A heel. That was what Dare felt like as he lay on the bed staring up at the ceiling. It had been over twenty minutes since Erin left his villa and still he had not moved. The look on the girl’s face, the sight of her dejection had floored him.
Had he made a mistake? Had he been wrong in how he’d judged her? It couldn’t be. She’d come on to him at the pool and just like he’d expected she’d found a way to conveniently bump into him again, this time at the bar. She’d even jumped at his invitation to dinner. And even more telling, she’d had no objection when he had taken her to his place. She’d given him every indication that she was after something and he’d been right to cut her loose.
Then why did he feel so low? Was it because of the panic he’d seen in her eyes? Was it the way she’d clung to him each time they made love? Was it the hurt he’d seen in her eyes?