From a Night Stand to a Lifetime

004

Zara’s Pov

"Stalking you?" I let out a mocking laugh and pushed away from the man's body, "You're the one who's stalking me. What are you doing here?"

"Oh, he's not_" the receptionist started but he raised a hand to stop her, eyes never leaving mine.

"From the looks of it, you're just checking in and I've been here for over an hour, so it's quite obvious you're the one stalking me."

I rolled my eyes, "Trust me, based on that lousy kiss, I should have taken the first flight to Timbuktu so I would never have to see you again and relive the experience."

My gaze trailed down his body. Nope, my brain hadn't exaggerated how smoking hot the man was. He was tall, over six feet tall with wide shoulders that were now in a maroon cashmere sweater over a white button-up shirt. Navy-tailored pants encased his long legs.

He looked every inch the gentleman but I knew that it was just a facade to hide what he truly was. A rude, mannerless, playboy. I had no time for men like him. Especially not after what I had just gone through with my ex.

At the reminder that I was here alone without a fiance, my fury at the stranger drained away replaced by crushing sadness.

The man's grey eyes narrowed to a slit, "Are you here to see someone?"

"She's in the honeymoon suite," the receptionist piped in.

I turned my glower on her, wondering who the f**k had asked her that. Couldn't she mind her damn business?

The man's eyes immediately dropped to my now bare finger and he smirked, "Hunh. Seems like your fiance won't be joining you."

Fury immediately filled me and I curled my fingers into fists at my side and took a threatening step forward, "You thoughtless asshole."

"Am I supposed to pity you that another man was too stupid to keep you?" He asked mockingly, "Trust me, the rest of the male population will be very glad to see you back on the market."

"Like you?" I snorted, "If you think I'm going to fall into your disease-ridden bed and be another notch on your headboard just because I'm single, you better think again."

The stranger threw back his head and let out a loud laugh, "We can do it in your bed if you're afraid of the diseases in my bed."

I made a face to show him what I thought about that idea, "Don't waste your time. You're not my type."

"I know."

"What's that supposed to mean."

He shrugged, "Just a guess, your type is wealthy, corporate assholes disguised as nice guys whose assistants will send you flowers and jewelry and make you believe they are so thoughtful. Assholes who don't know their way around a woman's body and will call you frigid to hide their lack of skill. They'll also most probably be cheating with someone close to you because they are too pathetic and lazy to go farther away."

My mouth had dropped to the ground as I stared at him laying my entire life bare. I had been such a fool.

"You talk a big game," I whispered, "You have one try to convince me that you're not a complete waste of my time."

"Excuse me?" The man looked startled like my words were the last thing he had been expecting.

Ignoring him, I began to pull my suitcase towards my hut. I paused to look over my shoulder at him, "Are you coming or not?"

"I didn't think you had it on you."

"I'm full of surprises."

My heart was somewhere in my throat as I led the stranger to my honeymoon suite littered with rose petals.

What was I doing? I couldn't just go from ending my engagement to Asher to bringing a man I didn't know to my bed no matter how hot he was.

I turned to tell him I had changed my mind but his mouth suddenly covered mine, hot, insistent, and hungry. I stilled for a second and then I was kissing him back, just as hot and as desperate for it.

I had been kissed a hundred times by Asher but he had never devoured me like this. Like I was oxygen and he needed me to breathe.

I revelled in the kiss and I went willingly as he lifted me till my legs went around his waist. He carried me to the bed and dropped me down into it, his mouth never leaving mine.

He covered my body with his larger one, his hard length pressed against my stomach making my breath hitch in my throat.

Oh my God.

He was huge.

"Are you sure?" He asked, his mouth trailing down my jaw to my neck. I let out a low moan as pleasure zinged over my skin, causing the tip of my peaks to stiff.

"Oh God, please," I cried, hands fisting into the front of his sweater.

"I'm going to make you scream, sweetheart."

"All talk and no action," I panted as his hands trailed up my thigh, "I'm beginning to think all you do is talk. No wonder_"

My words ended with a cry of pleasure as his hand came down on my kitten. I gaped at him, "Did you just spank me?"

"Yes," he cupped my flower garden through the soaked lace of my undies, "And I'll do it again if you don't shut your mouth. Or maybe you want me to fill your mouth shut." His grey eyes darkened.

The look caused electricity to course through me. When he kissed me again, I opened my mouth for him, allowing his tongue to slip in and curl around mine.

His large hands grabbed the front of my dress and then he ripped it right down the middle. By the time I was completely bare under him, I was shaking with need.

"Goodness, you're so beautiful," he growled, "I'm going to ruin you for other men, darling. When I'm done with you, you're never going to want another man's hands on you."

Oh God.