An Heir to Bind Them(61)

“Are you cross? You seem angry,” Jaya said, backing away from him in the dimly lit lounge.

“Because I almost lost it up there along with you? Hell, no, I’m going insane.” He dragged at his clothes, shedding sword and bowtie and shoes as he stalked her. “Are you afraid of me right now?”

“What? No, not really, but—oh!” She came up against the bottom stair, surprised he’d steered her this way. “You seem really, um... What if the housekeeper comes back and finds your clothes all over the house like this?”

“She won’t come back uninvited.” His vest hit the floor. “Keep going.” He jerked his chin at the upper floor, urging her to back up the stairs.

“You’re kind of being, um...” She didn’t know what the word was, but he was making her nervous. Not genuinely afraid, but she knew what a small animal felt like when stalked by a cat.

“Aggressive?” he prompted. “Impatient? I’m trusting you, my lovely bride. Keep going. One of these bedrooms is made up for us.”

“Trusting me? To what?” She hurried down the hall ahead of him, sending anxious glances over her shoulder as he followed at an implacable pace. “What do you mean? Oh! It’s so nice of them to do this...”

She entered an expansive bedroom where the scent of the sea wafted in through open balcony doors with the sensual push of each wave reaching for shore. Tea lights floated in glass globes of colored water, bringing a magical glow to the white sheets and sheer curtains around the canopied bed. An array of treats awaited on a side table beneath silver covers, but she didn’t lift the lids, too aware of the half-naked man, his hands lowering his fly as he stepped through the door and left it half-open.

The low light burnished his muscled chest and flat stomach, accentuating his abs. She found herself shaking too much with excitement to be able to remove so much as her grandmother’s heavy ring from her forefinger.

Theo moved toward her like he was a missile finding its target. His chest filled her vision and his aggressive masculine scent filled her nostrils, making her dizzy. Without thinking, she impulsively smoothed the narrow line of hair that arrowed down the center of his torso to his navel and lower to the exposed skin behind his loosened fly.

“I, um, don’t know what you mean about trusting me,” she said.

He sucked in a breath that pulled all his stomach muscles taut. He cupped the side of her face and made her look at him.

“I’m trusting you to tell me if I’m coming on too strong. Have you reached your limit? You’re shaking.”

“No! I want to touch you and be naked and feel you all over me but look at me! I can’t get out of any of this on my own and—”

He kissed her, hard and fierce, the thrust of his tongue forceful, but so welcome, so good. She sucked on him, wanting to eat him alive. They’d been kissing and fondling and teasing for weeks. Her dreams had been full of how he felt thrusting inside her. She couldn’t wait any longer. Modesty didn’t enter into it. Instinct took over.

With a grunt of hunger he backed toward the bed and sat, pulling her to straddle his legs, gathering her sari and underskirt as he pulled her into his lap. She knelt with her knees parted to hug his hips. The position put her eye to eye with him, mouth to mouth. They never stopped kissing and she couldn’t stop soaking in the feel of his skin with her splayed hands. Tiny noises escaped her, like an abandoned kitten then more of a purr when his hot hands slid up to cup the globes of her buttocks. She wriggled in his hold, loving the intimacy of it, wanting him to know how much pleasure his touch gave her.

Her whole body was filling with heat and excitement, blossoming like a flower coated in dew and sunlight.

With a ragged moan, he snapped her underpants, surprising her into gasping and lifting in surprise. He tugged them away and threw them to the floor then freed himself. She reached for the thrusting flesh he revealed, circling him with tentative fingers, reacquainting with the warm satin over hot steel.

The world contracted to this small circle of light where one man and one woman consummated their marriage, harsh breaths mingling as she helped him roll on a condom.

Wordlessly he guided her to lift and be open for him. She let her eyes drift closed as he guided his straining head to rub and tease. Soft gasps of anticipation escaped her and she dug her nails into his shoulders.

When she started to take him in, he gathered her swollen, aching breasts in two hard hands and bit through her sari at her nipples, making her cry out and arch, desperate for penetration. As she let her weight sink down, as her wet, ready sheath swallowed him, he dropped his head back and snarled at the ceiling.