His thumbs pressed her clit between them, pulling the hood back as he fluttered his tongue gently over her little button. She gasped and arched, knowing her orgasm was imminent, unable to stop it, and knowing, too, that he hadn’t told her to come.
“Kaiser! Oh!” She managed that brief warning before she was overcome, her pussy contracting around the fingers he slid suddenly, swiftly inside her, the sweet throbbing revealing her furious climax even if she’d been able to attempt hiding it. “Oh god, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” she whispered as he rose up between her thighs, but he just rubbed his wet fingers over her lips, making her suck them, taste herself.
His cock was free in an instant and pressing against the still-pulsing flesh of her opening. Heidi cried out as his fingers slid deeper into her mouth and he began to thrust. She gasped and wrapped her legs around his waist, wanting more, all of him, sucking the tangy taste of her pussy off his fingers.
“Ahhhh fuck, Heidi, you’re so good,” he murmured, pinning her already-restrained arms above her head, her wrists encircled in one of his large hands, followed quickly by the other, his full weight on her now, and she wanted him, all of him.
“More,” she begged, digging her heels in. “Harder, oh, please, I want more, more!”
He grunted and thrust into her harder, faster, deeper, driving her back on the bed until her hands pressed, palms flat, against the headboard, trying to keep them both from sailing straight through the wall. And still, it wasn’t enough.
“Give me everything!” she whispered into his ear, feeling his ragged breath against her neck. “All of it, please, I want you, I want you, I want—”
His mouth came down on hers, crushing her into silence, capturing her breath, her heart, in one swift motion. The moment it happened, he was hers and she swallowed his groan, forgetting herself and slipping her tied hands around his neck as his mouth slanted across her own with reckless abandon.
Their tongues tangled and she raked her nails through the hair at the nape of his neck, the kiss moving from passion to soft wonder as she felt him trembling above her, his belly clenching, his hips thrusting deep once, again. He gave a shuddering sigh as he collapsed onto her and when he tried to move away, she kept him there with the hands he had tied, pressing his head to her breasts. He relented, pulled the comforter over them both, caught in the circle of her arms.
“I love you.” She whispered the words, not even sure from the deep, even sound of his breathing that he was awake to hear her. She didn’t care.
Nothing mattered—the show tomorrow, Lenny’s ignored voicemails on her phone, Andrea Paxton’s deception, Carvel’s double-cross—nothing mattered but the man in her bed, in her life, and she held onto him tightly far into the night. Even when they moved to find a more comfortable position, she stayed bound and tangled in his arms.
Heidi was in tears. She’d called Andrea’s cell phone at least a hundred times since that morning with no answer. Had she abandoned Kaiser already, then, and decided to pull out? Kaiser had kept close-mouthed about the “Andrea Paxton situation,” as he dubbed it, and wouldn’t tell her anything at all.
“Heidi, bella, this is Roberto Carvel. Call me! I can’t find Andrea Paxton. Has she contacted you?”
She deleted the message, swallowing the lump in her throat, going to the next.
“Heidi, Lenny. Listen, I have to--” She deleted that one without listening to it.
“Coming through!” It was a model wearing one of the last dresses in the line just before Andrea’s debut began, and Heidi went in the other direction, walking past models already dressed and ready to go out, wearing dresses based on designs Andrea had stolen from her. Heidi stopped and adjusted the feathery front on one of the dresses without thinking, something Andrea should have been here to do. Where the hell was she?
“It should flow when you walk,” Heidi explained to the model. “Like water.”
The brunette raised her eyebrows in surprise and Heidi flushed.#p#分页标题#e#
“Heidi!” It was Kaiser. Oh god. What was she going to tell him?
“I’m sorry.” She was apologizing before she even turned around to face him. “I don’t—”
“Come with me,” he ordered, taking her hand and literally pulling her with him. “I’ve been calling you for fifteen minutes! Don’t you answer your phone?”
She looked down at the cell in her hand—the reception wasn’t the best—it was blinking with more messages. She hadn’t quite gotten that far. Kaiser led her up a flight of stairs—she nearly fell twice trying to keep up with his long strides—and down another hallway. The sound of the crowd was almost deafening as he pushed her in front of him down the front row, putting her into one of two empty seats.