In the next instant he returned the favour, his fingers moving quickly to the buttons of her top. But rather than discarding it immediately he placed his hands flat against her tummy and slowly began to move them upwards beneath the thin fabric.
Libby closed her eyes and arched her back against the wall, imagining the symmetrical pattern his hands were making on her body as they skimmed upwards until they reached her bra, where they changed shape in order to cup her breasts. It sent a dart of need between her legs so acute that it was painful.
‘Rion!’
Aroused, but frustrated by the material obstructions, she scrambled to discard both offending items herself. She rid herself of her top, but as it hit the floor his hands came behind her to work the fastening of her bra. Slowly he peeled it away from her body. Like a gift to be unwrapped, she thought glowingly, and enjoyed. Because, whilst he clearly hadn’t forgotten the way she liked to be touched, now he was revelling in the way he liked to touch her, stroking, kneading, tasting.
Libby groaned, and he smiled in delight, his hands going in search of more pleasure, trailing lower, finding the globes of her bottom beneath her skirt, reaching for the hook, the zip. She kicked off her sandals, the marble floor cold beneath her feet, and in seconds she was completely naked before him.
Desperate for him to join her, she began to feather kisses down his chest whilst her hands moved to unbutton his trousers. He moaned in encouragement, but it excited her so much that her fingers lost their way.
He came to her aid, discarding the rest of his clothes at speed—only stopping to slip his leather wallet out of his trouser pocket before they hit the ground. But Libby didn’t even notice. She was too transfixed by the smooth beauty of his erection.
She’d had the instinctive desire to touch him in all his glory since the very first time she’d seen him naked, but in the past he’d always steered her hand away. Now, encouraged by his pleasure at her exploration of his chest, she pushed those memories aside and took his tip between her fingers, running her thumb around its head.
She felt his whole body go still, his breathing become loud and fast and irregular. She looked up, excitement rippling through her at the effect she was having on him. His eyes were wide and black with desire. She moved her hand to stroke the whole length of him. His eyes grew darker still. This time he did not stop her.
At least not until it was obvious to both of them that unless she stopped now, this was going to be over too soon.
Instantly he turned his attention back to his wallet. He’d already torn open the silver foil before it occurred to Libby that his protecting himself was actually unnecessary, given that she was on the pill. She’d only gone on it for the convenience of knowing when to expect her previously irregular periods whilst travelling, had never had reason to consider its other function before. But she sensed it would rather shatter the mood if she suddenly tried to explain that now, when his hands were already sweeping purposefully up thighs, beneath her bottom…
Deftly, his upper body taut with strength, Rion lifted her up and took a step forward, so that her back was supported by the wall. Libby gasped at the sheer eroticism of what his body was proposing, but as she wrapped her legs around his waist, her body accepted it instinctively.
The feeling as he drove into her was exquisite. Maybe it was sinful, a crime against her sex to be glad that he’d made no attempt to tenderly touch her, to check that she was ready for him first. But to her it was proof that they’d never been closer. That he understood he could toss the rulebook out of the window because she couldn’t wait a moment longer. Any more than he could.
His thrusts were urgent, primitive, perfect. She looked down at his thick dark hair, ran her hands through it, over the hard muscles of his arms that held her there so effortlessly, loving the incongruent looks of both power and powerlessness she saw intermittently on his face, heard in the shameless, guttural sounds that he mouthed into the hollow of her shoulder.
She leaned her head against the wall, the movement arching her back so that she could feel her nipples graze the taut plane of his chest. Every nerve-ending in her body was tight—no, loose—no, a whole mixture of sensations. As if her body had given up trying to work out which ones it was supposed to be possible to feel at the same time and was just making her feel everything.
‘Oh!’
Her internal muscles began to contract around his hardness, but she wanted him to go first. Taking a risk that she could hold on, she wrapped her legs around his back even more tightly and drew him in deeper.
It was a risk worth taking, because at the exact moment that her muscles clamped around him totally she felt Rion give one final, colossal thrust and cry out his own release.