His laugh was scornful. ‘Hardly. I played like a dromedary.’
‘Why?’
He stared at her hard. If she didn’t know why, then she didn’t have one intuitive bone in her body. Couldn’t she feel his desire? Wasn’t it hitting her in waves?
‘I was thinking of you,’ he said, having reached that point of no return again. ‘Thinking of you, back here, sitting at your desk stark naked, your legs apart, with my mouth between them.’
He watched with dark triumph at the way her eyes widened, then glittered. So she wasn’t as cool as she was pretending to be.
He smiled his satisfaction. ‘Now that I’m here, however, I have a different fantasy. Come share my shower with me,’ he said, and held out his hand towards her.
She didn’t move. ‘But you said that ’
‘I know what I said,’ he snapped. ‘I’ve changed my mind.’
Still, she didn’t move.
No way was he going to let her reject him. No way!
‘Don’t make me blackmail you again, Kathryn,’ he growled. ‘Come with me of your own free will. Do it because you want to, not because you’re forced to.’
Something flickered in her eyes. He wasn’t sure what. ‘I I have to turn on the answering machine first,’ she said with a deliciously telling tremor to her voice. ‘And lock the door. We can’t just leave the office unattended and wide open.’
‘I’ll wait.’
Kathryn could not believe how turned-on she was. Even before she came back into his office. Even before he pulled her into his arms and kissed her, long and hard. He didn’t make small talk for once, just led her upstairs to his father’s penthouse and into the guest-room en suite, where he undressed her very slowly and very silently.
She was trembling by the time she stood, naked, before him.
‘Now you undress me,’ he said, breaking his silence at last.
He had to help her a little with his top, his being so tall. But he let her do the rest. When she went down on her knees to remove his shoes and socks, he groaned. When she finally pushed his underpants downwards, releasing his erection, he groaned again. But when she went to touch him he said ‘No’ sharply and spun away to turn on the shower taps.
Hugh chose a green shower gel which smelt faintly of apple, pouring a generous amount into the middle of the sea sponge before handing it to her.
‘Wash me well, wench,’ he ordered in a gravelly voice. ‘Like I said, I’m sweaty from golf.’
It was the most erotic thing she’d ever done, washing him well, her heartbeat galloping as she stroked the soap-slicked sponge over his shoulders and chest before rubbing it over his taut stomach, then sliding it down lower. His sex seemed to swell even further under her hand, its obvious excitement calling to her to kneel down and take it into her mouth.
Her lips tightened around him and he came, crying out with raw pleasure as his seed flowed freely into the heat of her mouth.
She didn’t mind. She didn’t care. She was off in another world where she would have done anything to please him, anything at all
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
IT HAD happened again, Hugh thought almost despairingly as he leant back against the tiles. That rush of emotion, that dreadfully weak, intensely loving feeling when he’d wanted to yank her to her feet and crush her to him and tell her, No, I don’t want you to do that. I want to make love to you properly. I want to be inside you. I want to see your eyes.
Even as he drew her up onto her feet, he still wanted that.
But it isn’t true love, he reminded himself forcefully as he watched her tip her face up into the spray. Because it only happened to him during sex. It was, however, extremely convincing and confusing. He could almost understand his father for marrying because of it.
Hell, he was marrying because of it. Kathryn had been right about that. Still, he knew it wouldn’t last, this feeling. Or their marriage. It was nothing but a convenience, to both of them.
But a brilliantly satisfying convenience, provided they could both keep their heads and not start imagining things.
Moving her away from the shower spray, he smoothed her wet hair back from her face and looked deep into her still dilated eyes.
‘Pity my golf game wasn’t tomorrow,’ he said. ‘I might have played better.’
‘I haven’t been able to concentrate either,’ she admitted in a rather shaken voice.
It worried him slightly, that admission. ‘You haven’t started thinking you’ve fallen in love with me, have you?’