With great difficulty she raised her aching arms to cover her eyes, trying to hide the searing disappointment that must surely be showing on her woebegone face.
A few seconds later she heard him moving about again, and slid a couple of fingers aside to watch.
Her heart hitched as Christian strode across to the bedroom door, locked it, and turned toward the huge bed, rubbing himself dry with one of the big white towels.
She registered the locked door only seconds later. Was he...? Would he...?
Her eyes slid all over him, appreciating his lean strength and beauty...the breadth of his chest and shoulders...his taut belly bisected by the arrogant jut of his long cock.
He’s locked the door?
All the breath left her body as she thought about that. He’d locked the door because he didn’t want them to be discovered. So what was he planning?
She lay waiting and watching as he approached the tumbled bed. She let her hands fall from her face. Christian bent and blotted the towel gently over her bruised shoulders and breasts, her waist, her belly-button—and followed with his lips.
He ran tender fingers over the inflamed graze on her hip, and dropped the softest of kisses there. Cradled her bandaged knee in both his big hands. And kissed her thigh next to the bandage.
Her breath drifted out in a long soft sigh.
“Christian,” she murmured, feeling the frantic pulse of her blood under his lips. She could barely stay still. Every instinct was to grasp his hair and pull him closer.
He dragged his mouth over her skin just a little lower. And lower. As his lips slid along her thigh, his big hands pressed her legs ever more open until he could settle his face between them.
Fiona moaned as his bristled cheek rasped down and his hot mouth trailed small kisses over her yearning skin. Then she arched off the pillows with an astounded gasp as his tongue began to flick and lick over thousands of closely-packed nerve-endings.
Slowly she lay back and buried her hands in his inky hair, loving the soft caress of it past her fingers. Her fingertips trailed down his neck and out over his shoulders. And then, as spasms of pleasure-pain started to surge through her, her hands grabbed with hunger, and her nails dug into his flesh.
She whispered his name, over and over, as he hovered above her. For long intense minutes he licked and softly suckled, murmuring against her slick flesh, taking her to the very brink of orgasm and then retreating again, over and over.
As she writhed against the pillows, her eyes feasted on his engorged dark cock in the shadow beneath his body. It moved with a will of its own—pulsing, flexing, for all the world like a dog scenting prey.
Hunting for me.
And as that thought hit home, so did a great wave of ecstasy...rolling up from somewhere so deep that an animal howl of pleasure was wrenched from her, and repeated and repeated ever more softly with each contraction of her body.
CHAPTER TEN
Fiona lay boneless, drugged, stranded, as Christian repositioned himself to rest with his cheek on her inner thigh. He kissed the soft skin there and waited for her to return to him.
Eventually she stirred, and he glanced up with a raised eyebrow and an enquiring smile.
“Yes?”
“Oh God, Christian...”
“Quite a definite yes, then?”
“Total yes. Totally fantastic. Yes, you’re wonderful. Yes, we shouldn’t have done it, but...” She tried to lever herself off the pillows and he stopped her by laying a long arm the length of her body and pressing her down again.
“Lie still.”
“But it’s your turn.”
“Your turn was my turn.” His eyes held hers and his smile flashed white.
“What...?”
“Lie down—you’re in no shape for anything more.”
She watched as he uncoiled himself until he stretched above her like a living cage. His long shaft brushed against her thigh.
He flicked his tongue out, quick as a snake’s, and ran it over her nipple. A sudden flash of his tongue wrapping around one of yesterday’s strawberries came unbidden to her brain. She’d watched it slide over the rosy fruit... then seen his teeth bite down.
“Hurt me, Christian,” she implored. “Punish me for wanting you so much.”
He parted his lips and closed them around her; then his teeth followed. She felt firm suction followed by delicious near-pain as he nipped and worried at her, and couldn’t hold back a soft grunt of satisfaction.
He released her and smiled before moving to her other breast in a progression of small soft kisses down one pale slope and up the next. This time he held her eyes with his as he settled his teeth into her more firmly, drawing his lips back and letting her see the source of her pleasure.
“There is no way that should feel so good,” she whispered, reaching down between their bodies to wrap her hand around him and return the favor.