She shivered in his arms.
“Cold?” he murmured.
“No. I’m glowing all over.” Her eyes were wide, her pupils dilated.
He smiled. How many years had he dreamed about this? He brushed his lips against hers. “You’re sure?”
She swallowed. “Do you want me?”
“Honey, at the moment I want you more than anything I’ve ever wanted in my entire life.” It was true—he’d have given up the takeover, his Cambridge degree, his house in Islington, everything. He burned for her, and he couldn’t believe she wanted to go to bed with him.
“Then I’m sure.”
He caught his breath. She really wanted this.
“Christ, you’re beautiful,” he murmured, filled with anticipation and desire at the thought of what lay ahead of them. At his words, though, her eyes grew glassy, filled with unshed tears, and concern filtered through him. “What’s the matter?”
She gave a little shake of her head and smiled. “Nothing. I just…I can’t believe my luck.” She laughed and rubbed her nose.
Pleasure flooded him. She couldn’t believe her luck! Poor Megan. Treated so abysmally by her fiancé that she thought there was something wrong with her.
The snow fell softly on her dark hair and her face, making her eyelids flutter. She looked like the angel on top of the huge tree in Old Town Square, shining in the darkness, keeping away all his doubts and fears.
He moved a little closer and pulled her tightly into his arms. Behind her back, he tugged off his gloves and dropped them to the ground. Then he raised one hand and slid it into her hair, which slipped through his fingers like silk. He twisted it around his hand, forcing her head back so she looked into his eyes. Hers widened and lit with excitement, and she rested her hands on his chest, fingers splayed as if she itched to feel his body through the thick coat.
Trying to keep his passion under control, at least for the moment, he lowered his lips and kissed her.
Her mouth was cool, her lips incredibly soft. He pressed light kisses across them, and then, as her lips parted in a sigh, he brushed his tongue into her mouth. Her reaction surprised him—he’d expected her to gasp, maybe even pull back. Why, he wasn’t sure. Perhaps he’d been thinking about her as a virgin, a shy fifteen-year-old girl who needed leading all the way.
Instead, she groaned and reached up on tiptoe to press against him, raising her arms around his neck. She returned the kiss wholeheartedly, and lust shot through him at a million miles an hour as she slid her fingers into his hair and plunged her tongue into his mouth. He dropped his arm and tightened both around her, moulding her as firmly to him as he could through their thick coats, and deepening the kiss, his senses spinning.
The sound of people cheering eventually drew them apart, and they pulled back and glanced over to see a group of people—obviously out for a late night walk—laughing and clapping as they walked past. One shouted something in Czech, and then another added in English, “A wonderful night for romance!”
“It is.” Dion grinned then dropped his gaze back to Megan’s to see her eyes filled with laughter. He released her and picked up his gloves, then took her hand. “Are you sure?” he asked her again, heart pounding.
She nodded, glowing with excitement. “I’m sure.”
“Come on then.”
Chapter Eleven
They practically ran back to the hotel, laughing all the way and stopping periodically for cold, breathless kisses. When they reached the hotel doors, they shook off the snow before entering the glowing warmth of the foyer.
Megan went to walk over to the elevators, but Dion stopped her. “Just a sec.” He gestured to the men’s room.
“You can use the bathroom in my room,” she said.
He grinned at her. “Actually there’s something I need to buy.”
Heat rushed through her. He meant condoms. “Oh. Don’t you have any?”
He gave her an impatient look. “No. I wasn’t expecting to get lucky. I’ll only be a minute.” He walked off.
She wrapped her arms around her, trying not to give a little dance on the spot. His words pleased her, because it meant that he hadn’t just been looking for any girl to have sex with. He’d been as surprised by this as she was.
She bit her lip—perhaps she should be more cautious. She felt both excited and nervous at the thought of sleeping with a stranger—or at least, a man she didn’t know well. It had taken her a few months of dating to build up the courage to sleep with Cody, and even then she’d been quite anxious and hadn’t enjoyed it that much initially.
But then Dion wasn’t just any man. She’d dreamed about this for years. And so what if they hadn’t been on a hundred dates? This was the twenty-first century, for heaven’s sake—people had one night stands all the time. They’d take precautions. And anyway, nobody need ever know. It would be her secret, something she could keep locked away in her heart and take out when alone to examine and think about.
He came out within a minute, walking swiftly across the carpeted floor toward her, so handsome in his dark coat. Her heart leapt at the sight of him, and suddenly she knew everything was going to be all right.
He grabbed her hand and headed toward the elevators, eyes dancing.
“All good?” she said breathlessly.
“Yep.” He patted his pocket before pressing the button to call for the elevator. Then he turned to face her. “I got twelve, in case we need them.”
Her eyes widened, and he burst out laughing.
“I think I might pass out from lust if we don’t get to the room soon,” she mumbled.
“Patience,” he murmured, pulling her into his arms and nuzzling her neck. “Only a few more minutes.”
The elevator dinged, the doors slid open and they went inside. She slipped her keycard into the slot and pressed the button for her floor, and the doors slid shut.
As the elevator rose, Dion put his arms around her and kissed her again, cupping her head and holding her tightly as his tongue danced with hers. She had trouble catching her breath. Cody had never kissed her like this, ever. It was only now that she realised how lacklustre their relationship had been.
Had he ever really desired her? Had she ever really desired him? Truth to tell, she hadn’t given it any thought, but now she knew she’d never had the sort of passion for him that a woman should feel for her fiancé. They’d fallen into a relationship almost by accident, moving from friendship to lovers because it was the next step more than out of a burning desire to have one another. It wasn’t Cody’s fault. True, he should have suggested they break up before he slept with another woman, but ultimately the decision had been the right one.
But she wouldn’t think about Cody now, not with Dion setting her alight. She couldn’t believe her heart pounded so hard at a mere kiss. How fast would it go when he got his hands on her?
Her head spun and she drew a long, relieved breath when the elevator dinged again and he pulled back. Holding her hand, he marched down the corridor and she trotted along behind him. He took her keycard and checked the number, stopped outside the room and slid the keycard into the slot.
Megan preceded him into the room and turned the light on, bathing it in a golden glow. Luckily she’d left the heating on and the place was warm and toasty.
“Wow.” Dion stopped and stared at the four poster bed. “That’s fantastic.”
“Not so much fun when you’re single,” she said wryly, thinking that if her heart pounded any harder she might pass out.
“Useful for tying a partner to, though.” His eyes twinkled.
She stared at him. “Dion!”
“What?” He dropped their coats over a chair, put his hands on her hips and walked her backward until she met one of the posts of the bed with a bump. He took out the packet of condoms and threw it on the bed. Then, interlacing the fingers of both their hands, he lifted them and pinned hers above her head. “I thought you didn’t want vanilla,” he murmured, planting soft kiss
es along her jaw to her ear.
“Oh…um…” She closed her eyes as he touched his tongue to the pulse point on her neck. “I don’t.” She was not going to think about the fact that she and Cody had only ever had sex in bed, usually lying down, with him on top. “I’m…um…not sure what I do want though.”
“Oh, I think I know what you want,” he said silkily. He nipped her earlobe, making her gasp, then sucked it and ran his tongue around the shell of her ear. “You want to be desired.” His deep voice made her melt from the stomach up, as if she were a block of ice left out in the sun. “You don’t want pleases and thankyous, and nice-and-polite, and gentle affection.” He kissed down her jaw to her mouth and let his lips hover above hers. “You want a man to want you more than any other woman he’s ever met—so much so that it drives him mad.” His eyes bored into hers, intense and demanding.
She swallowed, her breasts heaving and pressing against his chest. “Yes.”
“Well, Megan, I can safely say that I’ve never wanted a woman as much as I want you at this moment.” He ran his gaze down her, lingering almost insolently on her breasts and making her ache with desire. His thumbs stroked her palms, but he didn’t release her hands. “And I’m not leaving this room until I’ve had you. Several times, in as many places and positions as we can manage, and until you’ve had at least half a dozen orgasms.”
Her face flamed. “Oh dear God.”
He chuckled. “Can you cope with that?”
Her knees wobbled. “Possibly not,” she squeaked.
He moved closer, pressing her up against the bedpost. “Tough.” And then he kissed her.
She’d never been kissed like it. If the kiss in the elevator had warmed her, then this set her alight. He crushed his lips to hers and plunged his tongue into her mouth, tasting her, groaning as she returned it enthusiastically. She tugged her hands, wanting to touch him, and he released them, pulling her forward to tighten his arms around her. She brushed her thumb against his cheek, feeling the unfamiliar scrape of stubble against the pad, then slipped her fingers into his hair, loving the way the short strands at the back turned longer and silkier on top.
“Time we got some of these clothes off,” he murmured.
“Yes,” she agreed. More than anything she wanted to feel him against her and touch his warm skin.
Unfortunately, however, that also meant taking off her own clothes. What if he didn’t like what he saw underneath? At least she was wearing the pretty underwear she’d bought for the holiday. Be grateful for small mercies, Megan. In her head, she thanked anyone listening from above that she wasn’t wearing the all-in-one body smoother she might otherwise have put on underneath such a figure hugging dress.
She unbuttoned his jacket and pushed it off his shoulders, and he caught it as it slipped down and tossed it onto a nearby chair.
“You wear a suit really well.” Wide-eyed, she smoothed her hands over his waistcoat.
“All men look good in a suit.” He kissed her again, halting her reply, but she pushed him back for a moment, enjoying the view too much.
“That may be true, but you…well, you’re just…gorgeous.” She ran her hands down to his hips and paused. His erection strained against his dark grey pants, and her fingers itched to touch it.
He looked down at himself, then back at her, amused. “You’re shocked? You look fantastic in that dress. Half of me would like to fuck you in it, but the other half wants you naked, and I’m afraid that half is winning.” His eyes were challenging. He wanted to shock her.
She caught her breath at his words, his raw announcement both scandalous and exciting. She’d never been brave enough to talk dirty with Cody, as if their relationship had been a shallow sea that prohibited diving. But Dion’s words gave her courage and made her want to plunge into this exciting, unusual ocean of discovery head first.
She moved a hand from his hips to the front of his pants, slid it down his erection, then back up. “And I want that in me,” she said, lowering her voice. “Now.”
He met her gaze, and then to her surprise gave a bark of laughter before cupping her face in his hands. “There’s my girl.” He kissed her hungrily while behind her back he found her zipper and drew it down her spine, the brush of his fingers on her bare skin sending shivers through her. Then he moved back and bent to take the hem of her dress in his hands. He drew it smoothly up her body, and she raised her arms for him to lift it over her head.
He dropped it carefully on top of his jacket, then came back to study her, his hands on her hips. “Fuck me, you’re stunning.”
Her cheeks burned, but as his gaze raked her from the lacy black bra down to her barely-there panties, she tucked her hands behind her butt so she couldn’t cover herself and let him admire her, meeting his gaze openly as he raised his to meet hers.
“You like?” she asked innocently. In spite of her nerves, she knew she didn’t have a bad figure.
He smiled ruefully. “You have no idea how many times I’ve tried to picture you naked over the years.”
“Really?” She had difficult believing it.
“Really.” He watched her as she began to unbutton his waistcoat. “I tried to imagine how you’d grown up, but I never thought you’d look as amazing as this.”
“Oh stop it,” she scoffed, pushing the waistcoat off his shoulders. “You’re going to get in my panties, you don’t have to keep on.”
He let the waistcoat drop, then took her hands and moved them behind her back. “Someone seriously needs to teach you how desirable you are.” He held her tightly as he nipped her bottom lip with his teeth.
“Mm…” She lifted her chin, trying to play the game. “And I suppose you think you’re the man for the job?”
“Yes,” he growled, and behind her back his fingers moved to her bra strap, and then the elastic gave.
He released her arms and drew the bra down them before throwing it to one side. Then he pushed her back up against the bedpost, none too gently, and moved close to her, pinioning her against the post.
She splayed her fingers on his white shirt, conscious of her bare chest pressing against the white shirt, overwhelmed by his height and breadth and passion.
“And now I’m going to show you,” he whispered.
“I…oh…” She caught her breath as he cupped her breasts in his hands and ran his thumbs across her nipples. They’d softened in the warm atmosphere, but as he teased them with his fingers they tightened into firm buds.
He kissed her as he played with them, rolling them gently with the pads of his thumb, and then plucking them more firmly until she moaned with pleasure, an ache growing between her thighs.
He lowered his head and took one in his mouth, and she arched her back, clenching her hand in his hair as he sucked it and laved it with his tongue then transferred his mouth to the other nipple. After sucking that one to a peak too, he came back to kiss her, his fingers now playing with the wet skin. It was so sensitive she could have come like that, but Dion had other ideas.
He lifted his head and toed off his shoes, then sank to his knees before her, still clothed, kissing down her ribs and stomach as he did so. Megan leaned back against the post, hoping it would help support her wobbly knees as he ran his hands up her thighs, followed by his tongue. She closed her eyes as he kissed across her hipbones and stomach and then nuzzled between her legs, inhaling as he did so.
“You smell so good,” he murmured, and she tipped back her head, biting her lip. Was this really happening? Please don’t let this all be a dream.
He hooked his fingers in her panties and pulled them down her legs. She stepped out of them, eyes still tightly closed, and then his hands were moving up her thighs and around to cup her bottom, kneading the muscles as he kissed across her pubic hair.
And then his tongue slid into her, and she gasped, the fingers of one hand tightening in his hair while the other clenched into a fist on his shoulder.
Dion murmured something indistinguishable a
nd buried his mouth in her, and she groaned and scraped her nails across his shoulder. He put a hand behind her knee and lifted it, and she rested a foot on the wooden ledge of the bed under the mattress, unable to believe she was actually doing this.
Now with better access, he moved a hand beneath her and teased her lips apart with his fingers. Then he brushed his tongue over her clit at the same time as he slid two fingers inside her.
Megan exclaimed out loud and looked up at the ceiling, struggling to retain some self-control. An orgasm hovered just out of reach, and her cheeks warmed that it had taken so little to turn her on.
But she couldn’t do much about it. His expert touch inside her, combined with the stroke of his tongue, made her traitorous body tighten in spite of her wish to wait.
“Dion,” she said with a gasp, and he responded by sucking her clit hard and pressing his fingers firmly inside her. She came blissfully, tipping her head back and giving herself over to the heavenly sensations, her muscles tightening around his fingers in long, exquisite pulses.
When the waves died down, he slowly kissed back up her body as he stood.
He pulled her into his arms and kissed her mouth, not seeming to care that she’d be able to taste her own arousal on his lips. “There,” he said when he eventually lifted his head. His warm hazel eyes were dark and intense. “And now we can really take our time.”
He started to unbutton his shirt, and she joined him with fumbling fingers. He just made me come with his mouth. Dear God. And he’d actually seemed to enjoy it. Cody hadn’t been fond of oral sex. Well, of giving it anyway.
“Thank you,” she whispered as she undid the last button.
He chuckled. “My pleasure, honey.” He bent to kiss her, then murmured, “you taste sublime.”
“Oh, goodness.” Her cheeks burned.
“What?” He ran his tongue along her bottom lip. “Don’t be embarrassed. It’s only me.”
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