The idea of the meal was tempting, and I smiled as I thought of him going to all this effort to fill me up. But I pushed my plate aside and slowly shook my head.
“What?” he asked, a small look of worry crossing his face. “What’d I forget?”
I slid out of my chair and boldly stepped to his side. My hands played with his hair, and the feel of his kiss penetrating my sheer sleeves made me moan. I grabbed his chin as our eyes met again.
“Not a single thing,” I whispered. “You’ve made this perfect for me.”
I expected him to fall into me, but Peter stayed like stone as he waited for me to speak again.
“But… but taking it slow doesn’t mean that we just have to eat,” I said.
Sliding to his feet, Peter grabbed my hands and pushed away from me. His lips circled into a soft sigh, and I held my breath as his eyes ran up and down my body.
“God, you’re gorgeous,” he said. “What…?”
I dared to step closer to him, and Peter curved his arm around my waist and dragged me back to his chest.
“… What are you hungry for?” he asked.
I gazed up at him and smiled shyly.
“You have to know by now,” I said.
Peter kissed my brow and lifted me into his arms. I held his neck tight as my head fell to his shoulder, and as a server with a silver tray poked his head behind the corner, Peter clicked his tongue and jutted his chin back towards the shadows.
“It’ll keep,” Peter said to him. “You’ll be paid for your time.”
The server disappeared, and I touched Peter’s face. We came to a stop in a mahogany hallway, and Peter braced our bodies against a dark wall.
“I do love the dress,” he said. “Sweet and sexy.”
His kissed my ringlets and brought his lips close to my ear.
“Just like you, Caroline.”
I blushed under his compliment, and when I summoned the strength to take his face in my hands, I gave him a quick wink.
“It was Sabrina’s idea,” I said.
“Oh? Well, score one for the friend. What did you have in mind before her suggestion?”
“Something… something black,” I said. “But she didn’t think that you’d like it.”
He was still holding me and I tilted my head to the side as I dared to tickle his chin.
“Would you have liked the black?” I asked.
“I’d like you in anything,” Peter said. “Or better still, nothing at all.”
Peter carried me into a dimly lit room. I narrowed my eyes and saw a king-sized bed downturned. There were rose petals scattered in a trail leading towards the bed, and as he set my feet on the fallen flowers, I kept my arms around his neck and smiled faintly.
“So you knew that it would end like this,” I teased.
“I hoped so, Caroline.”
Our lips met, and I started to reach behind my back when he seized my wrist.
“Slowly, Caroline,” he said. “I think that you had the right idea from the start.”
Chapter Eight
Peter pushed me to the edge of the bed, and when I was all but ready to fall onto the mattress, he fell to his knees, gripped my thighs and then I felt his hands trailing down my legs as he moaned into my skirt.
“I want to take my time with this,” he said. “To take my time with you.”
He settled his lips against my ankles, and I started to reach for him. My hands curled around his hair, and I sighed at the feel of his tongue lapping against my flesh. The sensation was only replaced by the feel of his hands pulling my feet from my heels.
“You really are starting slow,” I teased.
“I want your feet firmly on the ground,” he said. “Grant me this much.”
I relaxed as he slipped me out of my shoes, and as soon as my toes hit the floor, I felt as if I was standing tall and proud.
“There she is,” Peter said. “The masterpiece.”
He stood up and pressed his fingers to my waist. I relaxed under his hold, and Peter’s lips dotted my hair as his hands started to play up and down my back. I smiled when his touch was close to my neck and he brought me close to his lips. I moaned when he abandoned me there and resumed pushing his fingers into the Missoni. But it was still his touch, and then suddenly Peter turned me around and pushed me into the bed.
“Oh!” I gasped.
I fell into the sheets and gripped the silk as he moved to my side and stroked my hair.
“I like the dress, Caroline,” he started. “And I like you in it.”
“I can show you more,” I said seductively.
“Do you want to?”
I smiled and nodded as he stretched over my body, and I was still as he pressed his knees to my thighs and reached behind my back. His hands caught the zipper against his fingers, and Peter seemed ready to press the metal from its teeth when he paused and simply lay at my side. I curled closer to his body when he found my face and stared hard into my eyes.
“I want you like you are in the painting,” he said.
“You won’t find all those colors,” I warned him. “Just flesh tones.”
Peter licked his lips, and his fingers pressed tighter around my zipper.
“Good enough for me,” he said. “Can I unwrap you now?”
I nodded, and Peter peeled the dress from my body. Unfettered, it should have been easy for me to slide from the sleeves and reveal my body, but I hesitated as he pushed the rumpled fabric to my waist.
“Don’t you want me to look at you?” he asked.
“Of course I do,” I whispered as my hands moved back to his hair. “But will it be all you expected?”
His eyes travelled over my breasts, and I trembled at the thought that I might look better on Danny’s canvas when Peter curled closer. I was ready to sink into his flesh when he turned me to my side, and I moaned at the loss of his eyes. He was obviously disappointed, and I felt the need to run when his palms cupped my breasts, and I settled back into the space of his warm hold.
“It’s more,” he whispered into my ears. “But we’re taking it slow.”
Peter rubbed his hands up my sides, and I held my breath as his fingers rested around my nipples. I wanted him to grab me; I wanted him to claim me with the force of his fingers, and I sighed when he found my breasts again and dragged me to his chest.
“This is slow,” he crooned. “Just let me touch you.”
I was like stone as I honored his request, and Peter’s hands went to work. He took my nipples in his fingers, and his stroke was smooth as his hands moved to my thigh. I could feel him wanting to unveil my muff, but he stopped short and just kissed my hair.
“Peter…”
I turned my head to meet his lips, and our mouths were at the point of touching when he cradled my face and looked into my eyes.
“Just my hands,” he said. “You tell me when you’re ready for more.”
My body was still as the Missoni completely abandoned my flesh. My breasts were already bare as he touched my exposed body, and I waited, without moving, as he lowered his fingers to my soft flesh.
“This is lovely,” he said. “Just like you.”
His lips were at my legs, and he clasped my thighs. I felt his fingers ready to pull my panties away when he surprised me by stretching back to my mouth, and he kissed me again.
“So lovely,” he whispered.
I tried to drink in every drop of his taste, and I groaned when he left my mouth, his head settling into my neck.
“Don’t stop,” I pleaded. “Peter…”
“Last thing I want to do,” he said huskily.
My eyes fixed on his, and his gaze softened as I stroked his face and tried to guide his lips back to my breasts. But he kissed my lips again before pulling me closer and smiling into my hair.
“So let me take my time,” he said. “Let me take care of you.”
I sighed as he kissed his way through my ringlets and made his way back to my breasts. He cupped my s
oft flesh there, and I waited for him to bury his head between my heaving mounds.
But he didn’t make that move.
“Peter…”
His lips were light against my body, and I arched my body to accept his kisses. I held his neck, and his hands moved to my back. I strained to drink more of him in, but Peter held me to the bed, and his eyes danced over my body.
“Slow is fine,” he said.
As he pushed his face into my middle, my mind flashed back to my father. Now that he was back, I might have gotten away but he would be waiting, watching for my return. And the last thing I wanted was for him to send out a search party that might make its way to Peter’s door.
“No,” I moaned. “There’s no…. there’s not enough time. I…”
Peter grabbed my face and forced my eyes to his. I trembled under his gaze, and when I started to speak gain, his lips calmed me, stilled my protests, and I went limp as he gathered me into his arms.
“There is time, plenty of time,” he promised. “Just come closer.”
Drawing me into a warm embrace, I curled closer to his side and basked in the press of his palms as his hands slid down my body. He stopped every few inches and clasped my flesh closer, as if he was trying to solve some mystery buried under my flesh. My heart pounded wildly in my chest, and I parted my lips to answer the questions that his hands seemed to ask, but he silenced me with a soft kiss and peered intently into my eyes.
“Don’t say it,” he said. “Not just yet.”
So the answer was already in his grasp. But why was he stalling? Why do all this if he didn’t want me…?
“Oh,” I cried.
A light moan left my lips as he tore the lace panties from my body and eased his fingers between my quivering thighs. His touch was gentle there, and I arched my back against the tenderness of his caress. My flesh moistened, and my legs slipped open wider. He could have glided into me easily, and I would have been entirely powerless to protest his pursuit.
“You feel so soft,” he whispered. “I can see why Danny wanted to paint you.”
The fine tips of his nails traced a careful spiral against my eager, aching skin. Invisible circles followed one after the other. And part of me wanted to tell him to forget about slow.
And it had nothing to do with feeling I was suddenly a little girl back on my father’s clock.
“Peter, I want you,” I moaned through tight lips. “Please…”
He stroked me for several more seconds, and when his touch finally came to a stop, I readied my body for the better part of him to consume me. But Peter took hold of my hips, and I whimpered in frustration and need as he sat my quaking body on the edge of his bed.
“Would you be so kind as to return my favor first?” he asked.
I cocked my head in confusion, and he brought my hands to the top of his thighs. Even through the fabric of his slacks, I could feel his body pulsing, his muscles throbbing.
“You want me to unwrap you?” I asked with a mischievous smile as my hands found their way to his belt.
“Something along those lines,” he teased. “One good turn. What do you say?”
My tongue was still as I loosened the leather from his waist. He toed off his shoes, and his pants fell with ease revealing everything that I had imagined. His limbs were long and lithe, and I sighed at the thought of my body ensnared in the rippling safety of his muscles.
“Let’s see a little more,” I whispered as I braced my body against his chest.
I pushed his crisp shirt from his body, and when his smooth chest slipped into view, I was unable to fight the urge to rest my cheek against his hard pecs. My mouth curled into a soft smile at the feel of his heart thumping against my ear, and I ran my fingers down his strong arms as his hands cupped my waist, his touch moving towards my softer flesh.
“I take it you approve,” he whispered, his breath burning into my ear.
Murmuring my assent, I nuzzled his chest. I could get used to this, a life spent pressed against him in the security of his strong arms. I lifted my head ever so slightly and smiled into his glistening face.
“Maybe Danny should paint you,” I teased. “Or…”
My hand trailed down to the hardness poking through the silk that still clung to his thighs. Stripping the last barrier away, I draped my hand across his firmness and moaned in anticipation.
“Or he could sculpt you,” I whispered. “The ‘David’ has nothing on you, my friend.”
“Friend?” Peter asked as he pressed his fingers under my chin and forced me deeper into his gaze. “Caroline, we’re much more than that. Aren’t we?”
I studied his faced before I answered. In some ways he was still a stranger. A white knight that had swooped into the sphere of my life at precisely the perfect moment. I knew little more than his name, and yet as I stood before him, completely stripped and beyond vulnerable, I felt no fear, no shame. And when his eyes burrowed into my soul, I felt safe. I was safe.
… And maybe even beautiful.
“We are more than that,” I said. “But we can still get closer.”
Peter eased me back to the bed, and I smiled at the feel of his firm body pressing into mine.
“You read my mind,” he said with a smile.
And he had to be reading mine. As if taking some invisible, unspoken cue, he curled his legs around my body, and I snuggled closer to his chest as he moved my hair aside and smacked his warm lips against my exposed neck. He gently brushed the golden hair from my flushed face and sighed as he stared hard at me.
“It must be fate,” he said. “Fate that I saved you. I can’t think of anyone else that I’d rather keep saving.”
I leaned forward to meet his mouth again when he pulled back.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“I’m being a little presumptuous,” he said as a sheepish look crossed his face. “It’s not as if you need constant rescuing.”
Propping my body up on my elbow, I looked down at him and traced the outline of his strong jaw. His lips were in a straight line as he waited for me to speak, and I finally smiled and rested my head to his shoulder.
“I don’t know,” I said. “I could get used to the idea of you taking care of me.”
Maybe it was weak. Maybe it made me sound hopelessly old-fashioned, and if Sabrina was suddenly somehow here, she would probably try to slap some sense into me. But Sabrina wasn’t here. And I knew with utter certainty what I wanted. And what I needed.
“Will you do that from now on?” I pleaded as I grabbed the sides of his face and giggled at his stubble tickling my fingers.
Peter leaned forward. His hands surrounded my shoulders, and he pressed my body to the bed. His knees pressed against my thighs, but his piece stayed on the precipice of my desire as he splayed his fingers across my breasts and kneaded my tender flesh.
“Last chance to escape,” he teased. “After this, no way I’m ever letting you go.”
I strained forward to meet his lips. Peter wrapped his arm around my back as he brought me closer to his chest, and I kissed him in haste before my mouth drifted towards his ear.
“I’m going to hold you to that,” I said.
He kept me upright as he started to slide his piece into my fervent opening. He moved in small increments, and I stayed in the space of his eyes as I absorbed the feel of my flesh yielding to his. It felt easy and sweet, and I was surprised by how tender he could be when his legs, his arms, could crush me if they so desired.
But he wasn’t about to do that. I knew that he would never hurt me, and…
“Oh God!” I shouted.
My body fell back to the bed as he pushed deeper. I gasped at the feel of him buried so deeply inside me. It was as if the tip of his piece could reach to the edge of my heart, and I gripped his thighs as my head swam with a million thoughts.
“You okay?” he asked, his voice nothing but certain even as concern flashed across his eyes.
“Yes,” I moaned breathlessl
y as I pressed my nails into his tight flesh. “Keep going. Please.”
Peter started to thrust in and out of me, and my body expanded to savor every stroke. He seemed to grow larger, stronger with each pulse, and my head turned from side to side on the soft sheets. Every time I felt him ready to release his lust, Peter drew back and left me in suspense.
“Don’t stop,” I pleaded, my tongue thick and my eyes brimming as all of him glistened above me. Peter denied me a new thrust and fell to my side. I kissed him hungrily as I grabbed his dark hair and forced his kiss closer to mine.
“You taste amazing,” he said as he dragged his lips to my ear. “A man could get used to this.”
“So could I,” I whispered.
Unable to stand the absence of his desire for another second, I sat up and pushed him to his back. Peter’s eyes seemed shocked for a second, but then the corners of his mouth lifted into an excited smile, and he locked his fingers behind his head.
“So, no more taking it slow?” he teased.
“No,” I said. “I can’t wait anymore.”
With a great sigh, I lowered my body over his, and I smiled at his return. As he throbbed inside me, I relished the feel of his length growing larger with each breath, and when he cupped his hand to my breast, I started to rock my hips against his. Peter matched my movements, and mingled my hand with his, and I clenched him hard, my flesh tingling with unquenched need.
“I can’t wait,” I moaned. “I can’t…”
Peter lifted his body from the bed and pulled me into his massive arms. My body tightened around his, and his pulses intensified as he grabbed my hair and sighed into my neck.
“No more waiting,” he purred. “It’s already been too long.”
He made a final supreme move, and I threw my head back, an exhilarated scream passing through my lips as my orgasm burst through my veins. Peter clutched my back, and our legs tightened around one another. A satisfied moan escaped from his throat, and we collapsed to the bed together, our bodies entwined as he took my mouth one more time.
“Worth the wait,” he said as he panted and held me tighter. Peter stayed inside me, still throbbing. Lost but satisfied, my eyes blinked fast, and as soon as I was able to focus on his face again, I saw him smiling and felt his hot finger on my cheek.
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