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Thinking about Max and their marriage was something Maddy tried very hard not to do these days.
Their marriage... What marriage? It was simply a worthless piece of paper, a legal document. Max didn't love her and she was beginning to question if he had ever loved her. He made her feel so worthless, so useless. In his eyes she felt unwanted, undesirable, and she was almost glad of the physical distance between them, the 'business' that had taken him to Spain.
Almost... A part of her still remembered how it had once been...how they had once been...just...
'Mmm...this is pure heaven,' Guy exclaimed contentedly as they lay on the bed of their holiday villa, the fan whirring soporifically above them as it cooled the hot Barbadian night air.
'Was it worth waiting for?' Chrissie teased him tongue-in-cheek as he raised himself up on one elbow.
He leaned over her, tracing the shape of her mouth with one fingertip, then lazily bending his head to kiss her naked breast.
'Oh, well worth waiting for,' Guy purred with the sheer satisfaction of a sensually satiated male animal.
And he was very much a male animal, Chrissie acknowledged as she watched him leave their bed and walk across the bedroom, his naked body gleaming in the soft, shadowy light. The combined warmth of the air and the heat of their passionately intense lovemaking had left a fine oiled sheen on his skin high-lighting its taut muscle structure. A feeling she was fast coming to recognise began stirring wantonly deep within her body.
'We never had time for this earlier,' Guy announced as he picked up the bottle of champagne. It was still in its ice bucket and he'd intended to share it before he took Chrissie to bed and they consum-mated physically the vows they had made verbally and emotionally to one another earlier.
Chrissie watched as he opened the bottle and poured them both a glass. She could watch him for ever, she decided contentedly. He had such masculine grace, such unconscious male arrogance and authority. He turned his head and saw her looking at him and she watched his eyes darken as he subjected her naked body to a far less inhibited and smoulderingly sensuous scrutiny than she had been giving him.
So much so that she could actually feel the colour starting to rise up under her skin. But she was pleased to note she was not the only one to be affected by the small exchange, because Guy's hand trembled slightly as he came back to the bed and handed her a brim-ming glass of champagne. A few drops of the golden liquid splashed onto her naked body but as she moved to wipe them away, Guy stopped her, caught hold of her free hand and then bent his head to lick away the champagne, his tongue tip doing impossibly erotic things to her nervous system as he teasingly inched closer and closer to her now very erect nipples.
'Mmm...' he murmured pleasurably, then put his glass down, cupped the side of her breast and started to gently suck on the tight nub of flesh he had been tormenting.
Chrissie could feel the excitement pulsing through her body as she tried to stifle her soft groan of pleasure, but Guy had obviously heard it because his caresses became more intense, more purposeful, and no longer merely playful.
She wanted him...oh, how she wanted him, but he deserved a little bit of punishment himself for the way he had teased her, Chrissie decided, laughter sparkling in her eyes as she deliberately tipped some of her champagne onto his body.
'What the...' Guy exclaimed, momentarily releas-ing her whilst she calmly put down her glass.
Firmly pushing him onto the bed, Chrissie informed him firmly, 'If you can't take the heat, then stay out of the kitchen,' before bending her own head and slowly and deliberately following the trickle of golden liquid arrowing its way along the valley that conveni-ently provided a pathway down the centre of his body, lazily lapping at it with her tongue whilst at the same time deliberately encouraging it to run faster and farther.
It gave her immense satisfaction to hear Guy groan-ing in much the same way as she had done herself as she forced him to endure her teasing love play. Later she decided that it was the leisurely lap of honour with which she had triumphantly circled his navel, first with tiny kisses and then with the moist tip of her tongue, which had been her undoing, because it was after that and whilst she was in pursuit of the errant drop of champagne still making its way down his body that she lost control of the game. Not that she minded. Who cared about victory when being defeated, overwhelmed, by their mutual passion and then mutual love could be so hotly and sweetly sat-isfactory?
Dawn was just beginning to pearl the sky with its translucent light when Guy finally drew Chrissie down against his body and groaned, 'Just think...
another three weeks of this. How on earth will we stand it?'
Both of them were still smiling when they finally fell asleep.
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There will be more to come from the Crighton family in future books from Penny Jordan.
Table of Contents
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN