He sought her mouth, covered it, darting forays inside the heated cavern of her mouth with his tongue as he heaved and pushed desperately to claim all of her before he lost his seed, to feel her hot, wet flesh surrounding him when he came. She groaned into his mouth as he burrowed deeply and began to thrust and retreat in desperate lunges stiffening in his arms as the muscles along her channel rippled along the length of his cock. He broke from her mouth with a sobbing breath, groaned as her gasping cries and the tremors he could feel inside of her pushed him over the edge and his body began to convulse in nearly painful spasms as it pumped his seed into her until it dragged pained, choked grunts from him.
Spent, he leaned weakly against her, gasping and shuddering as aftershocks trembled through him seemingly endlessly. When he’d caught his breath, he rubbed his face along hers in appreciation, relishing the softness of her, her warmth, the perfume of her skin, regretful that it had ended so quickly when he’d wanted it to go on forever.
He should withdraw, he knew, but he was reluctant to do so. Despite the weak tremors running through him from spent passion, he didn’t want to move. He thought he could die happy right where he was, his flaccid cock still enveloped in her tight channel, her scent in his nostrils, the soft silkiness of her skin pressed tightly to his own.
Almost on the thought, he felt himself growing hard again.
He wanted her again.
Not here, though. Not against the wall. If he came again like he just had they were going to end up on the floor.
He lifted his head and was momentarily distracted by the fact that he had no fucking clue of where he was.
It wasn’t his room, however. He knew that. A fierce possessiveness moved over him. The instinctive need to carry her into his lair, away from the possibility of intrusion, temporarily overrode all else in his mind.
Withdrawing from her abruptly, he allowed her to slide to the floor, bent down to grab her pants, and then scooped her into his arms and brought her closely to his chest. She gasped in surprise, but looped her arms around his shoulders, pressing her breasts against him, nuzzling her face against his neck.
She tensed and lifted her head, however, when he opened the door and moved down the hallway with her.
“Simon?”
He tightened his hold. “I am taking you to my room,” he said gruffly.
She subsided until he opened the door and discovered his sitting room was full.
“Out!” he growled, striding toward his bedroom without pausing.
Raina hid her face against his throat, cringing inwardly. She forgot all about her discomfort, however, when Simon leaned down to place her on his bed. He straightened, shedding his shirt with a complete disregard for the buttons, sending them pinging in every direction as he tore his shirt off. When he dropped to the side of the bed to pull off his boots, she scurried up the bed, slipping beneath the coverlet. By the time she’d settled, Simon had dragged his boots off and skimmed out of his trousers.
She managed to get a brief glimpse of his body before he bent over, dragged the coverlet off of her, and dove at her. A little unnerved by his single minded pursuit, to say nothing of the mountain of flesh falling over like an avalanche, Raina tensed. “Simon?”
His mouth crushed down over hers, silencing her, but he caught the bulk of his weight on his arms as he shoved them beneath her shoulders.
Heady pleasure filled her as the delightful heat of his mouth covered hers with a restless, searching hunger that sent her into mindless bliss again. She clutched at him, digging her fingers into his hard flesh and lifting against him as she opened her mouth wide for him, stroked his tongue with hers as he wound it possessively along hers. The faint abrasion of his hair roughened chest and belly against her bare breasts and belly sent tingles of pleasure through her as she rubbed sinuously against him, trying to make contact with as much of his body as she could.
He lifted his mouth, dragged in a harsh breath and dove for her lips again, sucking at them before thrusting his tongue inside the moist, wet cavern of her mouth and exploring it thoroughly. When next he broke for air, he explored the rest of her face--her cheeks, her jaw, and chin. He kissed her eyelids, nuzzled his nose with hers and then he found her mouth again, supped at it for long moments before moving off on another exploratory foray--her ear and throat and upper chest and shoulders.
She sucked in a sharp breath, digging her fingers into his flesh and arching upward as he covered her ear with the heat of his mouth, sending intense sensations through her that raised a rash along her flesh and curled her toes. Briefly, he moved back to explore her mouth and then pushed himself upward to rest on his side and elbow and allowed his hand to explore her. Cupping one breast in his hand, he leaned down to cover the tip with his mouth.
Raina arched upward with a harsh gasp, digging her fingers into his hair at the intense pleasure that went through her as he tugged at the engorged tip with his mouth and tongue. He lifted his head, angled it to suckle the other tip briefly and then shoved himself down the bed, pushing an arm beneath her shoulder blades to lift her breasts to his waiting mouth. Exploring her body with the same, single-minded possessiveness as he had her mouth, he moved restlessly from one breast to the other, suckling and tugging at her nipples until Raina lost her breath and then exploring the circumference of the swells, the dip between them and lower, along her ribcage and belly, and then up again until she was on fire with need. Every inch of her skin tingled and burned and quivered with each touch of his lips and tongue. Her sex quaked and clenched with the need to be filled, hot moisture flooding the throat of her sex, seeping along her nether lips.
“Simon!” she gasped breathlessly, lifting one leg and coiling it around him, curling her hips to press her mound against him in supplication. “I want you inside of me. Now! Please!” It seemed as if she’d wanted it forever. She couldn’t wait, didn’t want to wait. She was drugged on the feel and taste and touch of him, drunk with desire, feverish with need.
He was lost to his own explorations, however, unmindful, deaf to her pleas. She tugged at him more desperately, demanding, begging for appeasement as he moved down to explore her quivering belly with his mouth. After a moment, he shifted back up her body to suckle her breasts again and more fire poured through her veins, and then hope surged into her as he left off teasing them and climbed higher, sucking at her throat and then her chin before he reclaimed her mouth.
He rolled as he caught her mouth beneath his, against the thigh she had wound around him, catching her other leg and thrusting it outward to accommodate his hips. She coiled that leg around him, as well, surged upwards, searching for what she needed, bumping her mound demandingly against his belly.
Supporting his weight on one elbow, he insinuated a hand between then, slid his palm over her belly and then parted her nether lips with his fingers, tracing the wet cleft. She moaned into his mouth as he pressed a thick finger inside of her, stroking the cream coated walls of her sex until she was near frantic. She tore her mouth from his, sucking in gulps of air, arching against him, groaning his name. “Please, Simon! Please!”
He withdrew his finger, traced her cleft until he found the nub of her clitoris and teased it with his fingertip until she was hovering on the edge of release, fighting it with every breath, nearly sobbing with need. Heaving upward abruptly, he thrust against her, pressing the head of his cock into the aching mouth of her sex. She struggled to counter the pressure as she felt herself sliding upward, away from him, frantic to engulf his engorged flesh.
Uttering a hoarse groan, he shifted again, slipping an arm around her hips to hold her steady for his next thrust. “Rainie! I can not hold it,” he groaned as he filled her at last, shuddering, struggling to hold still.
She was too mindless by then to know or care what he said, to care about anything but finding the fulfillment that quivered within her. She bit down on his pec, arching against him, fighting him. Sucking in a harsh breath, he began to pump his hips, stroking he
r sheathe from mouth to womb and back again as he moved in and out of her, a little faster with each thrust, a little deeper, until he was forcing little choppy breaths from her with each pounding thrust.
She released a long, low groan as she felt her body tip, seize for a heart stopping moment and then rupture with pleasurable spasms so intense it forced keen, sobbing cries from her. He uttered a choked breath and came even as her own seizures of ecstasy began to abate and finally leaned weakly against her, struggling to catch his breath. She nuzzled her face against his hard pecs appreciatively when she finally caught her breath.
Bending his head, he kissed the top of her head and then, wincing, lifted his hips to disengage their bodies and shifted lower to place a short, gusty kiss on her lips before he levered himself off of her and collapsed on his side beside her.
Dragging in a deep breath, she let it out on a long, satisfied sigh. “That was nice.”
He chuckled. “Only ‘nice’?”
She opened one eye a crack and discovered he’d propped his head in the palm of one hand and was studying her face, a faint smile playing about his lips. Lifting her arms above her head, she stretched like a satisfied cat. “Very nice,” she amended.
He stroked the index finger of his free hand down the bridge of her nose, traced a path across her lips and continued, right down the center of her body until he reached her mound, curling his fingers into the bright thatch of hair that covered it. “I will have to work on better praise for my efforts,” he said pensively, slipping his hand from that contemplation after a moment to settle it at the curve of her waist.
She rolled to face him, stroking a hand over the light furring of dark hair on his chest, curling her fingers into it as he had the thatch of hair on her mound. “Wonderful! Fabulous! Mind-blowing!”
His smile widened into a grin. “Better.”
She smiled back at him. “You want more?”
His eyes narrowed. “You will have to give me a moment to catch my breath, wench.”
She uttered a gurgle of laughter. “I didn’t mean that!”
“I did.” He lifted his head and slipped the arm he’d been propping on beneath her shoulders, hooking it around her and dragging her closer. “You are mine now,” he murmured against her hair. “Lost to this world until I have had my fill of you, for I am of no mind to allow you to leave my bed again until I have.”
Raina smiled rapturously against his chest, nuzzling her face between his male breasts just to inhale his delightful scent. “Promises, promises,” she teased.
He skimmed the hand that had been resting along her waist upwards to nudge her chin up. “Ah, but will you say that tomorrow?” he murmured when she met his gaze.
She smiled faintly. “Yes.”
He dragged her upward until they were face to face, nuzzling his face against hers. “And the day after?”
Her smile broadened. “Yes.”
“And the day after that?”
She chuckled. “Yes.”
He stroked the tip of his finger along the smile line in her cheek, studying her mouth. “The is a fascinating little mouth, wench,” he murmured.
“Is it?”
“Mmm.”
She studied him for a moment. “What? You think you’ll have your fill in only three days?”
He met her gaze. “Nay, but one can always hope … and I can but try my poor best.”
She lifted her brows. “If that was your ‘poor best’, I can’t wait to see your very best.”
His lips curled up at one corner. He dipped his head and fitted his lips to hers. They clung briefly. “I believe I have a far better use for this delightful mouth than chatter,” he murmured, covering her mouth again and delving inside with his tongue for a taste.
“Mmm?”
“Mmmhmm.”
“What would you like for me to use my mouth for?” she asked huskily when he broke the kiss, because there was nothing she would like better than to lick the man all over and she was perfectly willing to start where ever he liked.
“Now that opens up a world of possibilities.”
He made love to her more slowly that time, or at least seemed to set out to. Once they reached the state of high fever neither of them were inclined to hold back to savor the moments. They fed off of each other’s passions, pushing one another to a higher and higher sense of frenzied need until they came and then lay tangled together in the aftermath while they struggled to catch their breath.
As Raina lay drowsing in the pleasurable afterglow, her stomach growled, the appetite that had deserted her when she’d had the chance to eat coming back with a vengeance. Embarrassed, she clapped a hand to it. Simon brushed her hand away and moved to put his ear to her belly.
“Stop it, ass!”
He chuckled. “I have suspected there was a little leon in here,” he murmured, lifting his head to look at her.
Raina lifted her eyebrows. “Leon?”
Something flickered in his eyes. “A beast of the feline variety,” he said smoothly. “Not a large beast, but very ferocious.”
Raina pushed herself up on her elbows. “What do they look like?”
“Felines.”
She gave him a look.
Her stomach growled again. She popped her belly. “Stop that!”
He chuckled. “I believe that was mine … calling to yours, no doubt.”
He rolled off the bed and strode to the door, snatching it open before Raina even realized his intent. Raina scrambled for the covers.
“Now where the hell is everyone?” Simon demanded irritably.
“You told them to get out,” Raina reminded him.
He turned to look at her in surprise and then frowned thoughtfully. “I believe you may be right,” he said agreeably and strode from the room. She heard the outer door open and his footsteps as he went down the hall. “Tedra!” he bellowed.
“Yes, my lord?”
“A tray … for two. Bring plenty.”
Feeling her face redden, Raina scrambled out of bed and headed into his bathroom, locking the door while she attended private matters. The doorknob jiggled as she finished.
“You locked me out, wench,” he said in mild outrage when she opened the door.
She couldn’t help but chuckle at his expression. “Some people require a little privacy,” she said pointedly. Recalling that he’d strolled down the hall completely naked and summoned the housekeeper, she laughed again as she moved to the shower to adjust the water. “I can’t believe old Hatch … uh … Higgenbottom didn’t shriek and faint when she saw you standing in the hall naked,” she said, diving inside the shower and jerking the door closed when he moved to the toilet to relieve himself.
He climbed into the shower behind her. “I have very few secrets that woman does not know,” he said wryly as he took the soap from her and lathered it over his chest. “She was more mother to me than my own.”
Raina cringed inwardly, glad she’d stopped herself before she’d called the woman hatchet face. “Oh?”
He disappointed her when he didn’t elaborate. She was hungry to know everything about him, but it occurred to her that that was one appetite likely to go unappeased. In all the time she’d been at the mansion none of them had actually let anything slip about who they were or where they came from. She wasn’t so stupid she didn’t realize that was careful reticence not merely a disinclination to talk about their past as it was with her. The secrecy was one of the things about them that unnerved her.
The other was the fact that Simon rarely left the mansion without all five of his bodyguards trailing him. For that matter, even when he was inside, they were generally within a few feet of him at all times. Occasionally, one or two of them would disappear for half a day, or a night, but never more than two and never more than long enough than it took, she suspected, to find a willing woman for a few hours. That had stopped being a mere curiosity to her shortly after her arrival when it had finally dawned on her it wasn’t merely for ‘
show’ because Simon was someone of importance.
Simon’s life was in danger.
It was a real threat, not movie glitz, and certainly not glamorous, not when Simon’s life was at stake.
It had to be political. As woefully ignorant as she was of current affairs she had no idea what sort of politics, but nothing else fit. He was certainly no movie star, be he ever so drop dead gorgeous, and it wasn’t just a hazard of extreme wealth. Their security was far too tight for someone who had only to concern themselves about the unlikelihood of a kidnapping attempt for money or a robbery.
The small island estate was accessible to the mainland only by boat.
Besides, Higgenbottom had addressed him as ‘my lord’, and it wasn’t the first time she’d let that slip, or almost let it slip.
She didn’t ask him about it. He wouldn’t like it, she knew, if she tried to pry. He’d tell her what he wanted her to know and no more, which would be nothing.
She wasn’t going to delude herself into thinking this was more than what it was. He needed her to try to ease the ache from his loss. She knew that and she was still willing to take what he had to offer.
Truthfully, she would have taken anything at all that he’d offered--one night, or one screw. She had desperately wanted the man from the moment she’d first seen him, and nothing had changed that.
He reached around her to tweak her nipples, drawing her mind away from unpleasant thoughts. He drew her back against him, dropping his cheek to rest it on the top of her head and watching the play of his hands. “These are pretty, dainty little things,” he murmured.
She elbowed him in the ribs. “Gee! Thanks!”
“I meant the nipples,” he said, his voice shaky with suppressed laughter. “These,” he added smoothly, cupping her breasts, “are bountiful melons.”
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