Page 46 of Some Like It Scandalous
The foil package ripped and he smiled, sucking her nipple against his teeth and drumming it with this tongue before releasing her. He rolled onto his back and watched her beneath half-lowered eyelids. Pink and flush, her hands actually shook as she trailed a caress down to his cock. His dick twitched, as ifeager for her touch, and he held his breath as her fingers shaped him, stroking up from base to tip.
He hissed out a breath between his teeth and her smile grew. He might be giving the orders, but she wasn’t without power.
“Be careful,” he warned. “I’m ready to come right now.”
She bent and kissed the tip. His balls tightened up at the action, but so did the fist around his heart. It was a teasing kiss—she didn’t swirl her tongue or try to suck on him. It was just the barest of caresses—her soft lips against the slit of his cock—a greeting, a lover’s affection.
What little control he had left frayed. She rolled the condom on and he flipped her over, sliding between her thighs. He was wound tight, sweat dotted his arms and rolled down his chest. He settled his cock into place and stared into her eyes as he slid home. She stretched to accommodate him before she arched against the pillows. Her hair spilled out around her like some goddess receiving her due and damned if she wasn’t one.
A ripple of pleasure raced out from his core as he pushed deeper—the slow penetration maddened him, but he didn’t want to hurt her. His mind raced and his lungs burned, but finally he slid in to the hilt. She sighed and he closed his eyes, savoring the moment. Her arms wound around his neck and her mouth found his. They began to move together, rocking in a motion so familiar and heart wrenching that it shook him to his core.
She kissed him, tongue dueling with his, but it was so Anna—as much giving as taking—and then it was her turn to suck and bite at his skin as she trailed kisses down his throat. He focused on holding the rhythm, driving her to her pleasure—she had to come and come soon or he would fly apart at the seams.
Her fingers dug into his ass, driving him deeper, and her whispery sighs turned to little cries as he ground against her with each stroke. He slid a hand between them, forcing his own eyes open to watch as he stroked two fingers against her clit. Herwhole body arched as though electricity shot through her. She clamped down around his cock and cried out. He shook from the unrelenting pleasure pounding through him so fiercely it was almost painful. He drove harder, thrusting until the world faded to the motion of her body wrapped around him, and when she cried out a second time, he pitched over the edge with her.
Collapsing against her, he held her tight. Face buried against her throat, he couldn’t think beyond the sensations rippling down his spine. It went beyond physical intimacy—he’d never been this connected to another person. Her heart raced, matching his beat for beat, where her breasts rubbed his chest.
“I love you,” she whispered against him and he squeezed her close.
He loved her too.
How the hell am I ever going to keep her safe?
ANNA
She closed her eyes, but didn’t intend for sleep—just a lazy drift on the pleasure still quaking in her bones. They used to do this too—make love and then lie there together for hours, sometimes talking, sometimes saying nothing at all. They didn’t always need words to fill in those empty spaces. Being together was enough. Charlie’s breath was alternately cool and hot against her flushed skin. Every nerve hummed. When he insisted on caressing her sides earlier, she didn’t think he could possibly be aware of just how sensitive she was to each touch.
She missed this.I missed him.
“I need to get off you.” His voice, muffled against her throat, skimmed the surface of her pleasure and doused it with a cold, hard reality.
He didn’t sound pleased.
“You’re fine.”
While he squashed her to the bed, she didn’t care. She liked the feeling of his weight over her, touching her, holding her. It made being together again real, but he rolled away as if she hadn’t spoken. He made it to the edge of the bed and sat, his back to her.
“Charlie?”
He glanced over his shoulder, but his unreadable expression seemed a far cry from the tender passion consuming them just minutes ago. “I just need a moment, I’m going to wash up.” He disappeared into the bathroom and she went cold. Frost seemed to turn the room from a haze of hot pleasure to frozen tundra. She reached for the T-shirt and pulled it on slowly. It took her longer to find her panties.
When he still hadn’t emerged from the bathroom, the last lingering dregs of pleasure dried up. Uneasy, she paced a step toward the bathroom and then away. Looking back, she found him standing in the doorway, a brooding look on his face.
“My apologies, Anna.” His voice—so cultured, so well mannered, so civilized—betrayed none of the husky tones he used when he issued orders just a little while before.
“For what?” She floundered, like someone had tossed her into the deep end of the pool and forgot to mention it had no bottom.
“For…for making love—we were not ready for that and we shouldn’t have.” Absolute calm dominated his voice—calm and distance. He’d dragged on a pair of pants while he was in the bathroom. Shirtless with the top button undone on his slacks,he looked rakish. But his expression wasn’t that of sexy fun or teasing. “I overstepped myself.”
“You’re apologizing to me?” She couldn’t quite believe her ears or her heart. Tension surged through her muscles and her right eye twitched.
“We came in here to talk and clear the air.”
“I think we cleared up a lot—”And I said I love you.But the last she held back, she didn’t even mean to hold it back, but…
You didn’t say you love me.
Her legs went rubbery and she sat abruptly on the edge of the bed. Her eyes burned, but she blinked them furiously, refusing to give in to tears. She didn’t look at Charlie, but he walked across the room to the sitting area. He picked up one of the wineglasses and drained the contents.
