Chapter 31
Chapter Thirty-One
Zara
I ’m scrambling for the last dregs of my sanity.
When I climbed those stairs earlier, the most I thought I’d be getting this evening was sex, and I was okay with that.
But now, as I cling to Myles, as we sway together to the music, I feel as though I’m hurtling downhill and I can’t stop.
He lifts his head, and I stare into his eyes.
“Are you all right?” His lips touch my cheekbone, the corner of my mouth, the tip of my nose, gentle as butterfly wings. “I’m sorry about your job, but I hope you understand.”
“What about my notice period?” I am an idiot.
He grins, then lowers his mouth to mine again, gentle at first then more insistent, his tongue parting my lips, tangling with mine. He lifts his head.
“Notice period is finished. You no longer work for me.” He’s still grinning, but I can feel how fast his heart is pounding.
He releases me, goes to the table and picks up the rose on the plate.
He comes back towards me, desire darkening his grey eyes.
I swallow, trembling with anticipation, feeling his heat as he circles me.
He pauses behind me, pushing my hair to one side to kiss my neck, and it’s like electricity goes through me.
His hand comes around my front, still holding the rose.
He trails it along my collarbone and down between my breasts, the petals velvet against my skin.
His other hand comes to the tie at my waist, pulling it.
I can hardly breathe, my knees weak. My dress falls open, the silk sliding across my skin and catching on my taut nipples, exposing me to his wandering hands.
The rose drops to the ground. His hand slides across my stomach, touching the edge of my lace thong.
I go to push it lower but he nips me, gently, on my shoulder. “Don’t move,” he breathes.
His hips are against me, the hardness of him pressing into my backside.
I press back, just a little, and he takes in a sharp breath.
His fingers slide into my underwear, circling me, tasting the soft flesh where my thighs meet, teasing me, cupping me until my head goes back and I groan. “Myles, please.”
“Is this what you want?” His voice is low in my ear as, finally, he gives me what I’m begging for, parting my folds, stroking me, pressing down and sliding through my wetness, pressure on my clit until I feel like my legs are going to give way.
His other hand plays with my nipples, squeezing them, caressing me until I feel wild with pleasure.
I try to turn around but he doesn’t let me, his fingers hooking inside me, holding me in place against him while his thumb circles over my clit, continuing to play with me until I climax against his hand, moaning his name, over and over.
“Fuck,” he says. I can hear the strain in his voice. He is rock-hard and I want him inside me, want to feel all of him against me. This time he lets me turn around.
I kiss him, sliding my hands down his muscular arms, over the crisp cotton shirt, undoing the buttons and pulling it free.
My hands slide over his chest, down his muscled abs, and I unfasten his waistband as my tongue tangles with his.
My questing hands reach into the warmth, releasing his impressive length. I pull back, looking at him.
“Christ, Zara,” he groans as I cup his balls, run my hand along his shaft, circle my thumb through the droplet of wetness at the tip. I lick my lips and go to drop to my knees but he shakes his head, pulling me to him again.
“I just want to fuck you,” he growls in my ear, his hands sliding over my ass, pressing me into the heat and hardness of him.
He doesn’t need to say anything else.
“Then fuck me,” I breathe, taking his bottom lip between my teeth and pulling gently.
He backs me up until I’m against the table, my legs parting as he lifts me up.
The tip of his cock presses against me, my underwear pushed to the side.
I lean back, shifting my hips and he slides into me.
I’m so wet he goes in easily despite his size, filling me completely.
There’s a moment where we gaze into each other’s eyes, and it seems as though everything stills around us, this place where our bodies meet.
Then he starts to move. My head goes back and I moan, hardly able to bear the pleasure and heat and pressure.
He thrusts into me, agonisingly slow, teasing me with every flick of his hips, his mouth on mine.
I grab at him, my hands in his hair, groaning against his lips as he moves faster, pounding against me, the exquisite sensation of his cock sliding in and out of me driving me to ecstasy.
I hook my legs around him, leaning back further to take him.
My orgasm builds as he plunges deeper, the angle teasing my clit as he slams into me.
“Oh, oh God, Myles,” I moan, my head going back, the orgasm shattering in its intensity.
He carries me through it, keeping his rhythm, pounding even harder, prolonging the ecstasy.
He kisses me again, sucking my tongue, his length filling me, sliding against my wetness.
Aftershocks shimmer through me, building again to another peak of pleasure.
“Myles, I’m going to…” I rock my hips against his, grabbing at him, wanting him to come with me.
His thrusts increase in intensity and he groans against my lips when he comes, clutching me to him as he throbs inside me, sending me over the edge once more.
We cling to each other, gasping. He still has one arm around me, the other caressing me, sliding across my breast and down to my waist. He laughs, still panting.
“God,” he says. “That was…”
“I know.” My legs are wrapped around him, our bodies still joined.
As we slowly float back to earth I realise a couple of things.
One, I’m glad I’m on the pill because that was reckless, to say the least. And two, I need to tell him something.
I take his face in my hands, his dear beautiful face, and I look him in the eyes.
“I want to be with you too.”
His expression lights up, and I wonder how I ever thought him stern.
“So you’ll have me?”
I can’t believe he even thinks he has to ask.
“I will,” I say. “Whatever you want.” I’m floating on happiness. I kiss him and he kisses me back, and we cling to each other in a sort of sexed-up haze as the musicians continue to play.
Finally, we come apart. He laughs, looking down at himself. “What are you doing to me? I’m still half dressed.”
“That is a shame,” I say, eyeing his still impressive cock. “Because I’d really like to see more of you.”
I stand, letting my dress slip from my shoulders, and drape it over the nearby chair.
I feel possessed, by the moonlight and the nearby tower like a golden column in the darkness, the distant hum of the market, the scent of flowers and incense.
I walk past him, my hand trailing across his bare chest, then continue towards the sliding glass doors, which are already open.
I look back over my shoulder, an invitation in my eyes.
My breath catches. Myles is naked now, all muscled perfection, illuminated by the candlelight like a god.
I pause, sliding my underwear down and stepping out of it, leaving it where it lies.
With a growl he lunges at me, catching me up in his arms. I squeal, throwing my arms around his neck as he carries me into the suite.
I think he’s going to take me to the bed but instead he turns, heading for the bathroom.
When we get in there I gasp. More lanterns are arranged along the counter tops and in the corners, glimmering silver and gold. There’s a carpet of rose petals on the marble tiles, more floating in the steaming sunken bath.
I look at him, a question in my eyes.
“I have had a fantasy,” he says, his voice low and rough, “of fucking you in this bathtub, of soaping those glorious breasts of yours, since the moment we arrived.”
“I do think,” I say, somewhat breathlessly, “that it’s a good thing to live out your fantasies wherever possible.”
“Is that one of your stock market tips? From The Prince’s Kiss ?” There’s laughter in his voice.
“Yes. I do believe it’s from Chapter Five. You’ll have to read it sometime.”
He kisses me, laughing, and puts me down, then steps into the bath and holds out his hand.
I take it and descend into warm hip-deep water, the scent of roses swirling around us in the steam.
Myles pulls me close, kissing me again, his hands roaming across my body as his rapidly growing cock presses against my stomach.
“How’s the fantasy playing out so far?” I gasp, once I can speak.
“Not too badly.” He flashes me a wicked grin.
“Though we’ve only just started.” He moves me back so I’m against the edge of the bath.
There are seats underwater, running the circumference of the tub, but instead of pushing me down he lifts me up so I’m sitting on the cool marble tiles atthe edge, only the lower part of my legs in the water.
He parts them, coming between them to kiss me, his cock teasing me.
I want him to fuck me again, but he seems to have other ideas.
His mouth travels lower, his hands squeezing my breasts as he tongues my nipples, one then the other.
My head goes back as his mouth travels downwards, heat striping my skin.
Desire coils in the pit of my stomach, sugar-sweet, feeling as though it will never end.
This man is undoing me, heart and soul. He drops to his knees, water swirling around his powerful shoulders.
His hand comes around one of my calves as he bends to kiss the inside of my knee, then his mouth travels along the inside of my thigh, licking and kissing me until I’m writhing in anticipation.
His hands curve around the back of my hips, his head between my legs.
He kisses me there, just a single kiss, but I arch back, moaning, so close to the edge.
My hand comes to his hair, plunging into his dark curls.
And his tongue slides down between my folds, parting them, drinking me in.
I almost come then and there but manage to hang on, riding the waves of pleasure as his tongue swirls and flicks against me.
His mouth comes to my clit and he sucks on it, gently.
It’s enough. I groan, shuddering as the orgasm rolls through me.
He has a power over me that no one else has ever had, the way he makes my body thrum with pleasure.
He rides the waves with me, continuing to tongue me, playing with my clit as I shudder and moan, until I finally come down. I feel boneless as a jellyfish, sliding from the tiles into his waiting arms, letting him bear me down into the warm water.
Our bodies come together, and he moves me around him, into position. I resist.
He lifts his head. One eyebrow raises. He’s breathing hard, but I sense the control in him, the way he’s in this with me as an equal partner, both of us willing to give and take what the other needs.
“You know,” I say. “I’ve also been fantasising about being in this bath with you.” I move him back until he’s sitting on the underwater ledge. He’s smiling now, grabbing me for a kiss. I pull back, keeping one hand on his chest.
“Stay there.” I pick up a sponge on the edge of the bath. “It’s my turn.”