Chapter Eight #3
A rough bark of a sound that was a cross between a groan and a protest enveloped her “God, you’re an insatiable little thing, aren’t you?” One finger made a detour down her ass cheek, and stilled. “But I don’t owe you anything. Not when you think this is all a filthy transaction, Princesa.”
The blasted man and his mind games. “Fine. Think of it as a wedding present.”
“So it is a wedding when you can use it to get something you want?”
“Yes. I learned negotiation from the best.”
He laughed then. And it was a sound different from anything Nush had ever heard before.
Desire and want and...joy twined through it, tugging her closer.
“I want to lick your nipples, querida. Roll them against my tongue and suck them into my mouth. It was all I could think of when you sat across from me after the ceremony today. All pretty and placid and poised, all that fire and passion packed away where only I could reach it. Unraveled only for my pleasure. I wanted to throw everyone out and rip that dress off and take you on the desk.”
Just as suddenly, as if he’d revealed too much, he released her.
Eyes wide and breath choppy, she stared at the tight set of his features.
He didn’t betray by breath or look that he was sporting an erection that made her tingly all over, his control a thing to watch, to marvel at.
And Nush wondered what it would take to undo it.
To make him as confused and volatile and unraveled as she felt.
Not only at a physical level but deeper. Or if that was even possible.
“That thing is going to be tricky,” he said in a matter-of-fact voice, pointing to her bodysuit top. “Where does it come off?”
Sticking her fingers between her thighs, Nush undid the press button. The little contact of her fingers where she was desperate to be touched, while he watched, was a trip on its own.
The lower edges of the bodysuit rolled up, the stretchy material released.
His gaze stayed at the juncture of her thighs.
With a hard swallow, Nush followed it. She liked his gaze on her—mesmerized, caught, still.
The lacy fabric of her panties barely hid anything from him.
Thank God she’d let Yana talk her into the spa day.
She hated the idea of going completely bald down there but she was all trimmed and tidied.
The sight of his hard swallow made liquid desire thrum through her.
“Let’s keep going, shall we?” he said a minute later and she definitely heard the crack in his voice then.
His control was there but it was also paper-thin. She smiled like a clown.
“What are you smiling at?” Caio asked, fingers busy rolling up the fabric of the bodysuit, baring more and more of her.
Nush shrugged and released the tension in her stiff arms. Let him move her until one arm was free of the bodysuit. She stood with her side pressed into his middle as he pulled the top off her head. Now it was just a matter of getting her injured arm free.
“Do you think you can manage if I remove the sling for just a few minutes?”
“The sling is mainly so that I don’t forget about my wrist and jostle it.”
“Here goes.” With slow, light movements, he removed the Velcro from around her neck, all the while cradling her wrist with one hand. “Is that okay?” he asked, releasing her left wrist very gently.
Nush shook her head.
His thick brows drew into a frown, as if outraged by the fact that her body didn’t listen to his dictates. “What do you need, Princesa?”
“A kiss would make me feel a lot better.”
His nostrils flared, a wicked light dawning in his tawny gold eyes. “Let me get these wet things off you, Princesa, and you can have whatever you want.”
“I want it now,” she demanded sulkily, tipping her chin up.
“I got married, lost a fortune in stock to my greedy fake husband, then got sent out while he hung out with his ex for hours on end behind closed doors with everyone giving me pitying looks, then I got hurt and then I got wet and then I got kidnapped and it’s really not a stretch to want some kind of compensation for all the—”
His mouth swallowed her complaint.
Fingers gripped her head while he...devoured her.
This kiss was rough, demanding, hard. Full of teeth and nips.
His long fingers tangled in her hair, gripping it, twisting it, and Nush moaned.
If he’d been gentle with her, she might have fallen apart.
But he wasn’t. He let her feel his hunger, his threadbare control, his raw need and that was the best present he could’ve ever given her.
Nush pressed into him, loving the scent and feel of him, craving more and more. Every inch of her throbbed, every inch of her needed. He tasted and smelled like all the decadent things in the world, of long, cozy winter nights, and bright sunny afternoons and everything in between.
Dragging his mouth away from hers, he trailed soft kisses down her jaw and at her neck and before she knew it, he was moving away.
Still reeling from the dizzying sensation, she looked down to find him kneeling at her feet.
Dampness made her sex ache and she couldn’t help but press her thighs together.
“What...what are you doing?”
“Giving you a kiss to make up for all the hardship you had to endure today.”
“But I meant...” Cheeks reddening, Nush watched helplessly as his big palms cupped her hips, steadying her. She wanted his mouth there but she also...
“This is the kiss I want to give. The taste I want from my new bride.”
Devilish man and his damned games!
“If you’re not ready for it, if you’re too...tired for it,” he said, his voice honey smooth, “I’ll put you to bed, querida.”
The wicked twinkle in his eyes tore through her inhibitions. How dare he insinuate that she wasn’t ready for this? For him?
“No, I want it.”
“Say it. Beg me for it.”
“Caio, will you please go down on me?”
He gave her a smile that was so full of heat and promise that Nush swayed. “Hold on,” he said, pulling her other hand to his head.
“I’m fine.”
“You won’t be when I get started and I don’t want you to get hurt more.”
She relented and clutched his thick hair.
Hands on her knees, he made her spread her thighs a little more and then he was nosing through her folds, the lace of her panties no barrier.
“You’re so pretty all over, Anushka.”
And then her panties were ripped off and then he separated her folds and then he was licking her...there.
The differences hit her first.
She was only used to her fingers and even then, she’d always needed lots of help but Caio’s tongue... Jesus, he was thorough. He licked her up and around and then stabbed her opening with the tip of his tongue.
Nush thought she might pass out before she came.
“Is that good?”
“Please don’t stop.”
He chuckled and Nush wasn’t beyond begging.
Seeing his dark head between her thighs added its own fuel to the fire he lit with soft, tentative licks. Nush was melting, coming undone, turned inside out. He wasn’t applying some practiced technique. He wasn’t using whatever experience he had.
He was learning her—every clench of her abdomen, every moan and rasp that escaped her, every shiver that went through her thighs—and he kept up a running narrative, asking her to tell him what felt better, where she wanted more, how fast or slow she wanted it, and God, it was a whole experience.
And then he applied all of that knowledge and Nush thought she’d drown but he didn’t and then he was sucking at her clit and she was panting and then he was working his broad finger into her, and the wicked light in his eyes when he met hers for a fraction of a second, the shuddering inhale he took as if he needed the scent of her in his lungs and then more sucking of her tender flesh and she splintered apart. Hard. Shaking. Sobbing.
She screamed his name and even the momentary mortification that everyone on the flight could hear her didn’t stop her.
Caio stayed on his knees, steadying her and holding her, kissing her and whispering praise, as if she’d done the work, until the last flutter died down.
Nush ran her fingers through his hair, a fizzy smile on her lips. “I’ll make you one promise.”
“And what’s that, Princesa?”
“I’m willing to give this a temporary try if that’s on the menu regularly.”
With a growl of laughter, Caio shot to his feet and kissed her and she could taste herself on him and she wondered if it could truly be like this—full of laughter and pleasure.
It wouldn’t be, the sensible part of her replied. It was just pheromones talking.
But if it was all she could get out of this for now—his kisses and his caresses and this intimacy with him—then Nush would take it. And cherish it when it was over. When things fell apart and when Caio realized he didn’t need this arrangement of theirs anymore.