He reaches my navel with the ice melting against my burning skin, his lips getting closer to my flesh as the cube diminishes. My hips gyrate without rhythm and I bite my lip to stop myself from crying out. He continues to move the cube but not down; he draws to the side, caressing my thigh.
‘Gregory, I need you. Let me have you.’
The ice changes direction, working back up my thigh, onto my stomach. He brings it to rest on my belly button and I feel a drop of ice water lick my skin as it falls to my hip. Then he parts my labia with his fingers and attacks my raging bud with his mouth. I cry out in shock and delight. I’ve waited too long.
‘So wet.’ I feel his words on my centre.
‘Gregory. Take menow.’ I’m brazen and I don’t care. He’s taken everything I have, built me to the point of explosion, and now I need to let go.
‘You win, baby.’ His voice is carnal.
He kneels between my thighs and lifts my leg, kissing every inch, throwing my head further into a cloud of lust when he reaches the inside of my thigh. My mind is flashing bright colours. I think I’m going to black out. His tongue strokes me, one delectable line up my centre. Then those sweet kisses are back, his lips falling in a line up my navel, my stomach. He draws a circle around my nipple before sucking it into his mouth. The muscles of my vulva start clenching. I’m there and this is going to happen with or without him inside me.
‘I love seeing you like this. You’re such a fucking turn-on,’ he growls.
He pulls my bottom lip hard between his teeth then absorbs my gasp of painful pleasure.
Kneeling up, he lifts my hips, my back bowing towards him. He pulls a hand down my sternum, my stomach, then returns itto my back and smashes into me on a mind-blowing, punishing drive that makes me scream.
‘Fuck, Scarlett, you feel fucking amazing!’
This is the last assault on my senses I can take. He moves in controlled, deep circles, holding my hips so he’s pushed as far inside me as physically possible. My hips lift to meet each roll of his. His exquisite rhythm never falters as the weight of him, the sensation of him filling me takes me the final inch to the orgasm that’s going to overpower my entire body.
Oh,Jesus!My hands are in my hair, pulling my roots as my head shakes from side to side. ‘Gregory! Harder!’
He drives into me ruthlessly until I can feel him throbbing inside me. He’s ready.
‘Come for me, baby; let me feel you.’
I lose all control as my orgasm overpowers me. Every drop of need and desire bursts from within me, hitting me in ferocious waves, washing me up in another world. His hips buck ruthlessly, his shaft pulsing as his climax hits on a round of expletives.
My body flops, completely satisfied and utterly spent. He swirls his hips slowly until he stops contracting, then drops to his back, rolling me on top of him. I take off my blindfold and watch my truly mesmerising man, sweating and panting beneath me.
‘I accept your apology.’
‘That’s the most beautiful smile I’ve ever seen.’ He strokes my damp hair from my face and wraps his arms around me, pulling my face into his neck.
I bury the urge to tell him I love him. My heart is just not strong enough to hear that the feeling is one-sided. Instead, I place my hand over his chest and hope that inside, he feels theway his actions suggest. He pulls me tighter into him and strokes lines up and down my back with his fingertips.
‘Aurora.’ He speaks with just a whisper in my ear but that whisper is all I need to hear. It’s his own way of letting me know he cares.
I close my eyes and drown in utter contentedness, breathing him in, feeling his soft touch on my skin.
Then I panic. This could end any time now with one knock on the door, one phone call, one police car.
12
I’m ravenous when I wake. It’s dark outside, the flashing, red lights of aeroplane wings passing the window are the only light I see, yet I know I haven’t slept for long. I’m alone. I pull the white, cotton bed sheet around me and go in search of food. I can hear the clattering of pans in the kitchen and the low hum of The Script playing through the sound system. Gregory’s oblivious as I tiptoe down the stairs, watching him flip a block of cheese from the fridge with one hand and catch it in the other before locating the grater. Who knew the sexy CEO could cook?
He looks at ease, laid-back even in his dark, low-rise jeans and fitted, white T-shirt. As much as his expensive, tailored suits drive me crazy with desire, his casual look is insanely hot, too. I plonk myself on the bottom stair and watch him move, grinning from ear to ear when he eventually spots me.
‘Hungry?’ he asks, holding up an oven tray with garlic bread.
‘Starving.’
He drops the garlic bread onto a wooden board then sets iton the breakfast bar between two placemats. ‘Good.’ He pats a stool invitingly. ‘I’m so hungry, I could eat a cow.’
I giggle as I totter to the stool, perching myself on top of it, arranging the bed sheet around me to spare my graces. ‘Horse. You’re so hungry, you could eat a horse.’
