After stepping out of the shower, she wrapped the towel around herself and stepped out of the bathroom. Her heart rate picked up speed when she saw the expression on Christian’s face. He was watching her with that irresistibly disarming smirk as his gaze traveled down and then up her body.
She adjusted her towel. “You haven’t gotten ready for breakfast.”
“I have time. Let’s take a few minutes. Last night was a lot. And then we just went to sleep.”
He voiced the same thoughts she was having in the shower. Last night was a lot. She still wanted to face her brother full on, but taking some time to gather herself wasn’t a bad idea. She sat down on the bed next to Christian, resting her head on his shoulder.
“I’m glad you talked me into this. Even though Michael didn’t seem interested in talking to me, it was nice to know I could bein the same room and the world didn’t come to an end. So, thank you.”
She gave him a quick kiss. Before she could pull away, he moved his hands to her face and held her in place, his tongue teasing its way past her lips as he deepened the kiss. Once again, her response was immediate. She reached for the waistband of his boxer briefs and gave them a tug, but instead of helping her to remove them he placed a hand over hers and held her still.
“Not yet, Bunny. I want to take my time with you.”
She stilled at his words. The time before had been hard, fast, and hot as hell. They had never taken their time with each other, not even their first time together. The idea of savoring the moment caused her to pause.
He returned his mouth to hers, his hands trailing down her body. When he reached the point where the edge of the towel met her thighs, instead of removing the towel, he slipped his hands beneath the damp fabric and stroked her heated flesh, spreading her legs as he pushed her to lay back on the bed. She melted into his languid caress, her anticipation climbing.
Her hands wandered back to him, but he grabbed both her wrists in one hand, forcing them above her head. “Don’t move.”
His words vibrated through her, sending a rush of heat to her core. She tried her best to be still, but when his tongue trailed down her body, she gripped the sheets beside her.
“I said don’t move,” he growled.
He straddled her and used both hands to hold hers above her head. The motion elicited a gasp, to which he chuckled in response. He flashed a grin before returning his mouth to her neck. Using one hand, he untucked the towel from across her breasts before diving back in. His tongue singed her skin as he licked and sucked his way across her neck and down her chest.
“Move again and I’ll have to tie you up.”
Determined not to move, she relaxed under his hold and concentrated on the feel of his mouth. He let go of her arms and continued his southern descent. She bucked when he reached her center, his tongue making small circles around her clit as she cried out from the pleasure.
Her breathing increased as her pleasure continued to build. She wanted to touch him, to hold him tight against her body. His gentle touch was a stark contrast from the rough way he’d taken her before. Her body was coiled tight, the promise of release getting closer as he continued to devour her. Just as she was nearing the point of no return, he pulled away.
Her eyes flew open, and she opened her mouth to protest but before she could utter a word, he covered her mouth with his, the tang of her arousal coating her tongue. Moaning into his mouth, her hands made their way to the back of his head, finally unable to resist holding him close. He didn’t punish her for moving. Instead, he positioned himself at her entrance and filled her in one slow thrust.
Hanging on to her control by a mere thread, she met each thrust, desperate to feel more. It wasn’t a feeling she was used to. Christian shoved into her harder and faster, seeking his own release. The headboard knocked against the wall in time with his thrusts as he chased his release, but at that moment she didn’t care. Everything he was willing to give, she would be willing to take. His hand covered her mouth, muffling her cries.
“Quiet. They’ll hear.”
He slid his hand from her mouth to her neck and she came undone when he gave a gentle squeeze. She came with a rush of curse words and then finally his name on her lips, her thighs squeezing him tight.
He followed, holding her tight as he emptied himself into her. No words were needed as they lay in each other’s arms waiting for their breathing to return to normal. They needed to get readyfor breakfast, but Mallory had no desire to leave the safety of Christian’s warm embrace.
“Wow,” Christian muttered after a moment.
Mallory giggled in response. Giggled. She even caught herself by surprise.
“We’re going to be late,” Mallory pointed out.
“Yeah. I left my suitcase in the other room.” He climbed out of bed and pulled on his pants from the night before. “I’ll be right back.”
Mallory followed him out of the bed and made her way back into the bathroom to clean up. She’d packed a short sunflower yellow sundress to wear to the breakfast, and going with sticky thighs wasn’t going to work for her. She left the bathroom door cracked open, and before she turned on the faucet, raised voices caught her attention.
“What the fuck? I knew you were lying when you said the two of you weren’t sleeping together, but Jesus Christ.” Michael’s voice could be heard loudly from the hallway.
She couldn’t hear Christian’s response, so she slipped on her robe and made her way closer to the door so she could listen.
“Who cares what room I was supposed to be in? That’s my sister and you two were loud enough for the entire fucking place to hear.”
She’d heard enough. Listening at the door was as far as it was supposed to go, but that statement infuriated her. The audacity. She swung the door open and stormed into the hallway, an uncharacteristic rage taking over her actions.
