More Than A Vow: Vows of Revenge / After Their Vows / Vows Made in Secret. Michelle ReidЧитать онлайн книгу.
to her again and again, his tension and level of stimulation so high he was blind and deaf to everything but her wordless expressions of yearning and need. He wanted everything she was. Everything.
“Give it to me. All of it,” he ground out, needing her complete surrender to passion before he could give in to it himself.
Tossing her head, she cried out jaggedly, trembling beneath him, nails scraping down his upper arms as she bucked. Then it happened for her. He felt her release and his own struck like a hammer. He drove into her pulsing center and held himself there as they both were clenched in the paroxysm of orgasm.
Time stood still. Nothing mattered except this pleasure. No one existed but him and Melodie and this state of ecstasy.
* * *
Roman rolled away, forcing Melodie back to awareness of the room, how intimate they’d just been, that she was supposed to be working...
She covered her eyes with her forearm, not ready to face any of it.
The ring of the phone on the bedside table jarred into the silence. Roman came up on his elbow, damp skin brushing hers as he leaned across her, lifted the receiver and promptly dropped it back into its cradle.
Melodie peeked at him from under her arm. “Booty call from your Swedish friend?”
“For you, I imagine. I only booked the room an hour ago. No one I know would think to look for me here.” Continuing to loom over her, he slid his leg across hers, pinning her erotically to the mattress as he picked up the receiver again and punched a number before bringing it to his ear. “Put my phone on Do Not Disturb,” he ordered, then lowered the phone to ask Melodie, “Do you want anything?”
“I should go,” she said, shifting restlessly under the weight of his leg.
Holding eye contact with her, he said into the phone, “We’ll need a pair of overnight kits, toothbrushes and—” He paused to listen, then said, “Perfect. Thank you.” He hung up. “The drawer in the bathroom likely has everything a couple might need, including more condoms.”
“They said that?”
“It was implied.”
“Did I imply that we needed more? Because I think I said I should go.”
“Exactly. Should. Not that you were intending to.”
“I begin to see why women tire of you,” she said in a pert undertone. “Apparently you don’t tire at all.”
His grin flashed as he settled more of his weight on her and began searching her hair for pins. “Look, I’m no expert, but I’m thinking this hairdo of yours is not going back to the ballroom. So you might as well stay.”
She should have taken her own hair apart, but instead she turned her head on the pillow to allow him to find the rest of the pins while she played delicate fingers across his collarbone and down to his biceps, where he braced himself on his forearm.
This was nice, she thought. It was the sort of sweet moment that should happen after lovemaking. If only...
“Why the sigh?” he asked, making her aware she’d released one. The last of her hairpins went onto the night table and he slid lower so they were eye to eye. “Regrets?” His tone held a fresh note of reserve.
“No,” she said halfheartedly, then more sincerely, “No, this was...” Nice? Hardly. It had been basic and regressive. The blatant way he’d watched her come apart in the mirror, then devoted himself to her pleasure before stamping her with guttural thrusts rushed back at her. The burn of a self-conscious flush crept into her throat and face. “I’m embarrassed, if you want the truth. I don’t fall into bed with men. I don’t behave like this at all. Ever.”
“Except with me,” he said, as though making the statement of a closing argument.
“Except with you,” she agreed softly, shifting her head so she felt his forearm under her cheek and had her lips against the smooth skin inside his biceps. He tasted faintly salty against her openmouthed kiss and smelled dark and masculine as she drew another fatalistic sigh.
“I’m not intuitive, Melodie, but you don’t sound happy about that.”
“Because even if I stay the night, I still have to leave in the morning. I’ll never feel like this again and that’s depressing.”
“You don’t have to leave.”
“I do. We’re flying to, um, gosh, I’m losing track.” She looked to the headboard as though it had the answer. “Hartford, maybe. Leaving really early.”
“You don’t sound as if you enjoy this job. Quit.”
“I can’t. If I finish my contract and Trenton gets his nomination, I get a bonus.” As she brought her chin back down, she adjusted the pearls so they weren’t strangling her. “Before you think I’m all about the money, it’s for Mom. She always wanted to go back to Paris. I promised her I’d sprinkle her ashes in the Seine.”
“I’ll take you,” he offered smoothly.
“Please don’t ruin this by suggesting I become your mistress,” she admonished, both tempted and slighted. She’d thought they’d acted as equals here.
“I have companions, not mistresses,” he corrected, pulling back and letting his hand fall on her stomach, but at a subliminal level, he’d pulled way back. “I don’t buy women.”
“Really. You don’t support your lovers? Buy them clothes or jewelry? Take them on trips?” she asked skeptically.
“I meet their needs while they’re with me, yes, and sometimes that extends to after we’ve stopped seeing each other. But it’s not an exchange for sex.”
“You’re just that generous?”
“I try to be.”
He sounded truthful, if stiffly reserved. Insulted?
“Well, I only have to get through the fall with this job and then I can look for something else. So I will,” she said.
His lips twitched with dismay. “I don’t like that answer,” he informed her. “Quit now and look for something when it suits you.”
Yes, she was a fool to think they were equals. Here was the rich tycoon who got what he wanted without regard for other people’s wishes.
Proceeding delicately because she didn’t want to ruin this fragile accord they’d managed to find, she said, “Roman, my mother put her fate in the hands of a powerful man, then birthed me into the same situation. It didn’t work out well for either of us. I need my independence so I don’t feel trapped or obligated.”
“I’m not trying to trap you,” he said with a scowl. “You could leave anytime.”
“Then, I’ll leave in the morning,” she said gently.
He swore. “Walked into that one, didn’t I?” He set his teeth. A muscle pulsed in his jaw. “I suppose I’ll have to use other methods of persuasion.” His gaze tracked back to hers and the heat in his eyes made her heart leap with panic.
“Don’t!” She pressed her hands to his chest, holding him off as he started to tuck her beneath him.
He went motionless, only his head coming up slightly as he dragged his gaze from her nudity beneath him to the conflict that must be evident in her eyes.
“I’m not going to hurt you, Melodie,” he said, brows coming together with concern.
“I think you might,” she said, feeling her lips start to tremble. “You scare me, Roman. The way you make me feel. Please. If tonight is about making peace, please don’t use my weakness against me.”
He absorbed that in silence, only a small tick in his cheek letting her know he’d heard and was processing.