Too much thinking. Maybe she needed to let go of what she couldn’t remember and what she didn’t understand. He’d been a perfect gentleman for seven days, and she hated that.
Because right now all she wanted was to have his arms around her.
When he was finally free of his clothing, she got one magnificent glimpse of his hardened body before he dove straight into the water. Like an Olympian.
He swam over to her and boxed her in against the wall. “The water is warm,” he said as his body pressed closer to hers.
“Yes, it’s wonderful. But shouldn’t you have left some sort of swim trunks on? Shorts? Anything? You have people working here, and they could come in at any time.”
“I told them to leave — to leave us,” he whispered before leaning forward and running his lips down her neck.
A shudder rushed through her. She wanted to turn her head, to kiss him full on the lips, but something instinctive held her back. Maybe she wasn’t a slut. But why not just do, though? Why couldn’t she just go for the gusto and take what she wanted?
“Chris,” she murmured, her insides growing molten as he reached around her and pulled her away from the wall and into those strong arms of his.
“Yes, Adara?”
His hardness was pressing against her stomach, and her nipples were jutting out against the fabric of her bikini top. She released her grasp on the wall and wrapped her arms around his neck.
Okay, so she couldn’t just kiss him. But she could ask him to help her out. “Kiss me, please.” Her words were almost inaudible.
His eyes instantly filled with desire and a low growl made its way past his throat as he pushed even more closely against her. He reached down and wrapped her legs around his waist, making his manhood rub insistently against her core.
She grew hot in an instant, ready for him to rip her little bathing suit off and take her right there in the warm pool water.
Lowering his head, he connected their lips, and the sparks she’d already been feeling in her body were transformed into explosions. He caressed her mouth with his own, and she didn’t hang back now. She gave in to his kiss, got lost in his embrace.
This was a different kiss from the others they’d exchanged in the past week. This kiss was a promise of what was to come, and she was sure that she didn’t want to turn back, that she didn’t want to leave his arms until she’d . . . she’d . . . had all she could of him. Every glorious inch. And there were a lot of them . . .
He withdrew, but she refused to let him go. “Please, don’t stop,” she moaned.
He growled again and fused his lips once more with hers while tugging on the string of her bikini top and releasing it. He yanked it away, and then her bare breasts were pressed firmly against the muscles of his chest.
It wasn’t enough. It felt as if it would never be enough. She needed them to become one. She needed it more than she’d ever needed anything in her life, or so it seemed. She had no doubts any longer.
He ran his mouth down the column of her neck, and when he sucked on the tender skin where her pulse was beating erratically, she had no choice but to let out a cry. And as that mouth of his proceeded slowly down to the line between her breasts, she started to hyperventilate.
It took a moment for her to realize that he was propelling the two of them through the water and into the shallow hot tub at the other end of the pool, because he’d captured one of her nipples in his mouth and was licking it avidly, and her entire body was tensed up in pleasure.
He ran one hand up over the curve of her breast while he now devoured the other nipple.
“Don’t stop,” she begged him.
“Are you sure?” he asked before sweeping his tongue in the valley between her breasts.
Her core pulsed with need. “Absolutely sure,” she gasped, digging into his shoulders with her fingernails.
He untied the knots on the side of her bikini bottom, and as the material floated away in the tub, so did any and all of her inhibitions. She was ready for this, and she didn’t need to have her memory back to know that.
Nothing mattered more at this moment than to be joined with him. To have and to hold. She could give up oxygen, food, anything at all — anything except for the passion she was feeling right now. His lips made a trail back up her neck and he captured her waiting mouth once again. She delighted in tasting him, and she pushed her now naked womanhood against his arousal.
Moving her hips back and forth almost frantically, she told him without words that she wanted him to sink inside her.
He took the hint. Smart guy.
With one solid thrust he buried himself deep within her and Adara let out another cry of passion as she tightened around him. The smallest of movements would send her over the edge to glory and she was aching for it. Aching for it all.
Before she had time to urge him on, he took charge. He grabbed hold of her hips and pulled back almost completely before thrusting forward again, all the way, with a single sure stroke.
She let go. What else could she do? Her body convulsed around his as she broke away from his lips and cried out her ecstasy. He moved his mouth to her neck and continued plunging in and out of her body, drawing out her pleasure.
Just as one orgasm ended, another began — one even more intense — and as he now moved faster and faster, his groans mingling with hers, she kept wailing in joy under the power of her climaxes.
“Adara!” He shouted her name, the sound echoing around the indoor pool as he found his release.
His manhood still pulsed against her walls and warmth washed through her as they each found total pleasure lying there locked together. Neither of them could move now.
Hell, the thought of ever moving again was too much even to think about.
But nature took its course. As Chris pulled himself gently from her and hoisted her and himself up on the bench in the hot tub, Adara curled up in his arms and rested her head on his shoulder. She felt at peace. Finally.
“Thank you, my princess,” he whispered.
“I should be the one doing the thanking. That was stunning,” she told him with a sated sigh.
“Let’s just agree that we’re both very pleased, my dearest Adara.”
Adara tensed then, and she pulled her head up. “Oh, my goodness. I have no idea where my bathing suit is. What if someone comes in?”
“I told you before, darling. I ordered them to leave us alone. They won’t invade our privacy.”
She looked around nervously anyway. “I’d still feel better if I had some sort of clothing on,” she said.
“I agree. I’ll get you a robe and we’ll go to my bedroom. My bedroom. When we’re there, I’ll be able to take the proper amount of time, to give you what you and your body deserve.”
“I wasn’t complaining about what you did before, Chris.” Another shudder passed through her, and though she didn’t think it possible, she felt her core instantly moisten at the thought of beginning their lovemaking again. He obviously felt something similar — he was growing hard once more against her hip.
“Woman, you do such incredible things to me,” he said before giving her one more extraordinary kiss and then releasing her so he could climb from the water.
Watching the perfect definition of his backside as he walked away had her completely ready to go at it again. He was truly a masterpiece of a man. Michelangelo’s David had nothing on this guy.
“Here’s your robe. You have exactly three seconds to get out of the tub and put it on. Because if you keep looking at me with that hunger in your eyes, I won’t be able to control myself any longer. I’ll just pull you from the water and take you again right here on the cold tiles at the side of this damned pool. Not that they’d be cold for long.”
“Ohhhh” was the only sound that came from her parched mouth at first. But then her eyes skimmed down his body and settled on his shockingly hard manhood. “You can take me anytime, anywhere.”
She didn’t realize she’d said
it out loud until she found herself being hauled from the water and pulled against his chest.
Yet he suddenly pushed her away, wrapped the robe around her, and did up the tie before throwing a towel around his waist. And then he was lifting her into his arms — and throwing her over his shoulders as he moved away from the pool in haste.
“Wh . . . what are you doing?” she gasped. She was hanging down his naked back, for goodness’ sake. The world was spinning on its axis.
“I’m taking you to my bedroom. To my bed. I think I explained that plan before.”
“Ohhh.” That was all she could say.
They barely made it to his room before he tossed her on the bed unceremoniously — a severe lack of proper behavior in a prince! — and proceeded to make love to her. For hours and hours. She forgave him for his caveman tactics.
They only emerged from the bed long enough to call for food and to shower, and then they went right back. And that shower had its interesting moments.
She’d never shower again without picturing herself on her knees, taking him deep inside her mouth. The two of them had obviously never had a problem in the lovemaking department; they fit so naturally together, in every way.
They must have been truly in love, she thought later as she lay against his chest and fell asleep with his arms possessively around her. She’d fallen in love with him all over again.
