His smile faltered for a moment, and her heart sank, but then his face split into a grin that practically reached his ears.
“You were planning to ravish me before you even left London.”
Chapter Ten
“You’re an insufferable sod, and I like to be prepared.” She groused, an impressive feat considering the grin on her face.
“Prepared for my prick, you mean. And for the record, I brought French letters, as I too like to be prepared.” This earned him a pinch on the arm, which only made him dissolve further into laughter. He was being an enormous arse—and quite possibly ruining his chances of getting to put said prick anywhere near her—but the woman was a delight to incense.
“For a man who is just a step from the monarchy, you use very crude language.” It would be easier to take Marena’s growl more seriously if she were not currently naked and holding up the contraception device she’d brought from London, which she had obviously planned to use while in Paris.
His cock gave a slight jump for joy at that new development as he made his way to her. “You look extremely tempting leaning on that dresser,” he said, taking her in. “I’d envisioned fucking on the bed, but now I’m reconsidering.” He licked his lips as she squirmed. “If I seat you on the edge, I can see your tits bouncing as I thrust into you, suck on them while your sweet little cunt tightens around my cock.”
“You are a reprobate.”
“Of the worst order,” he teased, putting his hand out for the pouch which she lifted over her head.
“You are not touching it with dirty hands.”
“But my hands have only been…in you,” he said innocently, eliciting another frustrated growl from her. And then a second one when he effortlessly lifted her until she was seated on the dresser. Instead of trying to convince her to hand him the cap again, he did what any reasonable man who had a pair of luscious breasts at face level would do. He popped one in his mouth.
“This is unseemly, Arlo. I am trying to be serious.” Her breaths were coming more quickly, so he continued his efforts. Suckled on one nipple while his thumb and index finger tweaked the other. He used his tongue and teeth, as he had noticed Marena enjoyed, and soon she was panting, legs spreading for him. Her arms came to her sides and she fumbled with something between her legs.
He came up for air to ask if she needed assistance, but a hand at the back of his head pressed him right to the nipple he’d abandoned. “The more you do that, the easier it is to put this in place, and then I can finally experience this legendary cock for myself.” She sounded winded, but right under that there was amusement, and that was what undid him. This woman who had been so distant, so cold with him, was now playful. She had no qualms in showing him that she wanted him as much as he wanted her.
It overtook him again, the greedy feeling, that urge to manipulate and cajole until she agreed to see him again once they were back in London. He just might make commitments or marriage offers if it came to that, just so that he could continue to have this.
“I’m ready,” she whispered, her voice suddenly small and fragile. “Now you get ready.”
He moved fast, making quick work of finding the condom in his pockets and sheathed his cock. Within a moment he stood to his full height, pressed between her thighs, already poised to enter her.
He kissed her as he spread her folds. He stroked her, their tongues gliding together. Her small moans of pleasure enticed him until his hips rolled against her. He was at the edge of a precipice, and once he jumped would never be able to find his way back.
“Please, Arlo.”
“What do you need?” he asked through clenched teeth as he held the base of his cock, the wet tip rubbing against the little nub that brought out those delicious sounds out of her.
“You, I need you.” She rocked her hips closer, and they both gasped as he entered her. He forced himself to stay perfectly still for a breath, for a heartbeat. then slid in until he was fully seated in her.
No. There was no coming back from this. He already knew the truth. He would want more, much more from Marena Baine-Torres.
“You are…” Perfect. Irreversible. Essential. “Tell me how I feel inside you,” he asked with an urgency he could not recall feeling with anyone ever before. He needed hear her to say this was obliterating her too.
“So good and I’m so full,” she cried, her arms tightly wound around his neck as he surged into her. “Don’t stop. Please,” she begged, her hips thrusting to meet his, as if their bodies had been made for this singular purpose. He lowered two fingers to the tight space between them and circled her clitoris, making her keen from pleasure. Soon, he felt her walls gripping him until he, too, was gasping for breath.
“You feel so good, sweetheart. I want to be inside you forever.” Even in the heat of this moment, those words struck true. He would never get enough. He kissed her hungrily, luxuriating in how freely she screamed her climax against his lips. She gripped him like a vise, hot and perfect, and soon he felt his orgasm crash over him. He braced his legs on the floor and held onto her as their breathing evened out. Once he could make his limbs move again, he scooped her up and brought her to the bed.
“You seem to favor these gratuitous displays of strength,” she mumbled against his neck.
“Not carrying you would’ve meant letting you out of my grasp, and I can’t let go quite yet.” He was being possessive, but that would linger as long as he still had the taste of her on his tongue.
Once she was on the bed, he got a damp towel from the water closet and cleaned them both up. Then he covered them with the light linen blankets that felt cool in the warmer June night. He took her in his arms, her hot, damp skin already feeling essential. And she went to him, still amorous and pliable. She rested her head on him and sighed contentedly. He already wanted to demand more time with her. In business, no one could outmaneuver him; he could wait any competitor out. But when it came to Marena, urgency felt like a fever under his skin.
“This has been an evening of exquisite pleasure, Your Grace,” she whispered as she peppered him with kisses.
“You are a pleasure.” There was a rumbling in his chest as he stroked her wild curls and felt her warm hands against his skin. “I enjoy you very much.” His heart galloped inside him from all the things he wanted to say but didn’t know how to voice. She murmured something, a sleepy, soft sound, and tightened her arms around him while he warred with himself.
He had not been prepared for this. Then again, the world he lived in, the peerage and its silly rules and inconsistent behaviors, its morally vacuous sensibilities and puritanical nonsense, could not produce a magnificent being like the woman in his arms. Maybe that was why he’d been content all these years with the idea of remaining alone. If he’d imagined someone like her was possible, he would’ve been running for the altar years ago.
“I want to see you when we’re in London.” The words were out of his mouth before he could stop himself, and just as quickly the fragile perfection of the moment was shattered.
Marena sat up, her eyes wide and skittish. “Arlo. We agreed.”
“That was before we—” He gestured a hand in the space between them.