“Ah … at last! You’re jealous.”
“Of someone that does not as yet exist? Don’t be silly!” She realized how her previous response sounded but her annoyance was clear in her eyes. If she had to find out he slept with someone whilst there … she would … she would … castrate him! Not even realizing how possessive that made her of him.
“Besides, your sexual frustration is for me. A busty blonde won’t satisfy you.” His eyebrows rose at her blatant reminder and a slow smile curved his lips.
“And should you decide to … indulge yourself whilst you are there … frustrated is what you will remain. Then you can forget about ever … how did you put it … making me yours!” She jumped up and taking her plate and coffee mug stormed back into the house, leaving an astounded but elated Nicolas behind.
Her passion and possessiveness thrilled him and he ran up the stairs humming happily.
Mary managed to calm Samantha down by her obvious concern over Nicolas going away so far and alone. She was smiling when she walked up the stairs.
She laid out her outfit for the day on her bed, quickly undressed and armed with her dressing gown headed for the shower. Being the master suites, the two rooms also shared a bathroom and so far it had been easy not to cross paths with Nicolas as she usually finished in the bathroom whilst he went jogging in the morning.
It has been close to an hour since she left him on the patio, so she was relatively sure he was finished in the bathroom. With no sound permeating from within, she opened the door and walked in naked, aiming for the shower, only to freeze on the spot as she caught Nicolas’s burning gaze in the mirror, where he stood frozen with a towel in his hand, in the process of wiping his face clean of the remaining shaving cream.
For long moments they remained motionless, staring into each other’s eyes in the reflection of the mirror. Samantha gasped and a flush stole down her body to tint it a rosy hue all over when Nicolas’s eyes released hers to slowly travel over her naked body. She saw them hesitate and his eyelids lowered as he stared at her breasts, at the round globes, which was slightly more than a handful, with no droop in it, but the rose nipples were what made his mouth water, large, soft and so sensitive that it shriveled at his gaze.
His hungry eyes slid down her perfect shape to hesitate hungrily at the juncture between her legs, and then he stopped breathing. Her mound was hairless and begged for his touch. When his tongue circled his lips Samantha managed to pull herself together and lifted the dressing gown she gripped in her hand to cover her nakedness from his probing eyes.
She retreaded to the door, stammering, “I’m sorry. I thought you would be finished by now. I should have knocked …”
She desperately groped for the door handle behind her, but before she found it Nicolas was in front of her, his hands going over her shoulders to flatten against the door next to her head; effectively imprisoning her between his body and the door.
He smiled crookedly and Samantha has never felt as vulnerable in front of him as she did at that moment. She was overly conscious of the fact that she was buck naked, with only a satin dressing gown pressed in front of her and a very small towel covering his hips, were what separated their naked skin.
“Yes, baby, you should have …”
His head lowered and her lips lifted and met him halfway, elating him so much that he slanted his lips over hers, kissing her hard and wickedly passionate. He twisted his lips over her from side to side; tugging at her lips with so much force it was as if he was trying to draw her into his body. He lifted his head and his eyes were hooded when he looked at her.
“Lord, baby, you are so beautiful!”
“Nicolas …” His name whispered between her lips and he could do no other but to swoop down again and capture them with his. His hands dropped to her shoulders, drawing her away from the door and up against his body, at the same time pulling her gown from her lifeless fingers and flinging his towel to the ground.
When he drew her hard against him; their moans orchestrated around them. Hard met soft, his muscled body fitted against her soft curves perfectly and they strained closer. He whispered urgently against her lips.
“Woman, you have no idea what you do to me!” She silenced him with soft, moist kisses against his mouth. His arousal grew even harder against her stomach and she reveled in the pulsating size and life of it. Her hand itched to fold around the hard length. Her hands drifted over his shoulders and caressed his back.
His hands were not idle and stroked her buttocks, slowly up her back to circle to her front over her ribs to fondle her breasts. He breathed her moan into his body and gave her one right back as her nipples immediately shriveled and hardened further from his ministrations. He stroked, pulled and softly pinched the burning nubs, slowly kissing down her neck to close and pull the skin at the closure of her neck between his lips, sucking strongly. Suddenly he had the urgent need to leave his mark on her. Leave a reminder of these moments, to force her to remember the feelings running through her when he touched her every time she looked in the mirror.
She shivered, moaned again and gripped his shoulders, her head thrown back in ecstasy and offering him free access to her body, which he gladly accepted. His one arm slid around her waist to hold her in place, his other stroked a sensual path from her throat all the way between her breasts to her navel and back up again, at the same time bending her backwards even more.
His lips moved lightly down her chest barely touching but leaving heat in its wake, causing the heat to slowly burn a line of desire towards her groin. He slowly licked the valley between her breast, nuzzling the sides of each and then placing soft kisses on the undersides of each breast. Her legs moved restlessly next to his and he smiled against her breast.
“Nicolas, please …” He knew what she wanted but he continued the torment kissing around and closer to each nipple. The nubs were fully aroused, begging for his mouth to taste them.
Samantha felt as if she would combust if he didn’t take her nipple in his mouth and her hands closed around his neck, her fingers curling in the hair at the nape of his neck, holding him close and urging him closer still.
She lifted her one leg and locked it around his hips pushing her wetness against his aroused length. Jason growled and felt as if he had just been kicked in the gut. He gritted his teeth and his hands tightened painfully around her hips, forcing the lust racing through his body to a raging simmer.
He could not deny her any longer and his mouth closed around her breast, taking half of her breast in his mouth, and then sucked hard, noisily as if he was a hungry infant feeding. Hearing his deep suckling enjoyment of her flesh blew the top of the volcano she had been trying to deny for so long and a low wail escaped her lips. He gave the other breast the same treatment whilst his fingers rolled and pinched the first to offer twin enjoyment. He continued the torture-pleasure, softly nibbling, scraping and lightly biting the tip only to suck deeply to soften the sting until the wet heat of her arousal slithered through her tender folds.
Nicolas’ whole body shook he was so aroused, he drew her leg still locked around his hips higher and tighter around him and pushed his erection against the juncture of her body, his growl so loud she caught her breath.
“God you are so hot … and holy lord … so wet!” He dropped his head to her shoulder his breathing haggard, his hands tightened around her hips, his fingers digging into the soft flesh and she winced.
“Nico … You … We … I … ooohhhh.” Her groan rose in octaves as he moved his rigid erection slowly up and down her wet, hot opening.
“Nicolas, where are you? Nicolas! You are going to miss your plane. Nicolas!” It took his hazed mind a few moments to realize it was not Samantha calling his name, but Mary from his room.
He groaned softly, and drew Samantha’s leg from around his waist to pull her tightly against him and hugged her tight.
“I’m in here Mary. I’ll be right along.”
“You better be. The Shuttle
is on its way up the driveway.”
He sighed, pushed Samantha reluctantly away and looked into her desire induced eyes. She looked so enticing and aroused; his erection throbbed painfully against her. Grinning ruefully he said, “You picked one hell of a time to seduce me, woman!”
“Me seduce you! Oh, …”
“If only we had the time! Remember one thing, my darling, when I am back we will finish this, and I for one, can’t wait!” He placed a hard, moist kiss on her lips, then pulled open the door and pushed her into her room.
“Now, get out of here so I can get finished.”
Samantha stood motionless facing the bathroom door for a long time, mentally forcing her body to relax. Then she sighed and went to stand in front of the side window, gazing down to the front door, absently noticing the white airport shuttle waiting for Nicolas, but failed to notice the white haired chauffeur gasping for breath when he saw her.
Her wanton reaction to his caresses and kisses flashed through her mind and she groaned, closing her eyes. She heard a door opening and looking down and watched Nicolas run down the steps with only his pants, socks and shoes on. He pulled his shirt on as he ran, his jacket hanging haphazardly over his one arm. He nodded at the old chauffeur holding the door open for him and then looked up towards her window just before he got in and froze.
Her hair was like a midnight ravens wing in the sun, framing her beautiful face. The rays of the sun played over her naked breasts and his breath caught in his throat. He knew just then that this would be a picture he would always treasure and remember.
With his eyes fixed on her chest she realized with a start that she was standing stark naked in front of the window, in full view of Nicolas … and the chauffeur!
She swung away and headed straight to the bathroom, her whole body flushed red.
Nicolas pushed his shirt inside his pants, pulled his jacket on and got into the luxurious 4 x 4 shuttle. The old chauffeur grinned at him in the rearview mirror as he pulled away. “I see you had a difficult time to pull away from the misses?”
“Something like that …”
“Well, if I had a woman that looked like that this early in the morning, I would have cancelled that flight!”
Nicolas stiffened and glared at the older man. “You saw her?”
“Could hardly miss her … not to worry, mister, at my age I can only appreciate sights like that.”
“Yeah … remember that!”
“Hah … a jealous an’ p’ssessive beasty ye ar’ then?” His Irish accent more pronounced all of a sudden.
Nicolas suddenly realized that was exactly how he now felt. Having received the full force of her sensuality and wantonness, he hated just the thought of any man touching her or even seeing her as he had this morning.
He groaned and knew that he has never wanted or desired a woman as badly as he did Samantha. Nor has he ever been jealous or possessive of any woman in his life. He frowned at the realization, but shrugged it off. It was only because he wanted her so badly, as soon as he made love to her, all those fluffy feelings would disappear.
But in his heart he already admitted wryly that he was only trying to fool himself.
Chapter Ten
“No, Stop! Please no! Don’t hurt me! Oh God, nooooo!” Terrified screams echoed through the room and Samantha woke with a start, sweat and tears streaming down her face. She shivered uncontrollably and gasped for breath. She pulled long deep gasps of air into her lungs and forced her body to calm down.
She had that damn nightmare again! That damn awful nightmare! For four years her nights have been free of it, and now suddenly over the past week and a half she’s had it four times already.
Weekly she stumbled to the bathroom, walked into the shower and stood under the stinging water until the shivering ceased. Then she grabbed the bar of soap and scrubbed her whole body down vigorously, as though trying to rid it from something, her breathing hard.
Wrapping herself in a towel she went to stand on the balcony and stared into the black night with empty eyes. Something triggered those nightmares recurrence, forcing her to remember that awful night and the most terrifying experience ever. One she tried to push so far in the recesses of her mind, that she had come to believe it was buried forever.
She sighed as Nicolas’ face flashed through her mind, and heat bubbled low in her stomach just remembering the highly passionate interlude in the bathroom the day he left. She gasped and suddenly she knew … it was Nicolas! He was the reason her dreams returned.
The passion and desire between them were so intense and clearly her subconscious mind rebelled against it, reminding her through these nightmares of the pain caused by lust. It had to stop. No longer could she allow him to tempt her with his kisses. She stood motionless until the blackness of the night lightened lazily on the horizon. She glanced at her clock radio and decided she might just as well get dressed and go to the office.
She had to use some concealer to lighten the dark circles under her eyes and more make up than usual. The result made her eyes appear mysterious and heavy lidded. Slipping high heeled pumps on, she headed for the kitchen where Mary was already up and about.
Mary looked at Samantha penetratingly and asked in a worried tone, “What are you doing up so early? It is barely five!?
“I couldn’t sleep,” she mumbled, avoiding Mary’s eyes.
“Sammy, what is wrong? What are those nightmares about?”
The first night she had the nightmare, Mary came rushing into her room, only to be chased away immediately; Samantha was overcome with terror and did not want her to witness her at her most vulnerable.
“Don’t worry about me, Mary, I’ll be fine. I have so much work to do at the office, I decided to leave early. I hope you haven’t started with breakfast yet?”
“But it is still dark outside!”
“I realize that, but I have to go! I don’t know what time I will be back tonight. I have an early meeting and a string of appointments thereafter, so I will have to work late to catch up on some admin.”
“But it’s Friday!”
“Mary, Mary … please don’t fret. If I don’t see you later, I’ll see you in the morning.” She rushed out, preventing any further haggling and started working immediately on arrival at the office and soon the discovery of what caused its recurrence, were completely forgotten.
It was just after seven when Nicolas came home. He finished his business a day earlier and took the private jet before first light this morning. The late dinner with a business associate the evening before could not be avoided else he would have been home the night before already.
He had a knot of anticipation in his stomach at the thought of holding Samantha in his arms again. He hoped she was still sleeping, but she was usually an early riser, so he turned to the kitchen expecting to find her there with her usual early morning cup of coffee.
Mary banged pots and pans with so much force, mumbling non-stop that he winced at the sounds shooting through his head.
“At this rate I will have to buy a whole new set of pots and pans! What’s wrong, Mary?”
“Oh Nicolas, I am so glad you are back!” The obvious relief in her face and voice alarmed him instantly. He waited for her to continue.
“It’s Samantha. If only she was not so independent and headstrong! If only she would open up and talk about it! But no … I’ll be fine … that’s all she says … I’ll be fine!”
“Mary, what are you talking about? I am going up to ta …”
“She’s not here.”
“What? Where is she?” Dread filled his heart. Did he scare her away with his promises and desire?
“At work.”
“At work at seven in the morning?”
“She already left at five!” Nicolas frowned, realizing something serious was amiss.
“You better tell me what is going on, Mary? What happened?”
“I wish I knew! She started having nightmares right after you left. Four n
ights I woke up to her terrified screams.”
“Why didn’t you go to her?”
“I did, but she chased me off straight away. I have never seen anyone looking so terrified and vulnerable. Nicolas, something terrible is haunting that girl!”
“I’m going to the office.”
“You do that, but Nicolas, be gentle with her. She had one early this morning again.”
With a deep frown marring his brow he got into his luxurious SUV and drove as fast as he could to the office in Sandton.
It was after eight when he stepped out of the elevator and barely acknowledged the greetings aimed his way. He was still frowning when he walked into her office next to his. The door stood slightly ajar so he softly pushed it open, stepped through and closed it behind him. He stared at her, immediately noticing the dark circles below her eyes, yet she was still a picture of beauty and took his breath away. She was so engrossed with what she was doing she did not even realize he was there; he walked up to her desk.
“So, our little COO loves her job so much she has to rush here at five in the morning.” His voice sounded raspy and hoarse.
Samantha startled and stared at him in shock. For several moments she just sat gazing at him, her eyes appreciating his attractive maleness and her heart missed a beat: then started beating a mile a minute. She only just realized how much she has missed him.
“Oh, how I love this man!” The thought snapped her upright, but realized immediately she could not deny her feeling for him. His brooding gaze made her snap out of her frozen state.
“Mary has a big mouth.”
“She is very concerned about you.”
Samantha sighed, bit her lip and wondered just how much Mary tattled to him.
“Tell me what’s wrong, Samantha. What chased you to the office at five in the morning?”
“Nicolas, please, I don’t want to talk about it,” she sighed heavily and rubbed her neck.
“Well, I do.”
“And I have nothing to say, do you hear me? Nothing. Whatever is bothering me is none of your concern and I will appreciate it if you would just let it be.” Her chin lifted stubbornly and she glared at him.
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