Nikolaj shakes his head. “I won’t argue with you. I was as dumbfounded as you were. And you know what? I can’t imagine us getting married anywhere else in the world.”
My jaw drops. “Do you really mean that?”
My God. I love this man so much.
“You should know me by now, sweetness, I never say anything I don’t mean. In my humble opinion, as your future husband, we should spend the days leading to our wedding soaking in every single blissful moment, not stressing over a million last-minute things that could go wrong.”
“That’s music to my ears. I can’t wait to get back to Paris and call Tanner to ask him to cancel everything we’ve already booked. I’m sure we’ll end up paying penalties, but it will be well worth it.”
“I couldn’t agree with you more. Give me some time to talk to my mother when I go back to Copenhagen next week and then you’ll be able to cut Anton loose as well.” Bye-bye bitchy wedding planner.
“How do you think she’ll take it?” As delirious as I am right now to be able to take back control of my own wedding day, I’m still concerned our decision might cause some friction between my soon-to-be mother-in-law and I.
“I’ll enlist the help of my father. He has a way with her. I don’t know how he does it, but he can deliver the worst news and she’ll accept it. I’m sure he’ll find the right words to smooth things out.”
“I surely hope so. I don’t want our relationship to start on the wrong foot.”
“You shouldn’t feel guilty for speaking up. This is our day.” Nikolaj moves his hand from the stick shift to my leg and squeezes my thigh tenderly. His warm touch is a reminder that this impromptu escapade has put a bit of a damper on our sex life. When you combine this with our hectic schedules, the last time Nik was inside me was nearly seventy-two hours ago when he spent half the night pounding me. “On a different subject, I must say you look smashing in this dress.”
“Well, thank you,” I coo under my lashes as I smooth my hands over my hips where the fabric caresses my curves. “It’s fun and flirty.”
“You wear it well.” He flashes me a daring side look and I know we’ll certainly test the bed in our hotel room before we venture out for cocktails.
“You know, we still have a very long half-an-hour ride until we reach the hotel in Cannes.”
“I’d hardly qualify thirty minutes as very long.” He chuckles. Although he’s looking straight ahead, I can still see him roll his eyes.
“It’s relative, isn’t it?”
“In what sense?”
“I want you and I don’t know if I can wait that long,” I say, folding my lower lip into my mouth.
“Yes, you can, Ciara. I promise to make it worth your while.”
“Why is it that when you’re in the mood I have to drop everything and give myself to you, but when I’m dying to have your cock inside me, we can wait?” I sit a little straighter in my seat and fold my arms across my chest, doing my best to look as disappointed as possible.
“Look around you. There’s nothing but empty road and fields of lavender.”
“Exactly.”
Nikolaj is always in control, but the excitement I read in his gaze is unmistakable. “What are you suggesting?” He curls his lips, amused. “Where do you propose I fuck you, Ciara? This sports convertible only seats two and you and I are far too tall to even attempt this sort of Cirque du Soleil contortion exercise.”
“I agree. That would be foolish and neither of us would be able to walk for the rest of the day.” I grin. “I think we should take full advantage of Mother Nature. We can park the car on one of these side roads,” I say, waving my finger in front of us, “grab one of the blankets I saw in the trunk and…” I purposely let my words trail off.
He flashes an incredulous look. “You can’t possibly be serious. You’re expecting me to pull over so that I can fuck you in one of those lavender fields?”
“Why not? The stems are so high they’ll hide our debauchery.”
“There you go again with your burning desire to have sex outside.”
“And you refuse me every single time—”
He interrupts me. “What about the other night on our deck?”
“That doesn’t count. I’m talking outside in a public place. Your reluctance leads me to believe you can’t perform unless you’re hiding behind four walls or in the safety of our home,” I retort, determined to get my way. “What are you afraid of? Too much pressure?” I dig even further.
“Don’t even go there with me, love. We both know I can perform under any circumstances.”
“Prove it,” I challenge. My defiance nearly causes him to have whiplash.
I can almost see the wheels churning in his head as he decides if he’s going to be upset at me or take me up on my offer. After a few long minutes of silence, I sweeten the pot.
“Fine. If you don’t want to… or you can’t… satisfy me—”
“Careful, sweetheart, you’re treading on very dangerous ground,” he warns.
“Whatever.” I snort. “I’ll just sit here and pleasure myself until I come.”
“You wouldn’t dare.” He flashes me a threatening look, but when I notice him folding his lower lip inside his mouth, I know he’s turned on.
“Damn right I would,” I respond with a triumphant grin. I lean forward and reach around my back until my fingers slide underneath the fabric of my dress. Without looking at him, I unhook my bra, wiggle my way out of it and, after twirling it around my index finger a few times, I fling it into the backseat. “Much better.” I know I’m adding salt to an open wound, but I also know it won’t take him much to cave in.
It’s pure genius that I wore this short Yves Saint Laurent yellow halter-top design I scored at a sample sale a few months ago in New York. Had I opted for my tight-fitting white jeans, this salacious interlude would’ve been far more complicated.
“Ciara,” he growls.
“Huh?” I ask with fake innocence.
His eyes might be on the road, but the way he’s gripping the steering wheel suggests he’s not unaffected by my little ruse. Oh, yeah, he must be so hard by now.
When he still ignores my attempt at seducing him, I pull out the big guns. I slowly shimmy my dress up until I’m fully exposed. I circle my index finger around the side of my panties.
This is going to be so much fun. “Look. Virginal white. Your favorite.”
“Pull your dress down right now, Ciara.”
I ignore him and continue. “Do you want to do the honors or should I rip them apart while you watch? Oh, gosh, I hope it won’t be too distracting.”
Nikolaj doesn’t answer. He simply moves his right hand from the stick shift he’s been gripping to cup his bulging crotch.
“Fuck, Ciara,” he hisses between clenched teeth.
“What? You wouldn’t suffer like this if you just gave in to my desires, baby. It’s early in the day on a Friday and no one else is on the road but us. Those lavender fields will conceal our sins,” I say, looking to my right, “and since there aren’t any homes around, no one will hear me scream when I come hard.” I curl up my lips, waiting for his reaction. If his eyes got any bigger, they’d take up his whole face.
“That’s it,” he grunts. He takes a left at the first side road, shifts gear and slams on the brakes so hard my ponytail whips in my face, blinding me temporarily. Someone’s been defeated. Ha!
Before the engine even stops roaring, he’s leaning into me, inches from my mouth. The gleam in his blue eyes suggests I’m pushing all the right buttons. He’s so close I can make out every single shade of aquamarine in his irises. “You want me to fuck you outdoors?” I nod, excited. “I will.” His words are calculated. “I’m warning you, Ciara. This is going to end one way—you screaming out my name so loudly they’ll hear you all the way back in Paris.” Yes.
“Well, it’s about time you got with the program, buddy.” I huff.
“I should take your ass without bot
hering with lube for being so cocky.”
“Why don’t you?”
“Oh, this is going to be good,” he chuckles with an evil undertone.
I’ve already planned my escape. Nikolaj doesn’t even have his hand on the door handle by the time I jump out of the car, slam the door shut and lean in to tempt him further, fully aware that the top of my dress is sliding down and revealing my naked boobs. “No, baby, I won’t make it easy for you. You want me? Catch me if you can.” I giggle childishly as I cross the road and run to hide inside the purple field.
“Ciara.”
He shouts my name. His tone teeters between raw lust and irritation at my taunting him and demanding he satisfies my needs. It’s too late. I’m long gone.
I start running furiously, aware it won’t take long for him to catch me. Since I didn’t expect to be an easy target, I wore a pair of high-heeled white wedge sandals that are gorgeous, but so not appropriate to dodge a horny man who stands six-three tall. Not to mention that the bright color of my dress against the two-toned background of purples and greens acts like a neon sign screaming ‘come get me.’ But isn’t that what I want?
I move as fast as I can. Right, then left. He’s going to be annoyed beyond belief and then he’ll fuck me until I pass out. The thought fuels me and increases my speed. Suddenly I slow down and drop to my knees. I hope only a faint gleam of the brightness of my dress escapes through the high strands of green stems.
The minutes pass and there’s no sign of Nikolaj anywhere. Shit. I cringe when my legs start to cramp. Has he given up so easily? Maybe he’s really pissed off at me and he didn’t even bother to come after me. Maybe he’s still sitting inside the car waiting for me to emerge from my hideout. Then I see the dark shade of his jeans moving steadily closer through the intervening bushes. I poke my head out and I can see him now, his footsteps so self-assured. When he catches me he’ll be unforgiving.
My heart starts to hammer, my fingers closing around strands of lavender as if to give me courage. I’ve seen this carnal glee in his eyes before, but it’s doing little at not making me feel like prey. How can I possibly outrun him? I scramble to my feet and I dart away.
I gasp when I hear a grunt of satisfaction from him. The silence of our surroundings emphasizes the thud of his footsteps behind me. I laugh, giddy and nervous at the same time, with the wind behind me. Risking a glance back, I see him, his shirt already unbuttoned and his heavily muscled chest gleaming from sweat, glistening under the sun. He slows down just enough to remove his black shirt.
Lord. He’s gorgeous. There’s no doubt about it, all my teasing has transformed him into a determined predator. Ignoring the fact he’s closing in on me, I run faster. I’m sure if he reaches out he’ll easily grab hold of my dress. Exhilarated by the chase, I stumble, the rhythmic beat of my heart so loud I can’t even hear my own breathing. I attempt to pick up speed to force him to work for it a little more, but his hand closes on my arm. Damn. Unwilling to give myself up so easily, I yank and his hand slides off me. It’s not over yet. I smirk, peeking back at his annoyed grimace. Faster, Ciara. I’m so busy gloating at myself and at my own devious ways, I’m taken off guard when he charges and tackles me, bringing us both down onto the grass. He rolls at the last minute, taking the fall on his back, protecting me with his arms.
“Ha,” I gasp.
“Got you, baby,” he laughs. “You’re all mine now.” Panting for breath, I fight him, hoping I can get away a second time. My feeble attempts only make him laugh even harder. His strong hands slide under the fabric of my dress and close over my boobs. “That was a great challenge, love. Naughty, naughty. You’ve got me so aroused I feel like a starved beast. You’ve been begging for my cock?” My breath hitches in response to his hunger for me. “Picture the last time I fucked you hard, now triple that.”
“I can’t believe you’ll hold an innocent little game against me.” I slide my hand between our bodies and squeeze his cock.
“Ouch,” he screams out. “You’re not playing fair.”
“I’m sorry. Were those your balls?” I push myself to my feet, but I’m not fast enough.
“Holy shit. You really don’t give up, do you?” He grabs my ankle and yanks me down on top of him. Rolling, he keeps me underneath his inescapable weight. “Why the hell are you fighting me now? If you think I’m not having my way with you, you’re gravely mistaken.”
“I don’t know if this is such a good idea anymore. My knees are going to get bruised from the roughness of the grass.” I squirm frantically as he lays me on my stomach, sitting on me as he unzips his jeans.
“Uh-huh,” he warns. “Stay still. It’s game over for you, love.” I attempt to wiggle away one more time as his implacable hands haul me to my knees, his grip making it impossible for me to go anywhere. “Oh, and don’t worry, honey. You can rest your delicate knees on my folded shirt.” I can’t see him, but it’s obvious he’s relishing every single minute of this. “Come on, lift.” There’s no time for me to protest. He grabs the shirt he’s dropped next to me and shoves it beneath my knees. “Good girl.”
“You’re always a gentleman even before ravishing me.”
“Of course. What did you expect?”
“You know maybe you’re right. We’re so close to the hotel and we wouldn’t want a farmer to come and catch us.”
“You’re playing with my head, aren’t you?”
“Nah, I’m simply taking your advice into consideration.”
“It’s a little late for that considering what I’m about to do to you. Trust me, you’ll be limping for days after this.” Damn, he’ll show me no mercy. “Not to mention, you’ve told me many times that the danger of getting caught only heightens the sensation. Increases the intensity of your arousal. Your climax. And of course… mine. You’ve finally sold me on the idea, now’s the time for me to collect my prize. I won fair and square. I caught you. I fuck you.” His voice wraps seductively around me, spinning me in his web and I know by the time he’s done I’ll be lucky if I remember my own name. Christ.
Not that I needed to be turned on any more than I already am, but I love how he plays along with the way I tease him.
“Nik, please be gentle,” I plead in the hopes of buying some time to steady myself for his first assault.
“Not a chance,” he sneers, untying my halter top, releasing my breasts before he yanks up my dress with urgency. “I guess I’ll be the one doing the honors after all.” The next thing I know he’s ripping my white panties to shreds.
“Jesus.”
“Yeah, after the little stunt you pulled, only a higher power can save you from what I’m about to unleash on you.” His fingers part my pussy, probing, sliding into me, my wetness a confirmation of how much I want him. “You’re so ready for me.” A second later, he rams into me, burying himself so hard, I cry out in shock.
“Why are you in such a rush?”
“Hush, woman, you’ve already asked way too many questions.”
I try to crawl away from his impaling dick and from the betraying bliss of submitting to him.
“Don’t even think about it, sweetness. You’re not going anywhere until I come gushing inside your wet pussy.” His hand closes over my bare waist, tugging me close to him before he swings his hips backward, pulling out of me until only the tip of his cock remains lodged inside me. “You’re right, love, fucking you outdoors is a brilliant idea,” he growls, thrusting back inside me with such force, I gasp.
“Oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah,” I chant, completely overcome by his rawness.
“The next time you want to tease me with your salacious ways, remember I’ll always give you what you ask of me… in spades.”
Slap.
The impact of his palm against my naked butt cheek shocks me. “Shit.”
“The only reason I’m not making good on my promise and fucking your ass without any lube is because your pussy feels so intoxicating right now, I don’t want to pull out.”
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Slap, slap, slap.
He grips my waist in both hands like a cowboy clasping the reins of a thoroughbred, determined to tame my hot-blooded nature, as he frantically pumps in and out of my dripping pussy.
“Ah,” I moan, succumbing inch by inch.
“You’re always so wet for me, but today it’s double. I don’t know if it’s because we’re outside, but if I don’t hold on to you firmly I’ll slide right out of you.”
The man’s mouth is a gift and his nine-inch cock is my endowment.
“Nikolaj,” I cry out.
“You’re going to have to scream my name louder, honey.” He pulls my ponytail backwards, leans in and rests his cheek against mine. “Remember, I want them to hear you all the way in Paris.” Each word is punctuated by a hard thrust.
“Mother of God.”
“Baby, you’re already too far gone. She can’t help you anymore.” With a low snarl, he shoves my knees farther apart and lifts my ass higher, rendering me even more helpless than I am already.
“I… Oh… I’m nearly there…”
“You know exactly what I want from you.” He fists my hair tighter. I strain to shake my head. “I want you to come hard for me,” he commands. “Do you hear me?” I try to respond, but my looming orgasm is robbing me of any coherent thoughts. “If I don’t get an answer from you, I won’t allow you to come.” Huh? Okay, I’ll admit I was a little heavy-handed in my approach, but he can’t possibly hold back my climax when I’m this close to tipping over the edge. “Ciara?”
“Yes—”
I’m too far gone to finish the rest of my sentence as I strain against his hands. Jesus. My arousal shoots straight to my clit like a firecracker erupting in the sky on the Fourth of July. Every nerve in my body is fully awake. His thick cock plunges in and out of me ruthlessly as I clench down and tighten around him in a desperate effort to contain this unbearable joyride.
“Show me how much you love me,” he whispers in my ears while pinching my clit.
An intense keening pierces the open Provence sky and I’m startled when I realize it comes from me. My God.
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