by Noelle Adams
Erik looked at her, his breath caught in his throat. “You’re beautiful,” he said hoarsely.
“Not fair,” she said and her hands reached up to his, her fingers shaking as she pulled at his tie, clumsily trying to pull it loose. He reached up to help her but she shook her head. “No, please, let me do this,” she said eagerly. Taking a deep breath, she concentrated on her task and slowly, the knot came undone. She dropped the piece of silk to the floor and instantly started working on the buttons to his shirt, licking her lips as skin appeared after each button was opened. Finally, she pulled it free of his pants and tossed it to the side.
“You’re beautiful,” she said, her eyes never leaving his chest.
Erik chuckled and pulled her close, his hands gently laying her on the bed. “A man isn’t supposed to be beautiful,” he admonished.
“Sorry,” Ana said, watching as his hands slid down her stocking clad leg, ending with her shoe which he tossed behind him. He reached for the other leg and did the same, discarding her stockings as well.
A moment later, he tossed his slacks and boxer shorts behind him, watching as she took her fill of his hard body, throbbing in anticipation of their mating.
He dropped down onto the bed beside her, letting her get used to the feeling of their skin touching.
“Can I touch?” she asked, looking up at him worriedly.
“Please do,” he said and bent down to kiss her neck. His lips moved over her shoulder as his hand slid up her hip and waist. “I intend to,” he said and his hand moved to her back and expertly unclasped her bra. With a small movement, the tiny piece of fabric was discarded.
Ana tried to hide herself from his view but he shook his head. “Don’t,” he groaned and held her hands to her sides as his mouth moved to nuzzle her breast, moving around and kissing, nibbling, teasing her breast, finally reaching the nipple that was already hard and waiting for his tender ministrations.
The heat building inside Ana was unfamiliar and she was writhing under his expert hands that knew exactly where to touch in order to spark her desire to a higher level. When his mouth finally closed over the nipple, she gasped and arched her back, her hips moving against his in an unknown message.
Erik removed her underwear with one hand while his mouth moved to the other breast. As soon as she was completely naked, his body moved over hers, his mouth moving downward and he searched out the other places on her body that would elicit the same responses. He wasn’t disappointed. Her waist and navel were instantly favorite places on her body but he wanted more. He moved lower, knowing this was her first time and wanting it to be perfect. Her legs were clasped together but as his hand moved to her knees, drawing circles on the outside, they slowly moved inside and her body opened for him.
He could smell her arousal and almost lost his control, needing to pour himself inside her but he held back, loving the way her body continued to respond despite her shyness. “Open for me, Annie,” he said and watched as she closed her eyes and relaxed her legs. “You won’t regret it.” His mouth found her center, his tongue moving inside and tasting her, watching her movements still. But within seconds, she was moving again, arching against him. Her hands both pulling at his hair and holding his head in place for more tantalizing movements from his mouth. When his tongue flicked her nub, she cried out again, her back arching and her eyes squeezing shut. “No more!” she cried out, but he wouldn’t stop. Slowly, with just one finger, he slid inside her, watching her face as her body closed around his finger. Her mouth formed an “O” as she discovered what it was like to have something invade her softness. His mouth returned and he flicked his thumb against her nubbin, then soothed it with his tongue and with that small pressure, she tumbled over into oblivion, her cries reaching his ears like tonic to a tortured soul.
Erik didn’t waste any time. He couldn’t. He was almost in pain with his need to be inside her. He positioned himself at her entrance, then slowly slid inside, closing his eyes in an effort to hold back when he felt her heat closing on his engorged flesh.
With only a small movement, he was at her barrier and he tested the entrance, knowing he was about to hurt her but not knowing what to do to stop that. He pushed gently and quickly, burying himself inside her, taking her gasp in his mouth as he held still, waiting for the pain to subside.
Her arms going around his neck told him that she had recovered and Erik started moving again. The slow, rhythmic movements of her body against his was mind-bending wonderful and he wanted the feelings to continue forever. But when her body started quivering as her second climax took over, he could no longer hold back. Her soft body and frantic movements drove him over the edge sooner than he wanted but he couldn’t stop the fall. He was only vaguely aware of her cries as she tumbled over with him.
A long time later, he rolled over and looked at her face. “Are you okay?” he asked, pulling her against him.
Ana shivered as their bodies came into contact again. “Yes,” she sighed. “Oh, yes,” and she curled up against his side, her hand forming patterns on his chest. Her hand stopped for a moment and she looked up at him nervously. “Was it okay for you?”
She felt his chest rumble only moments before she heard his laughter. “If it were any better, I would be dead now,” he said and rolled over so she was under him again. He looked down into her soft blue eyes and shook his head. “You’re wonderful,” he said and kissed her swollen lips.
Ana felt his body stir again and her eyes widened in surprise. “Marcus?” she said, worried that something was wrong.
“Sorry,” he said and shifted so he wasn’t crushing her. “You’re a beautiful, exotic and fascinating woman. And I finally have you in my bed. I’m afraid one time just isn’t going to be enough for me,” he said and kissed her neck, then pulled away, sighing. “But I know you’re probably sore. So I’ll wait until you’ve recovered.”
Ana wiggled so their bodies were touching again. “What if I don’t want to wait?” she whispered, her fingers moving along the bulging muscles in his arms.
“Annie, you have to wait,” he said and pulled her arms so they were over her head and unable to torment his already hard body any more.
Ana wasn’t having any of that. She only had one night with this man. She wasn’t going to waste it recovering from a minor pain that was already forgotten. “I don’t want to,” she said and wiggled her body slightly. She was pleased to see his eyes fire. She felt powerful that she could make his body want her so easily. “I need you again.”
Erik couldn’t stop now. He was too on fire for her. Continuing to hold her hands over her head, he reached down and took her nipple in his mouth, loving the way she gasped and writhed under him. Her legs twined with his and she moaned as he suckled.
“Please,” she said, trying to pull her hands free.
“Please what?” he asked, his voice deep and husky. He released her hands so his own could move down and touch her soft skin once again.
“Please don’t stop,” she demanded, her fingers holding his head in place as he moved to the next breast. Ana savored the feelings of his strong limbs tangled with her own and all the sensations his incredible body could produce within her. Their climax this time was more intense and longer than the first time and Ana held on tightly to him, wishing she could stay like this forever.
She was laying on top of his body, her hand holding his shoulder as if by maintaining contact with him, she could stop time from moving so quickly. “Annie, what’s your real name?” he asked a long time later.
Ana had been about to fall asleep when she heard his question. Her body stiffened and she peeked out from under her hair, pushing the thick mass out of her eyes so she could see him more clearly. “I’m sorry?” Her eyes were wary and her body stiffened as the anxiety took over.
“I want to know your real name,” he said with a gentle firmness. He pushed her hair back, then let his fingers tangle in the silken tresses as he watched her eyes in an effort to gauge her reac
tions to his questions. “And why do you continue to tell me you’re staying at the Weston when you’re actually staying at the Mayflower?”
He rubbed her back with his fingers and played with her hair. Erik knew he shouldn’t ask the questions but something inside him knew that if he didn’t find out the answers, he’d lose her. It was the middle of the night and he suspected that she probably needed to get back to her hotel before morning. He only had a few hours but he wanted to make love to her again and he wanted answers. Above all, he wanted to figure out how to make this woman his for long term and not just for tonight.
Ana was wide awake now and she pushed her hair behind her head to look at him. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Are you married?” he asked, knowing he’d be furious if she was. His whole body was tensing as he prepared for her answer but he had to know.
“No!” she said immediately. She smiled tentatively and looked up at him again. “Would I have been a virgin if I was married?”
She had a point and that convinced him that his suspicions were ridiculous. But being married was the only thing that made sense as to why she kept so many secrets from him. Erik was satisfied that she was telling him the truth since she answered him without hesitation. “Then why won’t you tell me who you are?”
Ana rolled onto her back and stared up at the ceiling. “I can’t,” she said simply, pulling the sheet up to cover her nakedness.
“Why not?” he asked, rolling on top of her, pulling the sheet down so there wasn’t anything separating them.
Her hands automatically went back to touching him, not able to ignore him. He was too big for one, and felt too wonderful under her fingertips for another. “It’s complicated.”
“Then make it simple.”
Sighing, Ana shook her head. “Nothing is that simple,” she said and pushed his arms away so she could get up. “I need to get back,” she said sadly. “Can I shower quickly?”
“Yes,” he said and followed her into the shower. “Only if I can join you.”
He turned on the water, noting that she was still shy since she pulled a towel off one of the racks and covered herself with it. He checked the water temperature, then pulled her closer. With one movement, Erik pulled the towel away, replacing it with his body. He absorbed her gasp with his mouth, then lifted her into his arms as he carried her into the shower, not letting her down until she was shaking with need.
He lathered her with soap, asking her questions, needing answers to the mysteries about her that had been bothering him over the past week. He knew he was using sex to lower her resistance to the questions but didn’t care. He wanted this woman in his life and needed to know how to make it happen. His entire security team hadn’t been able to find out anything more than the fact that she was staying at the Mayflower. No name, no residence or anything beyond the basic fact that no “Annie” was staying as a guest at the Mayflower.
The soap under his hands was wonderfully sensuous and made her body writhe in pleasure so intense it bordered on painful. When his mouth moved down her body, her knees almost gave out on her. But despite her cries for release, he continued farther until he was kneeling in front of her. Within moments, his mouth had found her core and Ana was weeping with her need for release. But he wouldn’t let her. His mouth and fingers tormented her and each time she moved closer to climax, he would stop and ask her yet another question she couldn’t answer.
Ana couldn’t take anymore. Her hands gripped his hair and she whimpered, begging him to finish. Erik could tell that he had taken her over the top but he still wanted answers. After several hours of making love, he felt that he knew her body well enough so he gave her what she craved, his tongue moving over her nubbin. He was in pain himself and it only became worse as he tasted her orgasm, felt her body clasp his fingers as the waves crashed over her.
He wasn’t done though. He wanted answers. He stood up and lifted her into his arms, holding her close as the warm water poured over their bodies. He allowed her a few minutes to come down from her orgasm but then he started again, letting her body slide down his until she felt his hardness against her stomach.
He reached outside the shower for the protection he’d brought along, knowing his intentions before he’d started. Slipping the condom onto his hardness, he watched her eyes light and her tongue flick over her lips in anticipation.
Ana’s eyes widened as he pulled her bottom up higher, his fingers trailing slowly over her back and moving toward the front. He lifted her up again, this time, leaning her back against the tiles of the shower as he lowered her onto his erection.
Ana bit her lip as yet another orgasm took over her body as soon as he entered her. He didn’t move for several long moments, then he set the pace, long and slow, letting her feel every hard inch of him. He didn’t ask any questions now. He was caught in his own trap and needed his own release. But he reached between their bodies, ensuring that she came before he did. When his climax finally came, it was as if his soul was pouring out of his body and he held her securely in his arms until the tide was over them.
As soon as he was able to form a thought, he looked down at her, feeling satisfaction that she was having problems orienting herself as well. He also knew that one night was not enough for him. He definitely wanted more nights like this. “Come away for the weekend with me,” he said, his voice harsh.
Ana shivered, wanting nothing more than to agree. “I can’t,” she said.
“Why not?” he demanded and relented when she dropped her legs down from around his waist so she was standing in the shower again.
Ana was shaking when she took the soap again, this time to shower for real. She washed her face and her still sensitive skin, wishing she could reveal all and let him solve her problems for her. Unfortunately, there was no escape for her problems. She’d have to deal with them all by herself. “For all the same reasons I can’t tell you my real name or any of the other millions of questions you’ve asked me tonight.”
Ana rinsed off, then stepped out of the shower, toweling herself dry. She quickly pulled her hair back, knowing it would be a mess when she arrived back at the hotel. She wrapped the towel around her body, then walked into the bedroom to dress. Quickly pulling on her clothes from the night before, she hid her face when he walked into the bedroom behind her. She didn’t want him to see her tears or the fear in her eyes.
She wasn’t afraid of him though. She was afraid of herself. She knew now that she was in love with him and she would remember this night for the rest of her life. The fear was also because she had to get out of his presence before she agreed to slip away from her family and go away with him. She didn’t care where they went as long as she could spend more time with this man.
“I’ll drive you home,” he said and picked up the phone to inform the limousine driver to be in the parking lot in fifteen minutes.
Neither one said a word as they rode the elevator down to the garage. Erik helped her into the car and sat in the back with her, holding her hand in a grip that told her he knew she’d have to stop seeing him after tonight.
He was holding her hand as they drove through the still dark streets of the city. “I’m not letting you go,” Erik growled. He was staring out the window, one hand over his mouth as he worked through the details. He then turned to face her, his face intently watching hers for any sign of weakness in her stance. “Listen, I don’t know what you’re running away from but just come away with me for two days. We’ll go down to the Caribbean and just be together. You can’t let this end after tonight and I know that’s what you’re planning on doing.”
A tear dripped from her lashes and Ana shook her head. “I can’t. Really. It is better to just stop after one night.”
He wasn’t having any of that. He knew her and could see her feelings through her beautiful blue eyes. “Better for who?” he demanded and pulled her onto his lap. “What is holding you back from just two more days?”
“Re
ality,” she said and the car pulled up in front of the Mayflower. The sun was slowly coming up over the horizon and Ana knew she’d have to hurry to get back into her suite before anyone knew that she’d been gone all evening. It would be a difficult day since she’d had no sleep at all and would face a life without Marcus. The idea just about made her break down into a sobbing mass of hysteria but she gritted her teeth and pulled herself up, preparing to get out of the limousine.
Instead of letting her exit the car, he grabbed her waist and pulled her back. Ana’s arms instantly went around his neck as if this was the most comfortable position in the world for her. “Annie, I can’t let you go. Just spend the weekend with me. I promise, no more questions. Just spend some more time with me. I’ll figure out a way to get you to trust me and we’ll work through the problems together,” he said harshly.
Ana looked at his face and wished she could do as he asked. What would happen if she just disappeared for a couple of days? If she wrote her parents a note explaining that she was safe and just wanted two days to herself before resigning herself to the wedding plans, would World War three break out? They would be angry. That was a given. But Marcus had plenty of security around him. In fact, his body guard was even more persistent than hers.
Knowing she was going to create a huge mess for herself when she returned, Ana said, “Okay. Two days.”
Erik smiled his relief. “I’ll pick you up at five o’clock,” he said and kissed her hard before letting her leave the limousine.
Ana rushed through the doors, embarrassed that the doorman would recognize her. She knew that servants talked, not hers, but others and she could find her name in the gossip columns if she wasn’t more discreet. She could just see the pithy little paragraph now. Princess Anastasia, fiancée to the Crown Prince of Montbain, was seen exiting a limousine in the early hours of the morning wearing the same gown she left in the previous night. Ironically, this was only the day after her fiancé was discovered dancing with a mysterious woman in a well known dance club. What will happen after the wedding? Curious minds want to know!
