He didn’t let her go. Just glared down into her face, his own flushed and frustrated-looking. “You won’t get the rest of the money,” he snapped. “Which is the only reason you married me,”
Anna was getting angry too now, “Let go of me, Cedric,” she threw at him.
He did so, but remained standing in front of her, blocking her way. When she stepped back a little, the front bumper bar of the car contacted her calves.
“What about sex?” he ground out. “You are always quick to remind me of the contract and you want to stick to your word so badly. You also agreed to a wedding night and you wanted me to wait till you were ready. Have I waited long enough, Anna?” he demanded to know.
When she went to move sidewards, his hands shot out to grab her shoulders, holding her and forcing her to look up at him.
“Have I, Anna?” he repeated harshly, giving her a little shake. “Or have you changed your mind about that?”
“Of course I haven’t,” Anna choked out, and then stopped, unable to drag her gaze away from his mouth, where it had focused itself with hungry, yearning intensity.
It was cold in the garages, but her sudden shivering had nothing to do with the air temperature. She knew from his sudden fixed silence that Cedric was aware of what she was doing, but the shrill alarm bells within her own defenses, which should have shaken her into action, were silenced into the merest whisper by the inner roar of her own aching longing.
No power on earth, let alone that of her own will, could stem what was happening to her and what she was feeling, Anna recognised distantly, as her senses registered the way Cedric’s grip on her body subtly altered from one of anger to one of powerfully sensual. She could feel the hot burn of his gaze as it dropped to her own mouth, and a sharp series of little shivers broke through her. Without even thinking about it she was touching her lips with the tip of her tongue, as though driven by some deep pre-programmed instinct to moisten them. She was trembling, her whole body galvanized by tiny sensual ripples of reaction and awareness that made her sway slightly towards him.
She saw a muscle twitch in his jaw and raised her hand to touch it with her fingertips, her eyes wide and helplessly enslaved. Cedric yanked her hard against him, his eyes blazing like a pitiless summer sky.
She felt him shudder as he drew breath into his lungs, her body instinctively leaning into his as weakness washed over her.
His mouth was just as pitiless.
Anna was so stunned that she didn’t even try to resist, not when he held her so close, nor when his lips claimed hers. And then it was too late to resist anyway. She groaned low in her throat as heated pleasure moved swiftly through her body, her mouth moving instinctively against his as he ran his tongue lightly across her lips, his hands moving caressingly down the length of her spine as he moulded her body against his.
A body that seemed to have turned to liquid fire, totally beyond anything Anna had ever known or felt before. Making her realize she wanted this man as badly as the arousal of his body seemed to say he wanted her!
His lips were moving heatedly down the length of her arched throat now, her skin seeming on fire where he touched, her own hands entangled in the silky hair at his nape as she clung to him. Drowning. It must be like drowning, Anna decided dreamily, knowing there was no point in fighting against the tide of desire that enveloped her, any more than there would be fighting against a whirlpool that had her in its grasp.
Cedric felt so good against her fingertips, as her searching hands roamed his chest, then up his neck, his skin warm and yet hard to the touch, hearing his own gasp of pleasure as her lips moved moistly against that heated flesh.
Anna groaned low in her throat as Cedric’s hand cupped her breast beneath the warmth of her gown, feeling the nipple harden beneath his touch, the pleasure that coursed through her now making her legs feel weak, at the same time that every nerve-ending in her body responded to that caress.
His lips claimed her parted ones again, his thumb moving rhythmically against her pouting breast now, his tongue seeking an answer to his unspoken message.
Anna answered that call, her response tentative at first, and then becoming more confident as she was the one to deepen the kiss. She couldn’t stop this now.
She just couldn’t!
By the time his head lifted, she was no longer shivering.
“Lie back across the bonnet of the car,” Cedric commanded, his voice rough and thick.
Her eyes flared wide with shock. “But…”
“Damn it, don’t argue with me right now, Anna,” he ground out, then kissed her some more till all her defenses were gone.
No protest came from her lips when he lowered her back across the engine-heated bonnet and started pushing her dress upwards. Up. Up to her waist. Her heart pounded. Her skin flamed. Her head spun.
“Oh, Anna,” he groaned when he saw what she was wearing underneath her dress.
A red strapless corselette, with suspenders holding up her stockings, and only a wisp of a red lace covering her. Cedric ripped the lacy thong off her with a single yank, leaving her totally exposed. When he pushed her legs apart and leant forward, Anna bit her bottom lip and squeezed her eyes tightly shut.
She knew what he was about to do. She had read about it, and she tensed in anticipation of his mouth making contact, but it was his hands she felt first, touching her, exploring her, teasing her.
“So wet,” she heard him say, and knew it was true.
His fingers continued to play with her till she almost cried out to him to stop. She wanted his lips. And his tongue. When he finally did what she wanted, her head twisted from side to side, her face grimacing as the exquisite sensations he evoked brought with them an equally exquisite tension.
His sudden abandonment had her eyes flying open.
“You…you can’t just stop!” she cried out.