Anna was totally unnerved by Cedric’s close proximity, her shoulders tensed as she sat slightly away from the back of the tub in order to avoid coming into contact with the warmth of his arm. “I saw you this morning, and you’ve only been gone a couple of hours,” she pointed out.
Strangely, though, she had missed him. She had Diana and Ben with her, but it didn’t change the fact that she still noticed his absence whenever he was out. But right now, Anna didn’t intend telling Cedric that!
“So I have,” he murmured ruefully, his arm bending slightly behind her as his fingers began to play with the loose tendrils of hair at her nape. “Did you think of me while I was away?” he added gruffly.
“No, of course not-” she lied.
Anna had turned sharply to look at him, and then wished she hadn’t as she found her face now only inches away from his, those eyes totally mesmerizing. Cedric had certainly found himself thinking of Anna while he’d been in the city the past couple of hours!
The clinging wet tee shirt Anna was wearing revealed more than it concealed as Cedric felt his gaze once again drawn to the darkness of her nipples so clearly outlined against the white material, and he wondered what else she was wearing…
One of those scraps of lace, he discovered as his hand moved caressing along the length of her thigh to her hip. Black, he found as he moved her tee shirt slightly to one side so that he could touch the warmth of her waist before cupping the fullness of her breast, watching the way Anna’s eyes darkened, her lips slightly parted as the soft pad of his thumb moved across the rigid nipple.
“You’re thinking of me now, though, hmm?” he murmured. “Of how you like my hands touching you. Of how it would feel if I were to bend down and suck-”
“Don’t, Cedric,” she groaned breathlessly.
“Why not?” he challenged huskily as he looked up and saw the flush of arousal on her cheeks. “It’s safe for us to make love now, right,”
Anna nodded, “Yes, it is,”
“That’s good to know,” he murmured even as he gave in to the temptation to allow his lips to taste the creamy expanse of her throat. That throat moved convulsively as Anna swallowed.
“Because you have no idea how much I’ve been wanting to make love to you again,” Cedric murmured as he tasted the lobe of her ear, his fingertips still brushing the round smoothness of her breast.
She didn’t move away. Hell, she couldn’t. Didn’t even want to. She wanted this, had wanted it for so long that that wanting had become a part of her. Almost as though it were happening to someone else and not herself she was aware of the way her nipples hardened in excitement; of the dull ache coiling unrelentingly through her stomach.
His mouth moved from her ear and suddenly they were kissing. Anna melted at the first pressure of his lips on hers, gave herself up to the pleasure he was evoking as she kissed him back with equal fervor. His mouth was gentle on hers, tasting her lips like a thirsty man in the desert craves water. His hand moved caressingly across her back, probing the line of her shoulder blade and shooting spasms of pleasure through her body.
Anna goarned when he suddenly stopped and climbed out of the tub, then extended his hand to her. She took it without hesitation, and let him help her out. Then stood in silence as he undressed her, grabbed a towel and began to dry the water from her body and his. He didn’t do a very good job of getting them both completely dry, but Anna didn’t mind as he lifted her into his arms and began to walk back to the bedroom.
She leaned towards him as he held her against his body. The sensation of his hard chest against her breasts was a pleasurable form of torment, the way he said her name before his mouth covered hers when they reached the bedroom causing a shivering fever of need to race along her spine.
They fell into the bed together, “Anna…” Her name was a soft sigh against her skin before his lips tormented the vulnerable arch of her throat. Her head tipped back under the assault, her body quivering with an intensity of arousal she made no attempt to hide.
She felt Cedric’s fingers touch her skin, stroking down from her throat to her breastbone, while his teeth tugged delicately against the lobe of her ear. With circles as light as a breath he traced the shape of her breasts, his touch so light and delicate that it was a form of torture. She must have made a sound of protest, betrayed something of her frustration, because she felt the way his chest compressed under the sharp breath he drew and then his mouth was against her breast, his tongue stroking the aching peaks of her nipples as he muttered between caresses, “Is this what you want, Anna? Is it?”
Her answer was a low moan of surrender deep in her throat, her fingers sliding into his hair, holding him against her body as she gave herself up to the sharp pangs of pleasure his mouth invoked. When his hands slid down over her skin she made no attempt to stop him, protesting only briefly when his mouth left her breasts.
“Cedric…” she protested feverishly as she felt him move away from her.
“Shush…” he said,
“Cedric?”
She saw that he had read the message of wanting in her voice, and there was certainly no mistaking his own state of arousal. Her body ached for his possession. She reached out to touch him, stunned when he suddenly grasped her wrist, and moved abruptly away from her. Rejection drove cruel spikes of pain into her heart, but Cedric seemed barely aware of her, as he hurriedly went to the bathroom and returned with his clothes.
He pulled on his trousers and then his shirt, swiftly buttoning it and tucking it back inside his trousers.
“Quick, get into bed,” he told her harshly, flipping back the bedclothes when she didn’t move.
As he spoke she heard a brief knock on her bedroom door, and her eyes widened when she heard Diana’s voice. She waited for a few seconds to catch her breath, then she said, “Come in,”