God, I was surprised he could even look at me, much less be in the same room as me.
I wanted to send him back to his room so I could be alone, so I wouldn't have to look at him, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. I didn't really want him to leave. I never wanted him to leave. More than anything, I wanted him to stay right there and hold me forever.
And with neither of us saying anything, I could almost pretend he was my lover. Almost.
When I finally got the courage to look up into his eyes again, there wasn't a single drop of judgment in them. All I saw was love, a look no one had ever given me before. I couldn't understand how he could look at me like that, knowing everything I'd hidden from him. But he just stood there, looking at me like I was the most important person in the world right then.
My heart skipped a beat as I found myself getting lost in the piercing blue eyes of his. A shiver went through my body, and I knew right then, I needed him again. Even if changed his mind in the morning, I needed one last night with him. I needed him to touch me again, really touch me, like he'd done the night of the masquerade ball.
Before I could stop myself, I stood on my toes and brought my lips to his. For a moment, he went still. Then, he kissed me back with more passion than I'd ever felt before. His arms tightened around me, and he scooped me up off the floor and walked me over to the bed.
Our hands were all over each other as we made out. I moaned into Christian's mouth as we crawled onto the bed together. My entire body felt like it was on fire as Christian touched me, kissed me. I'd been dreaming about this for so long, it was hard to imagine that it was finally happening.
And it wouldn't be a quickie with the two of us going our separate ways right after this time. I'd made that mistake once, and I was certainly not going to make it again! This time, knowing full well I might not get a third shot, I was going to make damn sure to enjoy every last moment and make it stretch on as long as possible.
When I started undressing Christian, he didn't stop me. I wanted him completely naked this time, wanted full access to him just as he had with me. It didn't take long until his designer suit was in a pile on the floor next to the bed and Christian wearing only a tight pair of boxer briefs that left absolutely nothing to the imagination.
Then, my t-shirt was added to the pile, and I was left nude beneath him, chest heaving as I struggled to breathe. Looking into his eyes again, I saw my own lust reflected right back at me, and I brought our lips together again. I couldn't get enough of the way he tasted. Nor could I get enough of feeling his hard muscles beneath my fingers as my hands roamed over every inch I could reach.
He was right between my legs, only the thin fabric of his underwear separating his hard cock from my dripping pussy. Part of me wanted to rip the underwear off him so he could fuck my brains out. The other part of me though wanted to take things as slow as possible, wanted to make it last, and that was the part of me that won out in the end.
Christian let me roll him over until I was straddling his hips, looking down into those icy blue eyes again. He licked his lips, and I smirked at him, slowly rocking back and forth. When he let out a soft moan, I moved even faster, grinding myself against him. He was rock hard beneath me, and I wondered how long I could tease him before he couldn't take it anymore.
I took his hands in mine and brought them to my chest, wanting to feel him touching me again. His skin was a creamy color, a stark contrast to my own, and I loved the way it looked. We were practically opposites in every physical way, and I thought that was perfect.
He wasn't gentle about touching me either. He squeezed and pinched my breasts, sending jolts of pleasure shooting through my body. If I wasn't careful, I was going to be the one who lost control first, and that was definitely not how I wanted the night to go! Christian was the one I wanted all worked up. I wanted to bring out the side of him I'd seen that night up in his office. I wanted to drive him absolutely crazy until he couldn't think of anything other than fucking me silly.
When I leaned down and brought our lips together again, I put everything I'd been feeling the last couple days into that kiss. I'd fallen hard and fast for Christian Frost, and even though I couldn't bring myself to say it, I wanted him to know it. Ever since that night we'd shared together, I hadn't been able to stop thinking about him, no matter how hard I'd tried.
I wanted him to feel the same way after we were finished.
Even if it turned out to be only another one night fling, I wanted this one to stick in his mind. Every time he closed his eyes, I wanted him to see me, feel me. He'd shown no sign of even remembering the last night we'd spent together, and I wasn't going to let that happen again. He would remember tonight for the rest of his life if I had my way.
Christian started moaning into my mouth, and I moaned right back, grinding harder down against his cock. His touch became even needier as his
