‘That bikini doesn’t leave much to the imagination,’ he observed drily.
‘You’d prefer to give your imagination something to work on, would you?’
‘That depends.’
‘On what?’
Broad shoulders rose and fell in a shrug but none of the tension left them. ‘On what you have in mind to get it fired up.’
She looked straight into his eyes. ‘How about this for starters?’
She pushed him inside and shut the door before taking his cup from him, putting it down with miraculously steady fingers. Then she put her hands onto his bare shoulders and started to kiss him.
His mouth opened instantly. He groaned as she slicked her tongue inside and began to slide it over his teeth. Her fingers moved down from his shoulders and began to explore his bare flesh. They skated lightly over his torso. She could feel the hard muscle which underpinned the silken skin and with her thumb and her forefinger she teased each of his nipples, the way he’d so often teased hers, and she heard his shuddered sigh.
‘Lex—’
‘Shh,’ she whispered.
Downwards her fingers tiptoed, as slowly as she could make them. So slow that it was barely a move at all. She could feel him shift his body impatiently as she finally reached his belt, before moving her hand away as if she had changed her mind.
‘Lex,’ he moaned.
‘I can’t hear you.’
Xenon shut his eyes. He knew exactly what she was doing. She was playing a power game. The same game he’d been playing last night when he’d been trying to work out just what it would take to get through to her. Really get through to her. He swallowed. ‘I’m not going to beg you.’
‘That’s okay.’ She flicked her fingers lightly over his straining crotch. ‘We’re not in any hurry.’
The sustained teasing went on for several minutes before Xenon thought that he might explode. A hot rush of breath escaped from his lips and suddenly begging seemed like the best option in the world. ‘Please.’
‘Is this what you want?’ Her hands moved down to the buckle of his belt.
‘Yes. God, yes.’
‘I think I’d better get these off quickly, don’t you?’
‘Lex—’
‘Shh.’
She began to pull the zip down over his straining hardness and, carefully, her fingers freed him. She heard him groan again before she sank to her knees in front of him and the stupid thing was that the note of vulnerability in his voice just twisted at her heart. Physically, she’d never felt so in control, but emotionally she was only just hanging on by a thread as she slithered down his jeans.
He was very aroused, she thought. And so very big. She closed her eyes as his erection nudged against her cheek. Her hands splayed over his bare buttocks and she pressed her mouth against his hardness, her tongue licking a feather-light trail as it whispered down over his steely shaft.
‘Lex,’ he groaned, his hands clutching the side of her head as she took him deep into her mouth.
She cupped her hand around his balls and stroked them as she began to suck him. He tasted salty and he felt exquisitely hard and Lexi felt the hot rush of excitement flooding through her veins. She could never be the wife he needed but she could still make this powerful man groan helplessly beneath her lips.
She teased him and taunted him; licked him until he muttered something urgently in Greek and she felt the imperceptible change in his body. He tensed. The fingers which were tangled in her hair were now pressing urgently against her head. She heard him draw in a shuddering breath and then hold it as if it were the last breath he might ever take, before he began to convulse helplessly. She heard the low cry he made as that first warm, salty taste of him spurted into her mouth and she sucked on it greedily, as if it were lifeblood.
She waited until he was still and then drew her mouth away, trying to compose herself, but it wasn’t easy.
For a moment he said nothing, just rested his hands on top of her still-damp hair as if he was conferring some sort of blessing. Then he pulled her to her feet before bending to yank up his jeans, wincing slightly as he zipped them up.
But his eyes were serious as he tilted her chin with his hand, capturing her gaze so that she could look nowhere but at him.
‘You’re very good,’ he said.
She licked her lips and she could still taste him. ‘I was taught by the best.’
His gaze followed the movement of her tongue as predictably as a cat watching a piece of dangling string. ‘As an example of how well you’ve learned, you certainly couldn’t have bettered that little demonstration.’