She just wanted his hands on her naked body, and him inside her.
When he came out from where he’d been standing behind the breakfast bar, Harriet froze, needing all of her physical and mental strength to hold herself upright as he walked towards her. When he was close enough, he reached out and slowly undid the sash of the robe, Harriet’s chest tightening as he parted it. When he slipped his hands inside and started playing with her tightly aching nipples, she gasped, then groaned. As much as she craved such attention, she craved him more.
‘Please don’t torture me, Alex,’ she said shakily, her desperate eyes pleading with him.
‘Don’t torture you!’ he exclaimed, then laughed. ‘Sweetheart, you’ve been torturing me all day.’ After shoving the ice bucket down to one end of the counter, he took a rough hold of her waist and hoisted her up onto the stone breakfast bar, pushing her back till her upper body was flat, parting her robe further, then parting her legs.
She could feel the cold of the stone counter through the robe, but she wasn’t cold. Not at all. Harriet watched, eyes wide, as he moved to stand between her outspread legs, her head lifting a little when he unwound the sash on his own robe. She wanted to see him. Wanted to watch him.
Her mouth dried at the sight of his erection. He was even bigger and harder than she’d imagined. And already sheathed with a condom.
‘No, don’t!’ she cried out when he rubbed the tip against her clitoris, her nerve-endings already on the edge of release. ‘Just do it.’
He swore, Harriet’s head clunking back onto the bench top with relief when he pushed himself into her. Her relief was short-lived, however, as the dizzying pleasure of his possession was rapidly eclipsed by the speed and strength of the most intense orgasm she’d ever experienced. Spasm followed spasm, the sensations electrifying. Her mouth fell open as she dragged in a much-needed breath, her eyes closing when the room began to spin. They flew open again when Alex suddenly grabbed her hips, holding her captive with an iron grip as he came, his sex pulsating violently in tandem with her own contractions. Their mutual climax went on for ages, sating Harriet with the most overwhelming waves of pleasure.
Finally, their bodies grew still and calm, leaving Harriet lying there staring dazedly up at the ceiling whilst she struggled to gather her thoughts. For this was what she’d feared—a pleasure, a satisfaction, so out there that it would have her coming back for more, long after it wasn’t wise. Hopefully, she wouldn’t fall in love with Alex. Hopefully, she could keep it at just lust, or infatuation, or whatever this kind of sexual obsession was called. Already she was looking forward to those weekends where he wanted her to be at his sexual beck and call. There was nothing she wouldn’t do for him. Nothing!
His lifting her up from the counter to hold her tenderly against him brought a moan of dismay to her lips. She didn’t want tenderness from him. She just wanted sex. Alex might be able to indulge in tender post-coital embraces without letting his emotions get involved, but Harriet wasn’t of that ilk. She would have to put a stop to such hypocritical nonsense before disaster struck. After all, he was the one who said he just wanted a strictly sexual relationship. An affair, not a love affair. Which was exactly all she wanted from him. Clearly, he needed reminding of that fact.
* * *
Alex was taken aback when Harriet pulled back out of his arms.
‘Wow,’ she said as she lifted her hands to finger-comb her hair. ‘I obviously needed that.’
Her remark sent Alex’s teeth clenching down hard in his jaw. He hated to think that her urgent responses to him were the result of nothing but an intense sexual frustration. He preferred to believe she found him as attractive and desirable as he found her. He didn’t like her implying that she was just scratching an itch with him. Surely she was just trying to find excuses for coming so quickly? Not that he cared. He’d come pretty quickly himself. And it had felt fantastic. Frankly, he hadn’t had an orgasm that intense in living memory. Their coming together had helped, of course. God, the way she’d gripped his erection had been amazing. He could not wait to feel that again.
But he would have to wait, he supposed. They really should be getting dressed for dinner. But he was still inside her, damn it. And he wanted seconds.
Without asking, he slid his hands under her bottom and scooped her up off the counter. Thank God she was just a light little thing, but it still wasn’t the most comfortable position with her legs dangling by her sides.
‘What do you think you’re doing?’ she gasped, grabbing the lapels of his robe before thankfully wrapping her legs around him.