Villain (Hero 1.50)

“What are you doing?”

“Freshening up.”

“Do it without the robe.”

I stared back at him, unsure. It was different when two people were having sex—I lost my inhibitions as my desire for orgasm overtook every other feeling. But walking around my apartment naked in front of him, my ass jiggling and my boobs bouncing…

Um… no. Emphatically not. “I’d prefer not to.”

Henry frowned. “You’re beautiful. I don’t want you to hide.”

“I’m not perfect,” I huffed. “I bet you’re used to perfect. I don’t have a flat belly and I have a jiggly ass… there is fat on this body.” I pointed to myself.

He grinned. “There are curves. And they’re sexy as hell.” He leaned up on an elbow and smoldered at me. “You’re perfect to me.”

Strangely, I sensed his sincerity.

What was I going to do with this guy?

Fine. I shrugged out of the robe and put my hands on my hips, trying to hide how self-conscious I felt standing naked before him. “Happy now?”

His darkened gaze swept down my body and back up again. “Sunshine, I won’t be happy until I’ve screwed you six ways till Sunday.”

I rolled my eyes, but some of my self-consciousness dissipated. “So romantic.” Before he could respond, I walked out of the room and down the hall to the bathroom where I freshened up.

I returned a minute later and Henry stalked me with his stare, his eyes lowered to my breasts.

“Fuck,” he groaned, reaching and placing me over him so I was straddling his hips. “I think I’m obsessed with your tits.”

“I think you are too—ahh,” I gasped as he cupped them and drew my oversensitive nipples into his mouth. I writhed as he played with me for what felt like forever until the blood surged back into his cock and it push against my belly.

My eyes dropped to his dick, excited and impressed.

Suddenly I was on my back, my surprised laughter swallowed up in his kiss.

Henry’s lips were all over me again—my breasts, my stomach—and where his mouth went, his hands followed. He rested on his knees and I stared down at him, breathless with anticipation.

I cried out, feeling wrung out when his thumb pressed down on my clit. Even more so when he pushed two fingers inside me. “It’s not enough,” I begged.

“Jesus,” he huffed, thrusting his fingers in and out of me. “You’re drenched. You liked getting me off, Sunshine?”

“You might think about returning the favor,” I bit out impatiently.

“God, I like you.”

“Prove it.”

“I will… but I’m not going to fuck you, Nadia.” He gently eased his fingers out of me and then coasted both hands up my body as he moved upward.

Confused, I watched him.

And then Henry, his eyes locked with mine, pressed my legs farther apart and slid inside me.

Easily.

Beautifully.

I sighed in utter sweet, shivering, erotic, slow, dizzying pleasure as he thrust in measured strokes. The swelling, overwhelming thickness of him inside me was a delicious kind of agony.

He was making love to me.

“Henry,” I gasped, tears stinging my eyes before I could stop them.

“You are so sweet, kind, hilarious, exasperating, beautiful…” he whispered and kissed me, never breaking his excruciatingly delicious tempo. He dragged almost all the way out of me in a slow, torturous stroke before pressing back in, in an equally tormenting slow thrust.

My eyes were locked on his face, mesmerized to see again the light of affection mixed with dark possession in his expression. He was such a complicated man.

And right then, I’d never felt anything more wonderful in my life than being with him like this. Every muscle in his body was locked, tensed, as he strained to be gentle, to be tender.

His eyes moved over me and his expression tightened even more as he got lost in watching my breasts bounce against his thrusts. His control slipped and I was surprised to find amusement in my pleasure.

He really was obsessed with my breasts.

“Nadia,” he choked out as if in pain.

I caressed his back reassuringly. “Do it. Fuck me.”

“This is more than this.”

“Fucking can be more than just fucking,” I managed before gasping against his harder, deeper thrust.

My words snapped what little control he was holding onto and suddenly his hips were pumping faster, pushing him deeper, giving me another orgasm that made my eyes roll back in my head. I was losing count.

His lips parted, his hips stalled, and he choked out my name on a harsh pant as he throbbed hard inside me.

My inner muscles pulsated around his straining cock and we shuddered together in climax.

Henry collapsed against me and I somehow managed to find the strength to wrap my arms around him.

As our breathing evened and he rolled off me, I was left stunned. Henry wrapped his arms around me and I cuddled against him as satisfied exhaustion stole us into sleep before I could fully formulate my panicked wonder at what had occurred between us.

* * *

I think it was the unfamiliar weight that woke me out of my sensual dreams. Heat was wrapped all around me, and there was a heaviness over my left thigh and across my waist. My face was pressed against something warm, smooth, and solid.

Slowly consciousness returned and with it the smell of cologne and the soft sound of someone else’s breathing.

Last night came back to me in a rush of searing memories and emotions as I realized I was lying on my side, Henry curled around me. His leg was thrown over mine, his arm across my waist, and my head was buried in his chest. Unbelievably, his morning erection pressed against my belly. How on earth could that man still be turned on?

But then tingles awoke between my legs as I remembered what I’d been dreaming about. Even after the ferocious sex and stunning love-making, I’d been lost in an aroused fog, dreaming of Henry and sex.

For a moment, I lay there, enjoying the sensation of being in his arms. It was beautiful and unlike anything I’d ever felt before.

I felt safe in this man’s arms.

Safe and even cherished.

It was possibly a million times more dangerous than my attraction to him.

His leg suddenly shifted and his arm tightened around my waist, attempting, it seemed, to pull me closer to him.

“I’m as close as you’re going to get me,” I mumbled against his naked chest.

It rumbled beneath my lips. “Not true,” came his husky response. “My cock isn’t inside you.”

“Charming.”

I felt him shake with laughter and involuntarily smiled in response.

He tangled a hand through my hair and gently tugged on it. I gave him what he wanted and tilted my head back to look into his eyes. Affection and heat mingled in his expression. “Good morning.”

“Morning.” Feeling stupidly shy all of a sudden, I blurted out the first thing that came to mind. “You don’t snore.”

He gave me a sleepy grin that was way too sexy for my comfort. “Well, you’d be the first to know.”

“What does that mean?”

Henry shrugged. “You’d be the first nonrelated woman to know if I snored or not.”

Understanding dawned and a mixture of triumph and uneasiness came over me. “Are you saying you’ve never slept with a woman before? How can that be? You’ve been monogamous with a woman for periods of time.”

“Yes.” He did me a favor by not asking how I knew that. “But I’ve never slept in their bed, nor they in mine.” He reached up to curl strands of my hair behind my ear, and then he caressed my cheek with the back of his knuckles. I was breathless, watching him as he seemed to memorize every facet of my face. “Sleeping over usually sends the wrong message.”

What?

Oh my God. “But… you’re happy to send this message… to me?”

; His answer was a long, sweet, drugging kiss that had my fingers curling into his biceps. When we finally came up for air, I felt a little lost.

“I can’t imagine feeling like this with anyone else.”

What? Was he saying what I thought he was saying? Or was this a phase for him, something new to try? “What does that mean? Exactly?”

“It means that waking up with you in my arms feels good.” He brushed his mouth over mine. “And I want to repeat it.”

“Henry…”

“I love when you say my name.” His kiss was harder, wanting, so I was surprised when he suddenly broke it with a miserable groan. “And I can’t do anything about it because I have to go.”

Surprise jolted through me. “You do?”

He kissed my nose as he lightly caressed my breast with his thumb, groaned in frustration, and then hopped out of bed. I wrapped the sheets around me, watching befuddled as he moved around the room, grabbing his clothes. As he pulled on his tuxedo jacket, reality came crashing back.

When he was so close, he had a bad habit of confusing me, bewitching me even. Now with a margin of distance between us, I remembered what I wanted and what I didn’t want. And what I didn’t want was to be that girl who was confused when a guy said he wanted you but then got out of bed right away to leave.

“Look,” I sighed, “you don’t have to do this.”

Henry frowned. “Do what?”

“Pretend. I’m a big girl. And we had a deal. This was a one-time-only thing.”

“Are you being serious?” he asked incredulously as he sat down to tie his dress shoes.

“Excuse me?”