Holiday Romance Collection - 6 Books Bundle (Erotic Romance - Holiday Romance) (22 page)

“A ruse?  Why, whatever do you mean, Fraulein?”

“You know very well what I mean.” 

I laughed.

He planted a sloppy kiss on the crease between my neck, apparently trying to distract me from his real goal which was to trace kisses along my torso until he reached my belly button, then further down until he reached the hair between my thighs.  Scooting backwards he pulled on my legs gently so that my knees were bent and my feet were flat on the floor. 

I looked up at him.

His shining hair disappeared suddenly as he knelt on the floor between my legs with one hand on each of my knees.  I felt his lips and they were hot and moist as he kissed the creases between my thighs.

He spread my legs apart and I felt the coolness of a breeze through a window which was open about an inch.  He blew on my sex and the outer lips of my vagina and I shook from desire for the man in front of me. 

Kissing me
there
. 

Feeling me
there
.

Touching my sex
there.

I felt one finger inside and then another, spreading me apart like a fig you halve and then eat and then I felt his lips and tongue
there,
and thought I was going to die.

Then he was inside of me and I melted. 

It felt like the first rush of warm water as you turn on the hot water.  I knew that I’d climaxed immediately because I felt myself ripple throughout my lower body and when he looked up at me and grinned like a Cheshire cat I realized he’d done it on purpose.

He finished me off with a kiss then stood up and helped me to scoot up further on the large massage table.

I saw his rock hard erection and when he straddled the table once again and then knelt down with a knee on either side of my legs, I hoped I knew what was next. 
 

He wasn’t in any hurry because he appeared to be able to control his body well, and he rubbed the tops of my thighs with his thumbs then carefully, he inched up and placed the very tip of his erection at the entrance to my sex.  I knew what he was going to do and braced myself because I didn’t want to fly off the table in my excitement.

After entering me about an inch I clutched onto the cloth cover of the massage table.

There was an urgent rap on the door which made me jump.

“Fuck!  I wonder who that is?”  He turned towards the door.  “What is it?  I’m in the middle of something right now.”

“Herr Eigner...Herr Eigner...A guest has fallen off the roof and we think he broke an arm.”

“Can’t you get one of the medical personnel to see to him?”

“They’re all off in the next village. A roof collapsed because of the snow and they’re rescuing a family trapped inside.”

Franz muttered something, but I couldn’t hear what it was.  Then he turned to me.

“Dinner?  Please tell me you’ll let me take you to dinner.  I can pick you up at, say,
seven o’clock
?”

I was so frustrated because I hated to leave things unfinished but I supposed that a broken arm held precedence over my sexual needs.  “That would be nice,” I said lamely and with such little conviction in my voice that I didn’t even believe myself. 

“I’ll have some Austrian specialties for you.  I’m sure you’ll enjoy them.”

As he pulled on his pants I slipped on a short robe and gathered up my clothes.  I went over to him and put my arms around him, exposing my bare breasts to his chest.  I heard his sharp intake of breath.

“I don’t know if I can wait that long.  See what you do to me.”  He looked down at his erection poking out the front of his pants once again.

“You’re the only Austrian specialty I want, Franz. Just bring yourself to dinner and the rest of the meal will take care of itself.”

I smiled and when he opened the door for me I walked out. 

The person who’d knocked on the door stood to one side looking at the floor.

Franz said something to the man rapidly in German and when he looked back at me his smile changed from the grim one it was before, to a charming one that had already lit up my soul.

I walked down the corridor, feeling the intensity of his gaze on my back as I turned the corner and headed for my room.

My heart was pounding so much I thought he’d hear it.

This was all so sudden—the intensity of the feelings I had for him.  It was almost freaky and
too
intense.

He touched the little swirls of hair on the sides of my head.

“I always loved Star Wars,” he told me softly. “Come on, let’s have dinner.”

After kissing my neck close to my ‘Leia buns’ he said, “They remind me of cinnamon buns.  That’s one breakfast food you
must
have every day.”

He held open the door and I brushed close to him as I walked into the corridor, and as he pulled the door shut he pulled me in to his body.  He was wearing a charcoal grey sport jacket and soft grey pants and a short-sleeved ivory shirt, open at the neck.

I leaned in and smelled his hot skin then on tiptoes so I could reach him, I kissed him at a pulse point on his muscular neck.  He smelled so good I almost fainted.

He mumbled something in German under his breath, and because we were so close I felt his already stiff erection against my belly.  I could have had sex with him right there in the corridor, not carrying who was walking by.  Not caring if anyone applauded—although I’d certainly like to put on a good show in private. 

I knew that if I stood there much longer they’d have to scoop me up off the floor with a spatula and that would make a grand mess on the two-hundred year old floor of the magnificent Austrian ski lodge.

He shook me gently.  “Janet—we have to go to dinner.  We can’t stand here all night.  Someone will come by and dust us off and try and place us in a corner or something. Let alone we need the energy for later.”

I chuckled. 

Funny and sexy and oh so incredibly handsome. 
And it wasn’t even twenty-four hours since I’d arrived.  Maybe I could extend my two-week vacation another week. 

Maybe two.

Maybe three or four.

I was getting carried away with my sexual fantasy about an incredibly handsome
Austria
.

He broke apart and then putting his arm around my waist we walked downstairs to the dining room.

All I felt was the heat from the man beside me and the eyes of the women on us as we crossed the lobby and entered the dining room.”

Hah, he’s mine,
I gloated to myself.

I need him and you can’t have him.

Behind him there were little white lights strung in a square around the room and it looked like a romantic fairyland or high school graduation.  Still, my stomach started to do a flip flop when I looked ahead to a possible romantic relationship with Franz.  I knew nothing about him except that he was the center focus of my life already and it had only been a day.

I planned on trying to learn to ski tomorrow. 

Would he be helping me on the slopes and if so, how could I possibly focus on learning the sport and how not to fall on my ass all the time?

“You’re quiet,” he told me.

“Just taking in the incredible view,” I told him, looking out to the scenic postcard outside.

“Me too,” he said, looking directly at  my ‘Leia buns’ and then touching them with the back of his hand.  “How on earth do you get these things to stay like this?” 

He laughed, just as the wine steward came over.

“Herr Eigner, Miss Wilson,” he nodded. “I can recommend the—”

“Josef, I know what we have in the cellar.  Please bring Ms. Wilson and I a bottle of that Chardonnay from
California
.  I think she’d enjoy that.”

“
California
?”  I asked.  “I was looking forward to something European.”

“They happen to have the best wine. I hope you don’t mind me ordering for us?”

I shook my head ‘no’ then felt his foot playing with my ankle. Somehow, he’d managed to remove his shoe and then run it up to the back of my knee, and without any obvious contortions on his part.

“Why Mr. Eigner...” I smiled, “I do believe you are trying to seduce me while we eat dinner.”

“Just the appetizer, Fraulein.  We’ll eat our main meal here then take the dessert back to one of our rooms.”

“Where we can eat it together, I hope?”

He smiled slyly.  “Only if we try a special Austrian desert I had made especially for you.  It’s about twenty-seven or so years old and very...how do you say it...tasty.”

Our wine and appetizers arrived and after a glass was poured for each of us we clinked them and sipped. 

I ran my tongue over my lower lip and then tasted the wine slowly. I hoped it was enticing him to taste me.

Franz leaned over and put his hand over mine and then whispered, “Janet, if you keep on doing that I shall fall apart right here at the table.  I want to taste the wine on your lips.  I want to do all sorts of thing to you.”

“Will you also show me how to ski properly?”

He sat back and laughed.  “Honestly, my focus isn’t exactly on the slopes right now.”

Franz looked at his crotch and told me “I need to focus on getting my ski pole in order, if you know what I mean...”

I sat upright in my chair, putting on an act that I didn’t want him as much as he apparently wanted me. 

I wanted him in bucket loads and in every which way possible.  “Tell me a bit about the ski lodge.  How can a man as young as you are own something as magnificent as this?” 

I waved my hand around the general area.

He mumbled something in German under his breath then looked up at me.  “Family business.  We have several partners.”

“Do you have any brothers and sisters?”

“No.  Just my father.”

I sampled my potatoes au gratin and murmured my appreciation.  “Where’s your dad now?”

“Off on some business  trip. 

“He’s always off on some business trip,” he grimaced.

“Let’s discuss more pleasant things.  What do you do for a living?”

“I’m a writer and ghost writer.”

“Interesting.  What’s your favorite genre?”

“Romances—and horror.  I love horror stories.”

“Some of the romances in my past have been one and the same,” he told me.

I laughed so much that I almost dropped my wine.  “Sorry. That’s a good one. I actually wrote a story once called ‘My Horrible Vacation.’  It was a YA novel about teenagers at a Summer camp and they run into a mutant catfish.”

“Catfish?”

“Yep, catfish. There was a recent movie out about a two-headed shark so I thought catfish would work.”

Our toes had long ago met under the table in an intense game of footsie and I couldn’t wait until after dinner.  My nether regions were heating up.

I pushed my chair away from the table.  “I’m ready for that dessert you mentioned.”

Franz got up immediately and in the space of a minute we were headed upstairs to his owner’s suite.

I almost fell to the floor from the feeling.

As he kissed me, he tried to release one of my ‘Leia buns’ but couldn’t so I pushed him off for a moment then took them both down, letting my long, coppery hair flow down over my shoulders.

He fingered a lock of it then told me, “Oh my—my own Celtic fairy right here in my room. A man can’t take this much excitement.  Your skin is so translucent.  I can feel your heart beating so easily.”

I felt his hand running down the side of my body, lingering for a moment on my breast and then I felt him sweep it across my sex, between our bodies.

He pulled away a couple, of inches then ran his palm over the front of my dress and stopped.  “Let’s get you out of this dress.  I want to see you naked again.  I can’t wait.”

I looked over at the large, uncovered windows.  “Aren’t you worried about someone seeing us?  I practically glow in the dark.  I
am
a Celtic fairy, as you said, and all fairies glow in the dark.  Well, the red-headed ones at least—”

He stopped me speaking by invading my mouth with his tongue and with his other hand he pushed his jacket onto the floor and undid his belt and then ripped off his shirt.  The buttons made little pinging noises as they bounced along the wooden floor.