Melting Ms Frost (35 page)

The cadence of Aidan’s breathing changed, and although his hand stayed light on her head, she was aware of the tension in his fingertips increasing. His hips started to rock, the movements tight and retrained, but the restraint came at a cost. She could feel the leashed power of him. Understood for the first time the effort he exerted to keep all that passion and strength so controlled. Wondered what it would take to make him lose it again, as thoroughly as he’d lost it for her last night.

Spurred on, she grasped him tighter, took him deeper, wrenched a groan from his throat.

Then he was pulling away from her.

Bending to haul her to her feet, he pressed his lips briefly to hers when she was upright. ‘As amazing as that feels, you’re not getting the better of me tonight, Annabel.’ He released her to tug up his boxers at the same time as kicking out of his trousers. ‘Let’s take this to your room.’

Reaching down to his discarded trousers, he plucked his wallet from a pocket before leading the way into her bedroom.

Making his way straight to the bedside, he placed his wallet on the side table and turned to sit on the edge of the bed.

When Annabel made to close the short distance between them, he held up a hand. ‘Stay where you are,
a mhuirnín
. I’d like to watch you undress for me now
.
Why don’t you untie yourself so you can get that gown off?’

She stopped, the sight of all that finely moulded male beauty exposed and so tantalisingly close, made her waste no time in complying. Pulling on the short end of the sash, she felt the knot unravel, allowing her to slip her bonds in an instant. The reminder of how easily she could free herself was reassuring, and she had no doubt that was why Aidan had suggested she do it. Shrewd man.

He reached forward to take the sash from her, then sprawled back again to watch as she released the cleverly hidden fastenings of her gown and stepped out of it, leaving herself in a pair of appliquéd burgundy lace knickers.

‘Shoes next,’ he directed – and once released, her toes wriggled against the soft carpet with relief.

As she went to hook her fingers into the waistband of her underpants, he ordered her to stop. ‘I’ll do the rest.’

Rising to his feet, he came with loose-limbed grace toward her. Without the added inches lent by her heels, the difference in their height was overwhelming apparent. He towered over her, a wall of taut strength, close enough that she felt the heat from his bare skin beat against hers as he spent an unhurried minute retying the sash around her hands.

Then his free hands were on her, smoothing down over her waist and hips. His fingers dipped under the elastic of her briefs and slid them down her thighs, leaving Annabel to step out of them as they dropped to pool around her ankles.

Grasping control of her bound wrists in one hand, he delved the fingers of the other between her thighs. His face lit with a pulse-hitching smile. ‘I do believe you’re enjoying this more than you thought you would, Ms Frost,’ he said as his fingers slipped through the unmistakable slickness they’d discovered there. ‘How do you feel about your hands being bound to one of the bed posts?’

Her gut reaction was to refuse – she’d accepted a big enough compromise as it was. Being tied to something added an extra element of helplessness, would deny her the opportunity to steer the course of events, to touch him.

‘You’ll still be able to free yourself whenever you want,’ Aidan said, obviously reading the doubt flitting across her features. Then he lowered his face to hers to steal another soft kiss before whispering against her lips, ‘I’ll make it worth your while. I’ll make you come, and come, and come.’

The husky promise left her knees so weak that she swayed against him. He was fighting dirty again, bribing her with sex. And as she’d previously found out, what defence did she have against that?

‘Let’s try it and see,’ she said somewhat shakily, in what she recognised was becoming an all too familiar catchphrase.

Without giving her the chance to change her mind, Aidan helped her onto the bed, coaxing her to lie diagonally across the mattress before climbing on himself and crawling his way up over her legs to straddle her hips. Taking hold of her bound hands, he raised them above her head, holding her arms stretched while he lowered his mouth to kiss her. He broke away only when she began squirming beneath him, reaching to tie the sash to one of the posts and making sure to tuck the release tab into her grasp.

For a moment then he sat above her, gaze sweeping hungrily over her bound and stretched form. ‘What a picture you make, Annabel.’ And then his hands swept over her too, running up her arms and back down her sides before curving up over her ribcage to frame the undersides of her breasts. Squeezing, he lowered his head and gave her a grin that went beyond pulse-hitching and into heart-stopping.

‘Shall we see how close we can get you to coming just from nipple play?’ he asked, giving one pink tip a slow lick, and then the other. He took her reaction as his answer, falling on her with an open mouth even as she arched and shuddered beneath him.

He feasted – there was no other way to describe it, savouring her with the decadent indulgence of a gourmand. And the sensations he conjured were exquisite. Whipcords of white-hot pleasure ran from her breasts to her groin, where she felt the answering echo of every tug, every graze of his teeth, every lick and suck.

He pushed her right to the edge of her pleasure before he stopped to take some of his own. Losing his boxers, he crawled up her torso until his thighs bracketed her shoulders, and pushed his thumb into her mouth.

‘Open for me. I want to watch those lips slide up and down my shaft again.’

He was gentle yet demanding, setting the pace and pushing himself into her mouth over and over, his eyes ablaze, his breathing ragged, until the muscles in his thighs began to tremble.

Pulling himself free, he shuffled back down to renew his attentions to her already tender breasts, leaving her thrashing against the twin bonds of the sash and his weight.

When she couldn’t stand it any longer, she managed to articulate a begging word in between pants. ‘More.’

With a sucking pull on her nipple, Aidan lifted his head to look up at her. ‘What was that?’

‘More.’ She moaned as she felt his fingers replace his mouth, teasing her over-sensitive flesh.

‘You want more? Where?’

She thrust her trapped hips up against the hot, heavy bulge of his groin ‘There.’

Still straddling her to keep her snugly confined beneath him, he began to slide down her body, kissing and nipping as he went. The tendrils of that black hair felt like cool silk trailing over her hot, feverish skin

Then he dropped a light kiss on her curls. ‘Here?’

His hands ran up the sides of her thighs and hips and met in the centre of her belly. Palms pressing over her pelvis, his thumbs teased her labia apart a fraction.

‘Yes,’ she hissed in desperation.

‘With pleasure, Ms Frost. I’ve been thinking all night about putting my mouth on you again, tasting you come against my tongue.’

He speared that tongue into the small opening he’d made, hitting right on the target of her clitoris and concentrating all his efforts there. Annabel cried out and arched at the intensity, making Aidan clamp down and hold her fast. Legs trapped shut between his and arms anchored by the sash, Annabel found the inability to move push her over the edge with surprising speed. With his name bursting from her lips she came fast, and hard.

Leaving a short trail of kisses up over her curls and stomach, Aidan climbed off the bed. She watched, panting and limp as he drew a condom from his wallet and sheathed himself.

Then he was on the bed again, spreading her legs apart and lifting her thighs over his so he could kneel between them. He murmured how lovely she looked spread out so helplessly, so shamelessly, before him as he let his fingers begin to explore her. Taking hold of his erection with one hand, he held the very tip of it against her entrance as he worked her sensitised flesh towards another climax. Waiting, watching, gauging, he pushed into her at the moment she began peaking again, forging his way in past the contracting muscles. The feel of his inexorable invasion driving right through the heart of her orgasm shot Annabel to another level of intensity like she’d never known. Before she could come down, he began to thrust his hips, his fingers never letting up, holding her trapped on a plateau of mindless sensation that wrung pleasure out of her until her teeth rattled.

Dazed, she heard the grunting oaths Aidan uttered, felt him withdraw and abruptly flip her over onto her stomach. Taking only the time to shove a stack of pillows under her hips he nudged her legs apart and re-entered her from behind, pushing into sensitive tissue in a relentless glide, going deeper than ever before until his pelvis was pressed flush up against her buttocks.

With a groan of satisfaction, he lowered himself onto his elbows, the hard contours of his chest and stomach blanketing her spine, pinning her torso to the mattress.

His mouth pressed to her ear. ‘I love making you come for me, Annabel. I’m going to make you do it again. Just like this.’

She groaned herself at that idea, but she’d never orgasmed from penetration alone before. ‘I don’t think I can … I’ve never …’

‘Let’s try it and see,’ he murmured, echoing her earlier words.

He stayed plastered to her as he pushed in and out, slowly, carefully, adjusting angle and pace according to her response. His blanketing heat had her skin prickling as he gradually moved faster, his body sliding against the sweat trapped between them.

She was aware that where he slid inside her felt just as slick. After a while Annabel felt a tingling pressure build until it was almost a burn, and cried out when he shifted slightly and caught a certain spot.

‘There,’ he breathed into her ear, triumphant. He concentrated on hitting that spot, again and again, pushing up onto his arms to improve the angle even more, each jolting thrust making her tender nipples rasp over the bed cover.

The orgasm hit her hard, her body clenching tight, fingers and toes curling, the air squeezed from her lungs. The sudden fierce clamping of her muscles brought a hoarse shout from Aidan. He dropped back onto her, one arm moving up to curl tight around her head, his hand spearing into her hair to hold her face against his.

‘Jesus, I’m coming too,’ he rasped as he lost his rhythm, lost control of his muscles, twitched and panted and shook as he emptied himself into her.

Trapped under his weight, drained and delirious, Annabel felt the irresistible tug of exhaustion pulling at her. Although she no longer really doubted it, Aidan had proved he was a man of his word all right – he’d made her come, and come, and come. As the darkness of sleep encroached, she thought it was just as well that they were leaving for London first thing in the morning, because spending much more time at the mercy of Aidan Flynn would likely be the end of her.

The cab pulled up outside Annabel’s apartment block and before she could move to get out, Aidan slid closer to her across the back seat and nuzzled her neck. Their flight from Vienna had been so early that they hadn’t had time to make love again that morning and he was apparently feeling the loss.

‘Are you sure you wouldn’t prefer to come and get changed at my place?’ he murmured in her ear. ‘Then we could travel into Cluny’s together.’

She arched her neck and let him nibble for a moment, mainly because it was too damn hard not to. ‘If I come back to yours then there’s no way either of us would make it to work.’

‘True,’ he said, with a sigh of resignation. Releasing her with obvious reluctance, he moved to help her with her overnight case.

‘No. I can manage. Stay where you are.’

‘I can at least see you to the door.’

‘No. I want to say goodbye here so I can do this.’ She turned and launched herself at his chest, pushing into him with enough force to slam him back against the seat. Kissing him fast and hard, she pulled away when his dominant instincts started to take over.

‘See you in a couple of hours.’ Slamming the door, she strode towards the communal entrance to her apartment block and swiped her security tag to open the doors. Aware that the taxi continued to idle at the kerb behind her, she turned to throw a very un-Ms-Frost-like look over her shoulder as she stepped into the lobby, laughing at Aidan’s answering grin as she headed up the stairs.

As she stopped outside her apartment door to fit the key in the lock, she thought she heard the intercom buzz for a moment. She smiled. If that was Aidan thinking he was coming up here as a substitute for going to his place, he had another thing coming. What did he imagine they could get up to with her mother around?

‘Mum, I’m back,’ she called out as the door swung open, revealing a mess in the hallway. The drawers of her console table, along with their contents lay strewn on the floor. Immediate confusion gave way to a chill. ‘Mum?’ she called out again.

‘In here, love.’ Her mother’s voice, sounding strained and strange came from the sitting room. Something wasn’t right. Had they been burgled? Her case dropped from suddenly nerveless fingers as she rushed from front door to sitting room. The place was like a bomb site, overturned furniture, cupboards emptied, contents scattered all over the floor. The only thing that was upright was the sofa, from which her mother was staring at her with eyes wide with fear as she silently mouthed ‘I’m so sorry’.

‘Mum?’ Annabel picked her way towards her as quickly as she could through the debris, noticing even the Christmas tree decorations had taken a beating. ‘What the—’

‘I didn’t tell him how to find us, Bel, I swear,’ her mother rushed on. ‘He followed me.’

‘Who did?’ Annabel asked, having difficulty taking everything in.

‘I did,’ said a voice behind her.

Spinning on the spot, she saw Tony Maplin, glass in one hand, bottle of gin in the other, standing in the sitting room doorway.

‘As you weren’t here when I arrived, I thought I’d set up a nice welcome home surprise, Bel. We’ve been having a drink in your honour while we waited for you.’ He raised the nearly empty bottle.