Chapter 3
Mila woke up slowly, feeling the tickling on her shoulder and her neck. With a smile, she realized what…or more specifically…who was causing the tickling.
She tried to roll over, but Tavon wouldn’t allow her to move. His arm around her waist kept her pressed against his muscular chest. “Good morning,” he murmured.
It was only then that she realized he was ready for another round. Feeling his erection pressing against her bottom and…okay, his hand curling around her breast was another big signal.
“I don’t think I can…”
His thumb and forefinger pinched her nipple, causing her back to arch and the words to disappear. She slapped a hand over his, not sure if she wanted him to stop or to keep going. She was tender after the previous night’s passion, but…those feelings were there and she knew that the only way to make them go away was to go along with his idea.
She moaned when his fingers swirled around her nipple, those feelings no longer a lingering need. With his fingers’ motion, that need grew into an urgent, desperate ache. “Harry!” she gasped, trying to pull his fingers away even while she ground her bottom against him, needing the relief that he could give.
A moment later, she heard the foil tear and then his fingers against her bottom. She knew exactly what he was doing – and not doing it very efficiently, causing his fingers to tease her tender parts. That only sent her need higher and she clutched at the pillow.
His soft laughter behind her told her that she was in more trouble. Sure enough he didn’t press into her as she was hoping. His strong arm moved around her waist, his hands sliding up her stomach to cup her breast.
“This…you can’t…” she shook her head, pressing her bottom back against his erection, trying to get him to give her what she wanted.
“I thought you were too tender,” he said, his voice a low growl in her ear. She felt his teeth nip at the shell of her ear and dropped her head.
“I was. Not anymore.” Looking at him over her shoulder, she tried to turn around, but his hands kept her in place – defenseless. Needy.
“Stay just like this,” he ordered, and then his thumb tweaked her nipple again, gaining another gasp from Mila.
“I don’t want to,” she groaned. “Please, let me turn around.”
“No. I want you just like this.” His hand slipped lower, his fingers expertly teasing that nub. “I want you at my mercy.”
“I am! But please…!”
His fingers teased and tortured and brought her right to the edge, then pulled back. She wanted to smack him when he did that, but at the very moment she was ready to scream, he pushed himself deep into her heat. All Mila could do was press back against him. But that wasn’t enough. Now she needed…
“Move!” she begged, clutching the pillow with one hand and his arm with the other, already shifting her hips back and forth against him in an effort to find relief.
“All in good time, my beauty,” he promised with a laugh, which quickly turned to a groan when she shifted against him again.
Thankfully, he started moving and she sighed with pleasure. “Yes!” she moaned. Faster and faster, harder, he pressed into her heat and she couldn’t stop the whimpers as her body coiled tighter and higher. Faster, harder…and then…the stars burst around her as waves of pleasure pulsed through her body. She felt him reach his own orgasm moments later, but all she could do was hold on and pray that she didn’t fall apart. Thankfully, she felt “Harry’s” arms tighten around her and she knew that she was safe.
A long time later, she sighed and looked over her shoulder.
“Good morning,” he teased, kissing her bare shoulder.
Mila grinned, feeling free and happy. Happier than she had in a long, long time! “Yes. It’s a very good morning!”
He laughed and started to pull out of her. After the previous night and then again this morning, she was very tender and he heard the hiss as he pulled out of her body. “Sorry about that.”
She laughed when he stepped out of the bed, but then screamed slightly, laughing when he lifted her into his arms to carry her into the shower. Mila grabbed hold of his shoulders, grinning up into his handsome face. “You think you’re a tough guy, huh?”
He lowered her legs, kissing her briefly as he adjusted the temperature of the water. “No, I know I’m a tough guy.”
She sighed as the warm water washed away the scent of their lovemaking, but she saw his watch and gasped. “I have to hurry!”
He laughed and dropped the bottle of shower gel into her hands. “You use this. I’m not going to my meetings smelling like a flower,” and he grabbed the bar soap the hotel provided. It wasn’t much better though.
Twenty minutes later, Mila stepped out of the bedroom and slipped into her shoes. She’d pulled her hair up into a twist and was wearing another sheath dress, this one in red with black color-blocking along the sides, then added a set of gold necklaces. As soon as he turned around and saw her, he let out a wolf whistle of appreciation. He was dressed as well, although his clothes weren’t nearly as pristine as when he’d arrived last night.
Taking her into his arms, he kissed her carefully, trying not to mess up her makeup. “You’re beautiful. What’s on your agenda for today?”
She thought through her schedule, trying to remember everything her assistant had organized. “I have meetings with several production companies in the morning. And then I’m touring another facility this afternoon.”
“Are you free tonight?” he asked, his hands pulling her close as he lowered his head and nuzzled her neck.
She laughed, trying to pull away, but he’d anticipated her move and kept her in his arms.
“Yes. What did you have in mind?” she asked.
He chuckled. “Dinner?”
She lifted her brows. “At midnight again?” she teased.
He laughed again. “I’ll take you out this time.”
“What time?”
“What time do you finish?”
“I think I’m booked up until about seven tonight.”
“Good. Text me where your last meeting is and I’ll meet you there.”
She nodded, trying to figure out what to do about her bodyguards. But the clock told her that she needed to hurry. “Sounds good,” she told him, thinking to figure out her bodyguard issue later when she had more time. “But I need to hurry now,” and she pulled out of his arms, grabbing her tote bag and rushing to the door.
Ten minutes later, surrounded by her guards, she left the hotel. As she stepped into the back of the town car, she caught “Harry’s” curious gaze when he walked out of the hotel right behind her.