It was time to take her clothes off. He did, using the opportunity to tease and tantalize her further. But revealing her peaches-and-cream body was a double-edged sword. The light smattering of freckles over her shoulders and upper breasts were his downfall. She had none on her face, so the cinnamon dots felt secret—private—for him alone. A special knowledge shared just between them. He was tempted to count them—with kisses—every time he got her disrobed.
This time was no different.
The allure of her body for him never diminished.
He traced the light dots on her skin. “You are so beautiful.”
“You’ve got an unnatural affection for my freckles.” It might be a full sentence, but the way she said it, breathless with pauses between words, told him that she was no more in possession of her faculties than she had been a moment before.
“You think?” he asked against her silken skin, tasting t
He pressed forward, allowing the head of his granite-hard penis to brush her opening again, but did not go in, teasing them both. Her lips curved in a familiar smile as she seemed to simply melt against the bed, waiting on him with a sexy expectation he adored. It said she knew he would take care of her wants.He thrust his hips, allowing his length to slide along her slick folds. It felt so good—so perfect—he groaned, the sound reverberating deep in his chest. With her, he was primal man. “You are so wet.”“You are so earthy, Chris. No one would expect it.” Using her lower back muscles, she lifted herself and increased the stimulation, showing the uninhibited aspect of her own nature.“Only you get to see this side of me.” That had to count for something.“I better be the only one, mister.”He laughed softly as he allowed his thickened member to enter her. “You are like hot silk. I
On that day, Chris took them to the family’s private island residence, saying that the peaceful isolation would be ideal for father and daughter to get to know each other.Lara could see the benefit of staying somewhere quiet, because Chris was always busy when they were staying at the villa since he started taking care the company that his father left to him.The next day, despite his good intentions to spend time with Helen, Chris found he had to return to Baguio on business. Lara was secretly sad. As she watched the helicopter take off she felt an emptiness in the absence of his presence.She spent the day playing with Helen on her own. In the afternoon she decided to take her swimming. The huge infinity pool, where Chris habitually pounded through length after length, seemed far too big for them. But there was a smaller, child-friendly pool, shaded by an awning on one side. It seemed much more suitable for splashing about in with the six-month-old.
He turned to look at Lara, but she was still sitting in the pool on the steps, hugging her knees up to her chest. Why wasn’t she helping him? Was she trying to prove something by letting him struggle alone?“Pass me that towel,” he said.Lara bit her lip and stared up at Chris. Seeing him hold her daughter—their daughter—made a strange feeling run through her. She’d seen an expression of love pass across Chris’s face as he met his daughter’s eyes, and it had filled her with a mixture of emotions.She was profoundly happy that Helen would grow up in the warmth of such powerful paternal love.She pushed herself up out of the pool. She held the towel up and moved closer to Chris and Helen.“I can take her,” she said, reaching for the baby.“It’s all right,” he said, holding on tight to Helen. “I’ve got her. Just help me get that towel round him”
Chris strode across the hallway, carrying Lara towards the staircase. She was as light as a feather in his arms and felt as sexy as hell curled against his body, with one arm wrapped sensuously around his shoulder and her other hand stroking his chest.His heart was pounding powerfully beneath her fingers and his ardor was making him feel unstoppable. He wanted to bound up the stairs to the bedroom—but at the same time he wanted the moment to last.It felt so good to be taking Lara to his bed, and somehow it reminded him of the first night they’d ever made love.He paused at the foot of the stairs and looked into her wide eyes. Her long fringe had fallen back, away from her face, and he saw that her brow was clear and smooth. She was giving herself completely to the moment—she wanted this as much as he did.Another surge of desire crashed through him and he bent his head to kiss her again. She reacted instantly, parting her lips to welco
As she felt his hands sliding upwards over her ribs, she instinctively looked down at herself. The sight of her own naked breasts, jiggling slightly with the trembling of her body and the rapid rate of her breathing, startled her. Her nipples were jutting forward, taut and throbbing with the need for his attention, and even looking at them herself seemed to make them ache even more.Suddenly his hands curved up and over her breasts, and a shuddering sigh escaped her. He massaged her tender flesh, sending waves of sensual pleasure rolling through her. Then he teased her nipples gently between his fingers and thumbs, and the pleasure intensified.Her head fell back against his shoulder and she closed her eyes. It felt so perfect standing there, feeling the skin of her back pressed against his solid chest while his hands created marvelous sensations, spiraling out from her breasts.The he lifted one hand to sweep her hair to the side, baring her neck so that he cou
Very early the following morning Lara brought Helen downstairs to give her a drink of milk. She’d always woken up at the crack of dawn, and nothing seemed to be changing about that since they’d arrived in Baguio.As she walked outside onto the terrace she saw that Chris was swimming. She sat at the table with Helen on her lap as Chris powered through the water beside them. She never tired of watching him—he was a natural swimmer, and he seemed to glide at super-speed through the water with the effortless strength of a dolphin.It was a beautiful morning—still so early that the sea was a shimmering silver-blue and the sky was tinged pale apricot from the recent sunrise. Lara felt good—genuinely happy that Chris had brought her with him.He finished his lengths and lifted his head, noticing her for the first time. She lifted her hand to wave at him as he swam over to the steps—just as she had done so many times in the past.
Chris strode through the hotel on his way up to see Lara. He did not want her to stumble across them inadvertently, possibly creating an awkward situation. It was his intention to be present the first time they encountered each other, so that a potentially tricky moment would be under his control.He walked through their suite quietly, in case Helen was asleep, and found Lara standing on the balcony looking down at the terrace below. Something about her body language pricked his attention immediately. Her shoulders were drawn in and she was shaking.Suddenly he realized she was weeping.“Lara?” He spoke her name quietly, but she spun round at once, her face an open book of remorse.“I’m sorry,” she sobbed. “Oh, Chris—I’m sorry for what I did that night.”The pure emotion in her voice cut into him disconcertingly—but he told himself it didn’t matter what she said, how she tried to def
She sighed with delight and leant into his embrace, opening her lips as he finally kissed her on the mouth. Her pulse rate leapt up as his tongue slid inside, setting off a cascade of feelings surging through her body.Suddenly she was burning with desire of him. She was hot and desperate to feel his body moving against hers, to feel his hands on her bare skin.She grappled with his clothing urgently, pulling and tugging—and he was undressing her at the same time. Then all at once they were both standing naked, devouring each other with their eyes.“You look so good,” she murmured, startled by how husky her voice sounded. For a second, she didn’t move, just stood there letting her eyes roam freely over his magnificent body. He was fully aroused and ready for her, and his erection drew her gaze like a magnet. Her breathing was becoming ragged just from looking at him—but she wanted the moment to last.His eyes were on her too,