Lust and Lies 04 - Pretty Maids in a Row

around him, and his shaft moving urgently against her sensitized flesh, he spoke.
    "Tell me you're on the pill."
    She heard his question through the fog of desire in her mind and answered without analyzing what he meant. "Yes."
    He exhaled heavily then rubbed his length against her until she moaned. "Now tell me you want me, and you can have me."
    The arrogant bastard was not going to win this one. "Go to hell."
    "Fine. But you're coming with me." His body penetrated hers in one hard, upward thrust.
    She cried out, unable to hide the relief she felt to have the teasing end. Anchoring her nails in his back and her heels in his thighs, she rode the violent waves he created, unaware of anything but the sensations spiraling through her. There was no right or wrong, goals or reasoning.
    Only pleasure.
    The explosion of her climax and the shimmering aftershocks held her immobilized until he separated their bodies and set her back onto her feet.
    Some time ago the water had stopped flowing, but only now did he turn off the faucets and open the door to let the steam escape. Holly remained where she was, feeling strangely detached as he took a towel off the rack and dried them both off. When he tugged on her hand and led her out of the mini-bathroom, the liquid warmth began to evaporate, but not enough to stop her from following him. At the foot of the bed he let go of her hand to pull down the spread.
    "What are you doing?" she asked even as he eased her onto the bed beside him.
    "Now, Holly, I know you're stubborn, but you're not stupid."
    "What's that supposed to mean?" She tried to sound indignant, but didn't quite make it as she watched his finger circle the outside of her breast then spiral closer and closer to the tip. Involuntarily, she arched into his palm and he chuckled.
    "I mean, you can't possibly think that was it. That was fucking—not what I wanted to do with you at all. But you just had to be stubborn about it and, well, you know I have a bit of a temper. However, I'm not going to let your stubbornness or my temper rob us both of a memorable experience. Now we're going to make love."
    She narrowed her eyes suspiciously. No, he couldn't possibly know she had been mentally comparing him to Philip earlier.
    "The manager said he'd personally drive you to the airport at six-thirty." His hand moved down to shape her hip and stroke her thigh. "Hmm. Four hours. I'll have to cut out a few of my special interrogation techniques, but I should still be able to manage it."
    "Now what are you talking about?" She swatted at the hand creeping up her inner thigh.
    "Before you leave, I want three things from you. One, you're going to admit you want me. In fact, you're going to beg me to satisfy you." His tongue stroked the curve of her ear. "Again."
    "Never," she stated confidently, in spite of the ripple that passed through her stomach.
    As if he had sensed her physical response, he traced an abstract design over her abdomen. "Two, you're going to tell me what you wanted from me to begin with."
    She stiffened. "That's ridiculous. I told you before, I didn't want anything from you. Somehow your overblown ego caused you to jump to a very wrong conclusion about me."
    "Maybe. We'll see. But that brings us to three. The last time we parted, we were furious with each other. I have no doubt you never intended to speak to me again." He smiled at the admission in her eyes. "This time, when you walk away, you won't be able to forget you ever met me. You won't be able to forget one"—he gave her a soft kiss on the forehead—"single"—on the tip of her nose—"minute." His lips caressed hers with infinite tenderness, over and over until she turned into his arms and gave herself up to whatever he had in mind.
    Good lord. Had she really thought Philip made love to her? The phrase, as she had interpreted it, had no correlation to what she and David shared for the remainder of the afternoon. He made love to her fingers, her toes, the sensitive skin behind her knees. He aroused her with erotic whisperings and promises, then proved the actual deeds more exciting still. Each time she felt as though she could go no higher, he carried her beyond. He made her sigh and moan, laugh and groan, and sigh again.
    Where Philip was grateful to worship at the passive shrine of her body, David demanded her full participation, made suggestions that became orders if she hesitated or showed reluctance, then teased her when her innocence showed