Page 25 of Legacy of His Revenge
CHAPTER SIX
FORTHEFIRSTtime since she had arrived, Sophie was able to appreciate Matias’s sprawling mansion at leisure because she stayed to cook him breakfast the following morning and the morning after that.
‘But I thought all the guests had gone,’ Julie had proffered in a puzzled voice, when Sophie had phoned and told her the situation.
Sophie had muttered something and nothing about not all the guests having gone just yet, and what choice did she have considering she was indebted to the man and so had to do as he commanded or else face having their business dismantled like a house of Lego bricks in the hands of a hyperactive toddler.
She could just about extrapolate sufficient truth from what she had said to paper over her guilt at playing truant, because that was what it felt like.
She was preparing breakfast for Matias but that was just a nonsense excuse for what she was really doing. She was his lover and she was enjoying every second of it. Having curled up into herself after her experience with Alan, she was feeling liberated in a way she had never hoped to be. She was, she felt, on a journey of self-discovery and she had stopped asking herself how that was possible when Matias was so unsuitable. She just knew that he gave something to her, added some crazy dimension to her life that made her forget all the principles she had spent her life nurturing.
She was being reckless for the first time in her life and she was liking it.
You’re not your mother,Matias had told her and she had actually listened and allowed herself to unbend and live a little without beating herself up about it. Okay, so Matias wasn’t going to be around for ever but that didn’t mean that she was going to suddenly develop a taste for inappropriate men. No, Matias was her walk on the wild side and why shouldn’t she enjoy him while she had the chance?
He was rich, he was powerful, he was arrogant and he was self-assured to the point of ridiculous, but he was also, she had discovered, an extremely thoughtful lover, a good laugh, was weirdly tuned into her thoughts and just so, so unbelievably clever.
Hovering on the fringes of her enjoyment, however, was the looming certainty that he wouldn’t be around for much longer, although when she thought about that a guilty little voice whispered in her head,But won’t he be...? After all, you’ll still have to pay off the rest of your debt...maybe there’ll be more breakfasts to be prepared...
Breakfast this morning had been an elaborate concoction of eggs, spinach, ham and a hollandaise sauce on freshly baked bread.
The smell of the bread still lingered in the kitchen as Sophie tidied away the dishes while Matias reclined at the kitchen table like a lord and master, replete after having his appetite sated.
She turned around and he beckoned her across and patted his lap.
‘Sit,’ he commanded with a grin, watching as she sashayed towards him, fresh as a flower without make-up and sexy as hell in some cut-off faded jeans and a baggy tee shirt.
She wasn’t wearing a bra. He liked her without one. He liked being able to reach out and touch her without having to go through the bother of unclasping boring fastenings.
They’d been larking around for two days like teenagers and Matias still couldn’t get enough of her. He hadn’t steered the conversation towards her father again. Hadn’t even thought about it. The only thing on his mind had been her fabulous body and what it did to him.
‘Nice breakfast,’ he murmured as she settled obediently on his lap. He slipped his hand under the tee shirt, found the generous swell of her breast and the tight bud of her nipple, then he lifted the shirt and angled her so that she was straddling him and began suckling at her breast.
He had no idea what she possessed that could make him act like a horny teenager but she had it. In his saner moments, he remembered who she was and what his original plan had been in getting her to repay her debt by working for him. Unfortunately, those saner moments had been rarer than hen’s teeth.
Watching her bustle about his kitchen, in a parody of domesticity that should have sent him running for the hills, had kick-started a nice little erection and sucking her nipple now was intensifying it to the point of painful.
He shifted under her and felt her smile as she reached down and found his hard shaft, holding it firmly but getting little traction because of his jeans.
Too little traction. He adjusted his big body and, reading him and responding instinctively, Sophie slid off his lap, discarding her tee shirt along the way, and then she eased off his trousers with a little help from him.
He was so beautiful he took her breath away. She couldn’t believe that in a space of just a few days she had moved from novice to wanton, had blossomed under his touch like a plant given life-saving nutrients. He’d encouraged her to touch, to experiment, to wallow in his open adoration of her body. He’d been a masterful teacher. He’d lavished attention on every inch of her body and taught her just how to touch him and where to make him feel good.
Now, with his trousers and boxers in a heap on the ground, she took his thick shaft between her hands and played with him, absolutely enjoying the way he slid a little further down the chair and loving the guttural moan that escaped his lips. His hand cupped the crown of her head as she took him into her mouth and his fingers curled into her hair as she began to suck.
They were in their private paradise, a delicious bubble where they had been able to indulge their appetite for one another without interruption, a bubble in which thoughts and conjectures andreality, at leastfor her, had not been allowed to intrude.
She stood up, noting that his eyes were closed, those thick, lush lashes casting shadows on his razor-sharp cheekbones. His nostrils were flared. He knew what she was going to do and was lazily waiting to be pleasured.
Sophie couldn’t get her jeans and underwear off fast enough. He did that to her, made her whole body agitate with an urgency to be satisfied. She was wet between her legs, dripping, aching to have him inside her.
She knew where he kept his condoms and quickly fetched one from the wallet in his trousers on the ground. They had made love without protection that one single time and never again. Now, she slipped a condom out of its foil and took him between her hands so that she could put it on him.
His eyes were slumberous on her, hotly working her up to a peak of excitement, and she groaned out loud as she lowered herself onto him, her every nerve ending tingling as he circled her waist with his big hands, then she was moving on him, pressing down to feel him deep inside her, letting him take her to places only he could.
He levered her head towards him and kissed her as she moved on him, a deep, hungry, urgent kiss that made her moan and then she was coming, hurtling towards that peak of satisfaction, her body moving in perfect rhythm with his until the world exploded and all she could feel was the intense pleasure of her climax that went on and on, subsiding eventually in little, erotic waves that left her shaking and trembling.
She sagged against him, head against his chest, listening to his slow, ragged breathing that very gradually returned to normal. They were both practically slipping off the chair and she reluctantly climbed off him and began sticking back on her clothes.
