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Kianti bit her lip, feeling much like an inexperienced virgin then. It wasn’t long though before the realization of control took hold and she helped herself. Her hair had tumbled from its elegantly confined upsweep long ago. Now, it hung down her back as she treated him and herself to the slow, heated up and down movements of her sex on his.
Her moans were repetitive and in perfect rhythm with the way she rode him. Therin’s hold on her hips was loose; all his strength was in the part of his anatomy she’d taken command of. Giving into her determination to take him until he was depleted, Therin buried the heels of his hands against his eyes. He chanted her name and met her every stroke with a thrust. When he tried to reclaim dominance, she changed the rotation of his hips and contracted her inner walls around him. His groan held a tinge of surrender that brought a triumphant smile to her face. Convinced that he was at last driven down by the force of her desire, she clutched and released his length wickedly and relentlessly until they were coming sweetly, blissfully, simultaneously….
Chapter 15
Therin had been awake over an hour simply watching Kianti as she slept. He liked the look of it. What’s more, he liked the look of her doing it in his bed. He knew he wanted to enjoy the image for more than just one night. He wanted more than just the series of stolen moments that made up the foundation of their brief acquaintance.
He leaned over to toy with the hair curled about her neck. He tugged several locks free and rubbed them between his thumb and forefinger to relish the heavy healthy feel of it against his skin.
She murmured his name during her slumber and he smiled as she snuggled deeper into the covers.
He loved her. He loved her and it had happened so peacefully, so subtly yet it hadn’t gone unnoticed. He’d embraced every moment of it. He could actually feel himself falling willingly into the midst of it.
She snuggled a bit deeper into the covers and Therin decided to give her peace. Gingerly, he left the bed, craving a hot cup of coffee. He walked barefoot through the apartment, which was illuminated by the predawn light streaming past the tall living room windows. He switched on the lamp in the center of a small round breakfast table and saw one of Kianti’s CDs lying there. In the top corner of the case, there was a sticky note carrying the words Play Me.
Therin obliged, knowing a dose of her exquisite piano playing would only make the morning better. He eased the disc into the changer system tucked in the shelving near the table. Yawning then, he massaged sleep from his neck and shoulders while heading over to start the coffee.
Instead of Kianti’s music lofting from the changer, a computer-generated voice emerged.
“She’s very beautiful, Rucker. Looks like she’s the one who truly belongs in your bed. It’d be a shame to let your stubbornness ruin her.”
Therin stood still for what had to be a full minute. Stiffly, he managed to trudge over to the shelving. As though he expected it to burn to the touch, he tentatively reached out to hit the repeat button. A second after the message ended, he shut down the system.
Hand fisted to his mouth, he dropped into the nearest chair. His light eyes narrowed toward the changer. He ejected the CD, studied it solemnly and then broke it in half.
“Therin?”
An hour later, Kianti took the same route to the kitchen that her lover had when his mind was on a hot cup of coffee. She tapped her fingers to the counter and looked around.
“Therin?” she called again when the atmosphere of silence became too much for her liking. She was turning to leave the kitchen when she noticed the broken CD on the table. Before she could touch the shards, there was the distinct click of locks in the distance. Kianti rushed out, expecting to find Therin coming through the front door. Nothing prepared her to see Brody, Winton, Khan and Cube entering instead. Reflexively, she tightened her hold on the sheet that covered her.
“Get dressed.” Brody was cool in the wake of the confusion he saw in her eyes. “We’ll explain.”
“Explain now.” She came down off the last step leading to the living room from the kitchen.
“Honey, Brody’s right, why don’t you—” Khan raised his hands defensively at the look she slanted him.
“Explain,” she said, having turned back to Brody.
“Rucker called us to come get you,” he said.
“What happened?”
“He just told us to come for you.” Brody shrugged. “He didn’t seem upset.”
“That damned party,” she muttered, biting on her thumbnail then. “Everything’s such a mess. He’s got a lot on his plate.” She fixed the guys with an apologetic look. “He didn’t need to call you, I’m fine.”
