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“Don’t second-guess this.”
Rather than groan, I nearly wept. “How can I not? This may be commonplace for you, but it isn’t for me.”
“It isn’t for me, either, Alena. I swear it isn’t. I don’t get involved with people I work with, especially when we’re in the middle of an op.”
I tried to wriggle from his arms, but he wouldn’t let me. “Then, what are we doing?”
“What we cannot resist.”
“Zep—”
“Henry.” He brushed my hair from my neck and pressed a kiss beneath my ear. “Say it.”
“Henry.”
“Do you know what it does to me to hear you say my name?” He pressed his rigid cock between the cheeks of my bottom. “Just being near you makes me so hard it’s sometimes difficult to walk.”
I looked over my shoulder at him.
“Remember when you scolded me for almost forgetting to tip our sleigh driver?”
“Bernard?”
“Yeah. I took one look at this bed and pictured you on it. Naked, legs spread, holding your hand out to me, begging me to join you.” He brought his hand to my breast, pinching my nipple between his thumb and index finger. “Touching you, tasting you, burying myself deep inside you.”
My body writhed of its own accord.
“You like that idea, don’t you?”
I couldn’t lie; my pussy throbbed, aching for him.
“You thought I was picturing Schön, but I wasn’t. From the moment we stepped into the chalet, it’s been all you, Alena.”
“You hated me.”
He kissed my neck but dropped his hand from my breast. “I never hated you. Especially not as much as you hated me.”
“I never hated you, either.”
“Look at me.”
I turned my body so I faced him.
“Maybe, all along, it was pent-up sexual frustration.”
Chuckling, I shook my head. “I don’t think that was it.”
“Bloody hell,” Zeppelin muttered when our mobiles vibrated, followed by a knock at the door.
“Who’s that?”
“Most likely the sleigh driver. Before you dozed off, I requested he give us a lift to the lodge for dinner.” He looked at his watch. “It completely slipped my mind, and our reservation is in twenty minutes.”
“Oh!” I sat up and ran my hand over my hair. “Do I look a mess?”
Zeppelin smiled. “No, but you do look like you’ve been ravished.” He reached out and swiped my mouth with histhumb. “Lips swollen from being kissed.” His hand returned to my breast. “Nipples hard.”
“Henry…”