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“Baby.” Her deep gaze softened over his mood. “You’ve got to focus on this mess. You don’t need me hanging around, especially when I have no idea about…the politics of politics, and I don’t want one.”
“I don’t want one, either.” His smile deepened while his grip on her hand tightened. Soon, they were leaving the rooftop.
“You’ve lost your mind!” Vaughn shouted. “The press is in an uproar. If you leave now, they’ll be in a frenzy, and I damn well don’t want to be stuck in the middle of it!”
Therin brought a hand down to Vaughn’s rigid shoulder. “Cut the act, V. You know you live for this shit, so don’t try foolin’ me. Besides, Gary, Peter and Morgan are here to shield you from some of it.”
“Hell, Morgan’s MIA. I haven’t talked to him all day.”
“I hadn’t noticed…seemed excited about hearing Kianti play.” Therin’s voice held an absent quality as he was more focused on the outraged crowd. “Anyway, I’m about to get lost,” he said, taking note of the reporters pointing toward him and Vaughn.
Vaughn closed his eyes, understanding Therin’s vague phrasing perfectly. “Don’t do this to me, man.”
“That’s why you get paid the big bucks.” Therin clapped Vaughn’s shoulder again and winked before making a hasty exit.
He found Kianti shortly after arriving in the packed foyer. Conversation and questions were thrown at him in a crazed manner, but Therin wasn’t swayed by any of it. Focusing on Kianti, and the way she radiated calm amidst the tempest, allowed him to block the events of the past hour. He committed himself to enjoying a stolen moment with the woman he loved.
The lobby of the downtown hotel that housed Therin’s penthouse apartment was pretty quiet for the hour. Of course, that had a lot to do with the fact that many who resided in the building were either guests at his event or tourists visiting Vancouver and probably out enjoying the night life of the city.
“Fritz.” Therin’s greeting to the clerk was soft when he and Kianti approached the gleaming gray marble front desk. He kept her close while signing in and collecting his mail.
Kianti couldn’t help but wonder about his mood. He seemed cool enough, but she knew he had to be hurting. It had to be quite a blow to discover someone you admire may not be worthy of that admiration. She didn’t believe he’d want to discuss it further that evening, so she remained silent and decided to take her cues from him.
Therin’s “cues” weren’t difficult to follow. He didn’t bother with turning up the lights in the apartment. He tossed his keys to the message desk, pulled Kianti closer and treated her to a deep kiss.
She melted the second his tongue swirled about her own and teased it into an erotic play. She was happy to let him take the lead, which he did with great zeal. There in the foyer, he took her out of her dress while simultaneously doffing his own things. Their clothing was left in a pool on the floor when he carried her to his bedroom.
An added intensity flavored their time together that night. Kianti recognized it as frustration—no doubt over the fiasco that evening. Therin gave as much as he took and what he took was extensive. Low, hungry sounds vibrated from his throat and chest while his mouth traveled freely across her body. When she tried to touch him, he laced his fingers between hers and kept her a prisoner beneath him on the bed that was becoming increasingly tangled. There was a savage urgency in the way he feasted on her nipples. He left them rigid and glistening wet from his attention for only a brief time while he dropped wet kisses to the undersides of her breasts.
Kianti strained against his hold as his mouth worked relentlessly against her. She sobbed into the coverings when he turned her to her stomach and resumed his ravenous feasting upon her back and shoulders.
She thought she’d lose her mind when he nibbled at her hipbone while curving a hand around her waist and thrusting his fingers inside her quivering body. She eased her legs apart to offer him more room to play with her and her hips bucked softly against his mouth until he bit down gently to urge her still.
Kianti had no complaints about the way he handled her, especially when his nibbles at her hip traveled lower around the curve of her derriere and the valley between. She orgasmed as his thumb worked her clit in the midst of his tongue treating her bottom to the most intimate exploration.
Still, Therin would allow her no real control during the moment. When he applied protection and took her from behind, she silently prayed that he wouldn’t tone down the heat of their encounter. Her sobs into the covers gained volume as another wave of satisfaction claimed her. She was seconds away from climax, when he turned the tables and tugged her over him.
