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“An hour? How long was I out?”
“Forty, forty-five minutes. Something like that.”
“Wow.”
He tugged on her nipple again, soothing and inflaming her at the same time. Gently, he untied the belt on her robe, and pushed the collar off her shoulders, exposing her body to his gaze. His hand stroked her thigh and hip beneath the robe, then glided up her rib cage to once again cup her breast, while his head bent, and he pressed a soft kiss to the pulse point in her neck.
She shivered and moaned. Reaching up, she thrust her fingers into his thick blond hair, clutching his head and pressing his mouth against her neck.
Rikard stiffened, just long enough for her to fear she’d done something wrong, before he relaxed and resumed kissing and licking her neck. His hand dropped away from her breast, making her whimper softly in disappointment. He chuckled softly, the sound rolling through her like a wave of pure delight.
“I’m not stopping,” he whispered. “Just moving us to the kitchen, so we’re not unduly interrupted by your friend’s call.”
He slipped his arm beneath her thighs. Then, with a fluid surge of graceful power, he rose with Gayle in his arms. He carried her through the house, into the kitchen, and sat down at the table. Her purse was upended, with the contents strewn across the glass tabletop. She had a brief spike of worry. Was there anything in her purse she’d have preferred him not to see? Although, since her cell phone was sitting on top of the pile, she
doubted he’d looked at anything else.
Then he lowered his head, this time covering her breast with his mouth. His tongue swirled around the tight nipple, then he tugged lightly on it with his teeth. She groaned, already hot and wet for him.
His fingers stroked up her thigh, making soft circles that drove her insane with need. Then he slipped his hand higher, slicking his fingers between her folds.
She moaned, letting her legs fall open, encouraging him to touch her deeper.
“Are you going to fist me again?” she asked breathlessly.
“Would you like that?”
“Oh, yes. Please.”
“Then I will. But you must take your friend’s call when it comes. Even if my hand is all the way inside you, and you’re writhing with pleasure, you must take the call. Can you do that?”
“Yes, Master Rikard.” She’d promise anything to feel him inside her again.
He stroked the circle of her opening with his fingers, probing with first one, then two. “You’re not ready, yet.”
The leg supporting her jiggled, bouncing her up and down, awakening her sensitive ass. Gayle moaned, and felt the change in his touch as his gloved fingers became coated in her fluids. He found her clit with his thumb, and worked her, swirling around the thickening bud, then brushing back and forth across the tip, and finally pressing against it.
She gasped, and his fingers slid inside her.
“Now you’re ready,” he whispered.
Licking and kissing the tender tip of one breast, he built her to a frenzy of need, then scraped his teeth across her nipple. When the wave rippled through her, he slipped a third finger inside her. Shifting position slightly, he turned his attention to her other breast, and repeated the process. This time when the wave broke, he slid a fourth finger through her opening.
He moved on to kiss and lick her neck, sensitizing her pulse points with openmouthed kisses then blowing lightly across the damp skin to make her shiver with need. Each time, his fingers pressed ever so slightly further into her. His fingers were in her up to the second joint, his thumb stroking her opening preparatory to joining them. Then the phone rang.
She didn’t recognize the cheerful chirping at first, focused on the feelings coursing through her body.
“Answer it,” Rikard ordered.
Gayle fumbled for the phone and flipped it open. “Hello?”
“Gayle! Are you okay? Is everything all right?”
“Everything’s fine.” She gasped as Rikard’s thumb joined his fingers, stretching her even further. He wasn’t planning on stopping his assault while she was on the phone.
A rush of wet warmth filled her, at how completely he controlled her body and its response. His hand slipped further inside, almost up to the knuckles, and Gayle moaned with pleasure.
“What’s going on? Are you sure you’re okay?” Carrie demanded. She sounded ready to hop on a plane and check out the situation in person if Gayle didn’t give her the answers she was looking for.
