Reckless Assignation (2 page)

Chapter Two

Rick drew away from his seductive tormenting and looked up
into eyes that had gone soft and drowsy, matching the breathless whisper of
Cinthya’s voice. He saw the change in her, the tantalizing intrigue she was
feeling, and he smiled indolently. He caught her soft lips with his and was
rewarded with the eager thrust of Cinthya’s tongue plunging into his mouth.
After long minutes, he eased back and watched as her chest heaved. The steady
rising and falling motion spilled her lush breasts farther out of the bra,
inviting him to slip the clasp and let the garment fall away from her.

Cinthya had barely recovered her breath when Rick leaned
into her again, his lips finding the sensitive curve of her neck. He could feel
the tension building in her shoulders as his tongue traced the hard ridge of
her collarbone, then stopped to play over the curve of her throat when she
tilted her head back in silent request.

Her hands knotted into fists as she strained against the
restriction, betraying her desire to touch him. She arched closer, encouraging
his caresses as her entire body flushed with familiar passion, shuddering when
his large, gentle hands dropped to her hips and eased her toward him. She slid
forward as much as her position would allow, her breath fluttering in what he
recognized as anticipation of his touch.

Rick stared into her face, enjoying the softness that always
came into her smooth features when they made love. The faint blush of longing
that colored her pale skin was evident even in the shadowy candlelight. She
shivered, her body caught up in the tide of desire. He settled back on his
heels and waited for her huge blue eyes to focus on him.

“You seem a little breathless, sweetheart.”

She tried to glare at him, but the expression was more like
a plea than a wordless retort. Her body shook from the excitement that clearly
coursed through her.

“Untie me?” she implored.

Rick considered the request. He could feel responsive
ripples of passion in his own body but he was far from ready to allow her to
see it. Still, after a reflective silence, he nodded. Going down on his knees
in front of her, he tugged at the scarves he’d used to tie her ankles.

She surprised him when she hooked a leg around his waist and
pulled him forward. He complied with the demand, a soft chuckle escaping before
he captured her eager mouth another time. He let his hands slide down her sides
then traced the denim waistband of her skirt to the front and gave the snap a
tug. The zipper slid down and her hips moved toward his hand.

“Getting a bit anxious, Cindi?” he teased, his tongue moving
to trace the curve of her ear.

“Rick, please.”

The tremor in her voice become more pronounced as Rick’s
lips brushed soft kisses over her face.

“Relax,” he murmured, sliding his hands into the waist of
her skirt. He moved her hips forward so she was hardly touching the chair, then
eased the denim off, hooking his fingers into her underwear and taking them
too.

The shock of the cool chair against her bare skin sent
another shiver through Cinthya. But before she could recover completely, Rick
had most of her clothes off and was halfway through tying her ankles back to
the legs of the chair, this time to the back legs, leaving her thighs spread
wide.

Her heartbeat doubled when his fingers began a slow, barely
perceptible pattern of caressing her legs, starting at the back of her ankles
and gradually moving upward. The room actually did a crazy spin when Rick bent
his head and started following the path of his roaming hands with his lips.

Cinthya squirmed with renewed urgency as she tried to free
herself from the surprisingly strong bonds. Rick’s tongue barely touched the
wet folds between her legs, but the featherlike contact created a spasm of
reaction in her. She shuddered and gasped, the sound becoming a tiny moan when
he repeated the gesture with a slow, lingering sensuality. Then he leaned back
to look up into her eyes.

“Why…?” She wasn’t even sure what it was she wanted to ask
as the words got caught in another trembling twitch. His fingers were smoothing
gentle touches on the inner skin of her thighs.

“Because I love you, Cindi,” he answered around a huge
smile, supplying his own meaning to the gasped query.

She looked down to watch his hand brushing over the
dark-gold thatch of hair between her thighs and tried to thrust into the
contact. Frustration played through her when he refused to accommodate her.

“Rick? Do you think maybe you could love me a little
faster?” The words were expelled like a choked breath of air and her face
warmed with the heat of her embarrassment as well as her passion.

“How fast are you thinking, sweetheart?” His grin was on the
verge of dissolving into laughter.

His finger finally delving into her wet heat effectively cut
off any attempt at an answer, her hips again shifting into his touch. He probed
deeper into her and started a slow, gentle rhythm, his own breath becoming audibly
strained when her head fell back and her lips parted with a breathy sigh.

Rick stilled the motion of his hand after several minutes of
slow, steady stroking, waiting for her dazed eyes to find his in the growing
shadows of the ancient hotel room. In the soft glow of light from the lamp,
Cindi’s hair shone like burnished gold. Blue eyes found his and she stared at
him, shaking uncontrollably, her expressive features filled with longing.

Rick pulled her to the edge of the chair, kissed her lips
then lowered his head until he was able to push his tongue into the warmth that
had been occupied moments before by his finger. He heard the catch in her
already too-fast breathing as he let his tongue glide over the swollen folds
then probe into her again. The erotic torture evoked a desperate moan from her.
For a couple of minutes he allowed a tentative rhythm to build, then slowly
eased away from her again.

“R-R-Rick…” Cinthya’s objection to the withdrawal was lost
as another shudder shook her entire body.

He sat back on his heels and watched the agitation and
frustration filter through to her stare as she made eye contact with him again.
He smiled and rose to his feet, feeling a noticeable weakness in his own legs
as his gaze swept over the aroused and very excited form of his lover.

“You wouldn’t mind if I fixed a drink, would you, Cindi?”

Her mouth opened but nothing came out except a gasp of air.
The look of pure astonishment was priceless, and he was certain he’d never
forget it. Taking the lack of verbal objection as an affirmative, Rick moved to
one of the old dressers and opened the bottle of whiskey he’d placed there. He
poured a generous drink, using the time to get his body back under control,
then he went back to the edge of the bed. He sat and cast an inquiring gaze at
her.

“Can I get you anything, honey?”

Cinthya groaned and glared at him. She tried again to pull
out of the restraints that bound her, but once more she was forced to settle
back and wait for him to make the next move. He took a long, appreciative
swallow of his whiskey, then got to his feet and strolled toward her. He bent
down to kiss her parted lips, letting his tongue linger on her lush bottom one
before slipping into her mouth.

She sucked his tongue deeper, and he knew she was tasting
the hint of whiskey on his lips. She’d told him she loved the taste when it was
in his kiss, but not in a glass. Rick held her head cupped in one palm as the
breath-stealing caress stretched over several minutes.

He withdrew slowly, his gaze still locked with hers. He
raised the glass to his lips again and took another drink, his mood thoughtful.
Stroking her soft golden hair, he bent close to her ear, his voice barely above
a whisper, and said, “Y’know, darling, you’re really lucky I planned this so
well. You could have walked into something terrible here and gotten yourself
into trouble. You didn’t even have a weapon of any kind in case things did get
out of hand. Did you?”

“All things considered, Rick, where do you think I might
have hidden it?” She looked down at herself then back up into his dark eyes.

“Maybe I’ll have to do a more thorough search?”

She wasn’t listening much to the actual words. Rick’s soft,
throaty voice was affecting her like a caress, and she closed her eyes as she
turned her head toward his.

He met her mouth, then when she arched her neck, his lips
traveled to the curve.

“Let me loose, Rick?” she breathed, her words choked and
thick with emotion. “I can’t stand much more of this.”

He stepped back and finished off the last of his drink. Once
he’d deposited the empty glass on the dresser and returned to her, he dropped
to his knees again. His smile was still gentle but there was an impish tilt.
His fingers skimmed over her knees then whispered up her thighs.

Her head fell back and her breath became a choked gasp when
his touch drifted once more into the silky hair at her apex, then dipped lower
again to burrow into her wetness. The slick sound of his fingers moving in and
out of her only heightened Cinthya’s desire, and she grew even wetter. He
continued to caress her, but still wouldn’t allow her to climax.

Rick saw the sheen of sweat that filmed Cindi’s curvaceous
body. The faint candlelight gave her firm, contoured muscles a shimmering glow.
He let his gaze wander over her and felt his breath catch in his throat as he
saw her struggle to breathe past her desperate passion. He decided he’d
deprived himself of her taste long enough. He withdrew his hand and lowered his
head to the weeping heat between her legs. Her hips moved closer as he began
the rhythm that would give her the release she wanted so badly.

Her back arched as he sucked long and hard on her throbbing
clitoris. Rick felt her tense as the rush of her release crested within her. A
moment later, her delayed orgasm shuddered through her with a violence that
left her panting, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she fought to breathe
through the exquisite torture.

He rested his head on her thigh, trying to calm his own
breathing. Then, dropping his hands to her ankles, he untied the silk scarves
that bound her. He placed a light kiss on her quivering mouth, then reached
around and gave the bonds on her wrists a tug that freed them.

She slipped her arms around him instantly and buried her
head against his shoulder. Rick eased the blonde head back and kissed the
corner of each closed eye, the damp salty taste warm on his lips.

“You okay, honey?” He pulled back enough to see the glitter
of tears in her dazed blue eyes and felt a twinge of guilt at his prolonged
torment. “C’mon, Cindi.” He stood and held out his hand.

Cinthya looked up at him, her chest still heaving from the
passionate tortures Rick had just inflicted on her. She ignored his
outstretched hand and got to her feet. Her knees gave out and she fell into his
arms. Rick laughed softly as she nestled into his neck and he picked her up and
headed back into the darkened corridor.

“Where are we going?” The words were a rasping whisper as
she snuggled closer into his shoulder.

“Room 313. You have an appointment to keep, remember?” he
teased, his voice a little rougher than usual.

Rick gave the door a light kick and carried her into the
room, then headed for the bed. He placed her on the soft mattress and stood
back to read her reaction to the surroundings.

Cinthya stared up at the canopy above them, her eyes
widening at the wispy film of artificial cobwebbing that stretched from one end
of the huge bed to the other. She could see spiders and bats trapped in the
cottony blanket. She grinned at Rick, then let her gaze continue to wander, her
eyes growing larger with each discovery. The room was alive with candles—long,
graceful tapers of orange and black. She laughed when she saw snowy white
ghosts with glow-in-the-dark eyes suspended throughout the room.

A huge jack-o’-lantern leered at her from the top of a
dresser, and bats with ruby eyes peered at her from the corners. She brushed a
hand over the cool surface of the bed—silk sheets, rich, blood-red against the
heavy black velvet of the coverlet. The draperies surrounding the monstrous
four-poster were of the same luxurious velvet, again in midnight black.

She sat in the center of the bed and laughed in sheer
delight. On the bedside table was a large crystal and silver bucket held
between two hands. Nestled inside the ice-laden container was a bottle of
champagne. Black-stemmed flutes stood next to the ornate bucket.

“When did you do all this?” Cinthya asked, lifting the
bedding so she could snuggle between the silk sheets. She shivered and let out
a sigh of pleasure at the cool touch of the material on her bare skin.

“The past couple of days,” Rick said with a grin.

He began peeling off his clothes slowly as she watched his
every movement with eager eyes. She knew he read her appreciation in her gaze,
and there was a distinct gleam of anticipation in his responding smile when he
approached her.

“I like your idea of Halloween parties,” she murmured,
sliding over to the edge of the bed. Rick was standing beside her, working on
the champagne cork, and she reached out to caress his semierect cock.

The gasp her touch evoked pleased her and she closed her
fingers around the responsive shaft, feeling it become rigid and ready in her
hand.

Rick set the bottle of sparkling wine back into the ice and
turned to the bed. He raked his fingers through her hair as she stroked him
gently. His knees trembled when she leaned forward and guided the straining
shaft into her mouth.

“Cinthya?”

She released him and let her tongue tease over Rick’s balls,
flicking lightly when his breath became quick and shaky. His hands tangled in
her hair as her mouth slid over him again. She shifted into a more comfortable
position on the edge of the bed, closed her eyes and glided her tongue over
Rick’s erection, each stroking caress getting another shiver of response from
him. His hold on her tightened and she felt the careful thrust of his hips. She
complied with the request and drew him deeper into her mouth, slowly increasing
the pressure of her sucking.