His Irresistible Darling (26 page)

“What about this one?” Jumal suggested, pointing to the screen.

“Hmm, yeah, that could work.”

“And what if we turned that way?” They both tilted their necks to the side and paused briefly before slowly straightening, pursing their lips.

“Hmmm,” they said together.

“Interesting,” Pip commented slowly.

“Very interesting,” Jumal agreed closing the laptop.

“You grab the condoms and I’ll grab the chocolate.”

Pip giggled as Jumal all but threw the laptop on the other chair and helped her up with his good hand. To any interested eavesdropper, they could just have easily been picking out curtains at Laura Ashley dot com rather than looking at the Kama Sutra for positions that they might actually have a hope in hell of achieving—what with her head injury prohibiting her being on the bottom and the plethora of his bodily grievances, which put the kibosh on his being on top! But when he’d sulked like a stroppy teenager at the threat of abstinence, Pip had assured him that where there was a will, there had to be a way…and she was very, very willing!

***

Jumal’s eyes nearly popped out of his head as he dropped his shirt to the floor. “Is that…?”

“Hmm-hm,” Pip confirmed, nodding, with a suggestive smile appearing slowly on her lips, her hands resting provocatively on her hips. “It arrived whilst I was in hospital. I thought you’d like to see what you ordered. I really like the purple. Excellent choice.”

“Holy nippleage, Batman,” he mumbled, raking his left hand through his hair and dropping it to his chest. “You’re killing me, Pippa.”

Her sex-kitten act could have been ruined as she went to lean back against the bathroom door she’d just exited, clearly thinking it had closed fully behind her. She stumbled back through it and Jumal’s heart nearly jumped from his chest as he lurched forward hopelessly. Thankfully she managed to right herself and pushed her glasses back up the bridge of her nose and fluffed her hair back over her shoulders. “Er, just pretend you didn’t just see that,” she suggested sheepishly, waving backwards over her shoulder as she made sure the door was properly closed.

He grinned broadly at her antics as he stalked towards her. “You are still and will
always
be the sexist woman I have ever laid eyes on.” His voice was now husky.

She flushed brightly and his eyes were automatically drawn to her rising and falling chest as she took a deep breath.

His body invaded her space, their thighs pressing together. He could feel her pebbled nipples against his now bare chest. As he towered at least an extra foot over her head she was forced to crane her neck to look up into his eyes. If she’d let him, he’d carry her around with him all day, every day. His very own Pocket Pippa.

Her huge blue eyes seemed so innocent, but there was another side to Pippa that he’d had the pleasure to know and to… He mentally shook his head to clear the thought that was about to pop into his head.

He tilted her head up and slowly lowered his lips to hers. “So beautiful,” he murmured against her lips. His body recognised hers now, knew what made her moan, laugh and throw her head back in unashamed pleasure. His favourite part of kissing her was when she made the move to deepen their kiss. He relished teasing her, pulling back and softening the kiss, knowing very well she wanted more, wanted it deeper…

Eventually she’d lose patience with him and moan as if annoyed at her own wanton desire, locking her hands behind his neck to pull him down towards her. That throaty moan never failed to make him instantly rock hard. It was vocal Viagra.

She was getting close. Her breathy, eager sounds were getting louder as he dragged his lips from hers and trailed them down the side of her throat and along her clavicle. He slid his good arm around under her shoulder blades and pulled her body in tighter. He heard the soft
thump
as her head fell back against the bathroom door and her resulting complaint of “ouch” and grinned against her heated skin… Time for a change.

His hands moved to press against her hips and gently urged her to turn around to face the door. She eagerly complied as he gathered her hair over one shoulder. He licked his lips in appreciation of the exotic pale curves of her shoulders, spine, waist and bottom, set off magnificently by the newly purchased lingerie. He whimpered as he caught sight of the black and purple lace string, which disappeared between her perfectly pert cheeks. Damn he was good at picking lingerie.

He nudged the straps of her bra to fall around her biceps and began to worship her shoulders with his lips. Her body shivered excitedly in response. “You like that,” he whispered against her skin and took her responsive moan as affirmation.

“I had, erm, I had a naughty dream about you—”

“Hmm, go on,” he encouraged between his kisses, which traced the path of his wandering fingertips.

“It was after that night we spent in the lift.”

“And what did we do?” he pressed, kissing her shoulder blades. “Tell me. Everything”

He dropped to his knees and heard her gasp with surprise. He traced his fingers down her delicate spine. She was magnificent, he decided as he took a moment to admire the extreme contrast between his rougher, darker, tanned skin and her flawless porcelain perfection. He ignored the possibility that the imagery was a reflection of them as a couple—opposites.

“Erm, well, you—” she paused.

“Yes.”

“You, pressed me up against my front door and pushed your body up against my back.”

“We were outside?” He was staggered.

“Erm yes,” she confirmed, her voice croaking.

“Interesting. Carry on.” His fingers now traced along the top lace of her thong.

“Er, then your hands pinned my hips between the door and your body.” He heard her swallow.

He tightened his hands against her hips, which were still pressed against the door. “Like this or harder?”

“No,” she said, her breath catching. “Just like that.”

“And did I say anything whilst I had you pressed up against the door and my body?” he pushed, now kissing along the lace of her panties which outlined the top of her bottom.

“Ha, wow, erm, yes, you said something about needing me.”

“I
do
need you Pippa,” he confirmed. “I would have said that if I’d thought for even one second that you wanted me that night. Do you know what it does to me to know that you wanted me just as badly as I wanted you? You drove me crazy in that lift. I was always just a heartbeat from grabbing hold of you and acting out the whole sex-in-a-lift fantasy every male has from puberty.”

“Your voice against my ear made me so wet,” she admitted huskily and he nearly came right there in his jeans. “And you kissed my neck and, erm, then you focused on my shoulders.”

He rubbed his face over her bottom cheeks as he held her hips and she cried out at the feel of slight beard on her sensitive skin.

“Oh. Jeez, Jumal.” She held her hands up on the door, either side of her head.

“Then what did I do?”

“You, er—” she let out a sharp breath from her mouth, no doubt blowing her fringe from her eyes “—you moved your hands to the insides of my thighs and used your foot to push my legs apart.” She dropped her forehead against the wood as he moved his hands from her hips and around the front of her thighs and nudged them apart.

“Like that?” he asked, as he moved his chin against her other bottom cheek.

“Y-yes. Like that, and I could feel—you, against my lower back.”

“You could
feel me
?”

“Hmmm and you moaned back at me.”

He quickly rearranged his painful erection, barely contained behind his jeans. “Believe me, baby, I’m right there now and I think I know exactly what I’d do next.”

Before she could respond he ran his fingertips up the insides of her thighs and tantalisingly over the dampness of the lace.

“Yes, oh yes.” While she was making keening sounds he pulled the lace to one side and slipped in a finger. Pip was no longer lucid as he continued to tease her mercilessly.

“Did you come, Pippa? In your dream, did you come for me?”

He needed her to say it out loud, to admit that he had made her come while she slept in her bed.

She whimpered against his damp hand. “I wanted to, so much, b-but my alarm went off.”

He gripped her bottom with his weaker right hand as his left continued to work her, increasing the pressure on her sensitive nub with the heel of his hand.

“You’re going to come tonight, Pippa. On my hand. Come now.”

Chapter Twelve

Pippa collapsed forward against the door, as the little sparks continued to throb throughout her lower body. Her inner muscles contracted and released over and over.

She felt like melting to the floor in a puddle and for some reason the image in her head was melting chocolate against Jumal’s abdominals. It would melt into all the delicious dips and curves…and it would be a shame to waste it…

Her body shivered with delight as Jumal rose up and pressed those firm abdominals against her back, kissed at her neck and over the shell of her ear. His ministrations set off another wave of delight in her lower body before she felt his need press readily against her lower back.

She managed to co-ordinate her body to turn to face Jumal. She was surprised by the flush to his cheeks and the raw need evident in his wild, dark eyes and the set of his jaw. He swallowed hard as she brushed her hand over his pecs and across his sensitive nipples. A quick rush of air left his lungs and she watched his abdominals contract.

“Shall I show you what would’ve happened if I hadn’t woken up?”

Words seemed to fail him as he simply nodded.

***

“I need to confess something,” Jumal whispered into her ear as they lay, legs entwined, in bed, their bodies slowly recovering.

“Hmm,” she mumbled against his chest, her fingers teasing over his nipples.

“I keep thinking about you changing that tyre for us in the desert.” She lifted her head at his statement. “Major turn-on, Miss Darling,” he admitted, sheepishly. “I think we should get you some mechanic gear—maybe you could wear your new lingerie under a pair of those work overalls…and
nothing
else,” he said suggestively, wiggling his brows before continuing. “Sexiest thing ever, you changing that tyre.”

She returned to her exploration of his chest. “I think we can accommodate your weird fetish, Mr A,” she promised, kissing his chest. He waited with anticipation for her to make her way to his nipples. She knew just how sensitive they were.

“If we’re confessing things then I have one too.”

“Oh yeah.” He raised his head to meet her eyes. “You got a fantasy you want to share too?” he asked eagerly.

“No. But I have had a crush on you since I was a young girl.”

“What?!” he gasped, shocked, and shuffled his body up with his arms, wincing at the resonating pain in his chest.

She shrugged her shoulders and continued with her kisses. “That time you came home with Matt, when I was about twelve or so, you remember, the braces and wild hair? Well ever since then.”

His brows were drawn tightly. “I had no idea.”

“Why would you? You were my hero. If I could have gotten a picture of you I would have kept it under my bed and kissed it every night before I went to sleep. Broke my heart when you left.”

There was silence between them for a moment.

“I expect it was just a passing phase or something. You were just about to become a teenager and I’d have been, what, twenty-five or so?”

“Yeah, probably. So do crushes usually last nine years? You broke my heart when I found out that you’d gotten engaged,” she told him, before taking his nipple into her mouth.

***

Another week passed by in a blur of busy days and early evenings at work and late, erotic nights with Jumal. She was desperately trying to tidy up things at work for Jumal before she left; the man was also mysteriously absent from the office yet again, having regular meetings with Daniel Vincini that despite her best efforts to pry, he refused to discuss. The police had called her to confirm that Faridah Omar had admitted to the mugging and stealing her bag and would be sentenced by the courts. There wasn’t enough evidence to charge her with the drugging at her party or the damage to her car, but Pippa couldn’t bring herself to care about it, although the gate guard at her apartment complex could no longer look her in the eye and she concluded that Faridah had somehow used her charms to convince him to let her drive in. Jumal, on the other hand, was still raging about it and beating himself up with the guilt.

“So, things going well with you and Jumal?” Melina teased over a lunchtime coffee.

She blushed wildly at the memories of their passionate evenings. Jumal was slowly getting his strength back in his shoulder and the bruising was almost gone on his chest. Her stitches had dissolved and she was just left with a discernible bump.

“Ha, I’ll take that as a ‘
hell yeah’
.” Her friend laughed as she sipped her mocha. “So will you carry on your, erm, relationship after you go home?”

Pippa took in a deep breath. She’d been in denial over her return home during the last week. Yes, she’d booked her flight but that was it—no packing of any sort.

“No,” she said coolly. “It wouldn’t work and anyway, he hasn’t said he wants anything more.” She shrugged her shoulders. “We both knew it was just a bit of fun. Nothing more.” She sipped her latte and licked the foam from her top lip before taking a bite from her brownie.

“And what about
you
?” Pip lifted a brow at her over her cup. “Would
you
want more if he offered it, or would you still be running away?” Melina accused.

Pip jerked her head up. “You think I’m running away?” At her friend’s shrug Pip continued, “I don’t know. It’s just different out here, you know? We both knew it was a limited-time-only offer. There are just too many complications with our families. I don’t know if Matt would ever accept me having a relationship with Jumal—with him being so much older—and don’t even get me started on his parents, well actually just his father.” She let out a short humourless laugh and ran her fingers through her hair and gingerly felt the bump again. “Too much against it and Jumal would never leave Dubain. He has too many responsibilities and anyway—” she paused to take another sip of her drink “—he doesn’t want me to stay. Hasn’t asked. So it’s a non-issue.”