Her voice was close to panic. "He will kill us. I am his mistress, Robart, not just his enforcer."
Bobby’s eyes widened, and then closed. His breath and heart both stilled for a moment. He hadn’t known. He put his lips to her neck . . . one last time before he let her go.
But the taste made desire tighten his body. He slowly unwound one arm from hers and placed it close to her mouth.
"Tell me you can taste me and then ignore this feeling, Asri." He slid his sweated skin across her lips. It was as though an electric shock ran through her when she flicked her tongue from her mouth. Her heart jumped and pounded like a caged animal.
"It’s like nothing I’ve ever . . . I . . . I can’t . . . think, Robart."
"Nor can I. Right now, all I can do is feel." His voice lowered even further, to a hiss that raised the hair on her neck. "Some things are worth dying for, Asri." He put his lips to her throat, and then bit the skin lightly. She gasped and then whimpered. With a sudden movement that surprised him, she pushed backward quickly and he slipped inside her.
Their combined moan filled the room. Time stopped as they moved together. I could feel every violent thrust, hear her cries as he wrapped himself around her. She raised his weight until she was on her knees and then met every one of his movements until they became one body, one mind, one immense sensation.
Her cries as she climaxed hit him in the chest. I recognized the sensation, but it was new to him. He had hoped to hold out, to savor this experience, but his body wouldn’t cooperate. When she went over, so did he. He thrust hard once, filling her, but it started another orgasm in her. His mind spun in a haze of pleasure as they climaxed together over and over, and the scent of the deepest jungle filled the air.
The memory, because that’s what it had to be, fast forwarded to the bedroom. Bobby was miserable, waiting on the chair while Asri showered. She was terrified, angry with herself, and they were now late to pick me up and get to the airport. She was scrubbing with peppermint soap to try to erase the scent of their sex. He could smell it. Bobby knew he should, as well. He knew he must — for a thousand reasons, none of which made much sense to him at the moment.
He heard the water turn off and movement as she stepped out of the shower and shut the curtain. He steeled himself and walked in the bathroom to take his turn with the peppermint soap. Asri had just finished combing her hair and she turned suddenly. She didn’t notice him in the doorway. She hit him full in the chest with a grunt. The moment froze as their startled eyes met at the same moment their naked bodies did. Then the sheer power of physical need hit him once more and there was no thought, no words. He only remembered touching her waist with his hands, and then she was in his arms again. Her mouth found his. It was hot and hungry, taking his tongue inside and biting lightly. He lifted her up onto the countertop and was inside her before he could think.