Bartered (The Encounter #1)(31)

She made a dry laugh. “Why should it? I mean, come on, you know you’re sexy and shit.”

“Sexy and shit,” I mused at her choice of words.

“You’re beautiful and shit—” She then bit her lip, as if she didn’t mean for the words to come out, while her cheeks blushed profusely. Her eyes dropped to my lips, concentrating on them.

“Take a chance,” I said huskily, hoping she’d follow her urges. “Touch me. Kiss me.” I moved closer, just enough to feel the slightest touch of her nipples against my chest. The contact made me delirious. “I dare you.”

Her breathing turned shallow as she moved her lips a hairsbreadth from my own hungry ones. If she kissed me once, she was done. I wouldn’t stop until we both released some of this tension, one way or another.

In a second, my wish came true, ending my beautiful torment. I gave her a minute—one torturous minute of reeling in the animal that had been unleashed by a mere kiss from her—before I took charge.

Since we were close to shore, I lifted her body to wrap it around mine without breaking our lips apart from their fevered kisses. From there, I carried her to where we’d left the bottle, right next to the bucket, before I splayed her on the sand. Hovering above her, I sought eye contact, needing to see her. In her luminous, dilated depths came reassurance that she did trust me.

“Close your eyes and keep them shut, mon amant.” She did as I asked, and for a moment, I let my eyes worship her, savor her. She was ready for whatever I had planned for her, however I had made a promise, and as much as it pained me to harness my hunger, I had to pass this test to fully earn her trust.

Reaching inside the wine cooler, I captured a cube before I softly brushed it against her aroused nipple. The sheer, cooling contact made her gasp.

“Do you like ice, Isobel?” I croaked out, feeling helpless when my cock became too painful to bear. Still, I kept on with the sweet torment. The ice was melting, therefore I let the drip trickle on her stomach as she started to shift and moan.

Her legs were parted, and I couldn’t help myself from reaching to touch her there. Pushing her thong aside, I slightly rubbed her with my thumb. “May I taste you, mon amant?”

She was breathing erratically as she made a hesitant nod. It was all I needed to bunch up the thong in my hand before wrenching it off her. The sudden move made her gasp, although before she could protest, I inserted the ice cube inside her pu**y, driving her into a little tizzy.

“Savor the sensation, ma belle. Don’t stop until you come in my mouth.”

Parting her legs wider, I situated my head between her legs before softly blowing air along her slit. The ice was melting inside her, and the melted water slowly dripped out of her entrance. Using the tip of my tongue, I flicked it back forth, letting the water soak onto my tongue before I swallowed and tasted her. I let out a grunting sound then let my mouth delve into her folds, relishing every bit of her relentlessly… harshly.

“Hugo—God!” she shrieked before both of her hands grasped the back of my head and used it to gyrate on my mouth, making her scream in pleasure.





Chapter 18


Isobel


“Is this what you do all day; stare into oblivion?” Julee interrupted my shortened reverie.

I wasn’t technically staring into oblivion as she’d spitefully put it. I was merely thinking about what had occurred last night with Hugo.

After I had embarrassingly come for the umpteenth time, I had been too out of it to use any strength to function, let alone walk. Consequently, he had carried me in his arms and brought me to my room where he’d run a bath for both of us and washed me. I had never felt like I was being taken care of that way. It was sweet and something out of the ordinary, especially coming from a man like Hugo. Nevertheless, I had lavished in it, falling in and out of sleep in the nook of his neck and chest. I didn’t even remember getting into bed with him. However, when I had woken up this morning, I’d noticed the indent on the other pillow.

“I’m throwing an event at The Riviera. A task that was done by my sister, Celeste, but after she passed, I carried on the project,” she informed me, even though I couldn’t care less what she was talking about. The woman was purely horrid.

Not getting the clue she was unwanted, she kept on pestering me. “If you’re not doing much else, you could be of help.”

Oh, she was asking for my help when a little less than twenty four hours ago she had accused me of being an ill-mannered gold digger? Seriously. How about not?

“I’ll think about it, Julee. I have a lot going on at the moment,” I responded with a subtle tinge of sarcasm, since it was quite obvious to anyone around here I practically didn’t do much until Hugo bossed me about.

Julee gave me a scathing look, eyeing me up and down as if I was a cockroach she wanted to squash with her heel, before she lifted her snobbish chin and harried away.

Shaking my head, I was about to get up to go to the kitchen in search for some sweets when my phone rang on the table.

“Hello?”

“?a va, ma belle?” (How are you, my beautiful?) His sexy, French voice filtered through the phone, making me feel all sorts of arousal.

Stifling my weird reaction to his raspy bedroom voice, I focused on his question. “I’m doing well. And you? I didn’t realize you’d slept with me last night until this morning.”