She'd barely registered that when his mouth closed over the nipple he'd been pinching and his hand slid between her legs again. The double assault sent excitement and need rushing through her in a shockingly stark one-two punch. Carolyn cried out and nearly reared up off his lap, but the hand at her hip held her in place as the fingers of his other hand slid over her slick flesh, and then pushed up into her.
"I need you. Now," Christian growled, letting her nipple slip from his mouth.
"Yes," Carolyn gasped, riding his hand. He released her hip and she felt that hand brush against her inner thigh as he undid his jeans, freeing himself, and then his hands moved to clasp her hips, urging her down and pushed into her, hot and hard.
Carolyn clutched his shoulders, and met his gaze, eyes widening as he filled her. He just seemed so much hotter, harder... and well, there just seemed like so much more of him than in her dreams. Or her other dreams if this was one, she thought faintly as her body expanded to close around him like a tight glove. Robert had definitely had a teeny-weeny, she thought on a gasp as Christian filled her to the hilt. She could swear she could feel him pressing against her womb. He was pressing against something anyway, she thought faintly and then blinked open eyes she hadn't realized she'd closed when he slid a hand down to touch her even as his mouth found her breast once more.
Groaning, Carolyn wrapped her arms around his head and began to move, using her thighs to raise and lower herself. The movement combined with everything else started an overwhelming chain of waves inside her and she groaned and instinctively began to move more quickly as those waves of pleasure built to unbearable levels, mounting one on top of the other and crashing through her head until she thought she would drown in the pleasure. She couldn't hear the music anymore. Her ears were full of a roaring. Her vision was blurring to pinpricks of light. And then the roaring became a thundering and the pinpricks exploded and Carolyn screamed out, barely hearing Christian's roar as what they'd been running toward found them and pulled her under.
Christian opened his eyes with a start to find Gia peering down at him from behind the couch.
"You really should have taken her to the bedroom," she said gently. "She'll be very upset if she knows the boys saw her like this."
Christian glanced sharply down at Carolyn. She still straddled his hips, her chest pressed to his, he saw with relief. At least nothing was showing. Raising his head again, he glanced around. "Where are they?"
"I sent them to the kitchen until it's clear," Gia said solemnly.
"Thanks," Christian said gratefully.
Gia shrugged. "I like her. She and I are going to be good friends."
Christian smiled faintly and simply said, "I hope so."
"Oh, we will," she assured him. "So long as you don't muck this up."
Christian frowned.
"How did you handle the shared pleasure part of it?"
Gia asked, her gaze slipping to Carolyn.
He glanced down at her as well before admitting, "I forgot all about that at first."
"You didn't let her touch you?" Gia asked, worry crowding her face when he nodded.
"But I distracted her right after. I don't think she'll remember."
"Let's hope not, but don't let her touch you again. It could raise questions you can't afford to answer right now."
Christian scowled. "Well, I'm trying not to, but it's kind of hard without tying her down."
"So tie her down," Gia said at once and grinned at his expression. "Like that idea, do you?" Chuckling, she moved away toward the stairs, saying, "I have some lovely silk scarves that will be perfect. I'll get them."
Christian peered after her as she started upstairs, and then turned his gaze back to Carolyn as she murmured sleepily and shifted against him. The small sound made his heart ache for some reason and he merely stared at her for a moment, wondering how she'd slipped into his heart so easily and quickly. It wasn't the sex, which he acknowledged had been a hundred times more powerful than the dream sex they'd shared. That had been... well, mind blowing frankly. It had certainly fried his circuits and knocked him out better than a good bash to the back of the head. But that wasn't how she'd slipped under his skin. It had happened before the sex. It was why panic had been clawing at his throat all day. His father was right, he'd been frustrated and panic stricken. Now he was just panic stricken. He could still lose her.
Christian carefully shifted Carolyn in his arms and stood up, grateful when his pants didn't immediately drop around his ankles. Lowering her to rest against the waist of his jeans to ensure that they didn't drop at an inopportune moment, he headed for the stairs, meeting Gia at the top. She set a bevy of colorful scarves on Carolyn's chest and then moved past, murmuring, "Have fun."
Carolyn didn't stir again until he'd reached his room and set her on the bed. She stirred sleepily the moment he released her, shifting restlessly onto her side, her hand reaching out as if searching for him.
Christian smiled and moved back to close the door, then stripped off his jeans as he returned to the bed, his eyes moving hungrily over Carolyn in her rumpled leather dress. She was on her side, the leather cups still below her br**sts from when he'd peeled them back, leaving the colorful array of silk scarves the only cover on her upper body. Her skirt was now up around her h*ps from their joining downstairs, baring her to his pleasure.
His gaze slid to the scarves, and he decided he wouldn't tie her up while she was asleep. He didn't want her to wake up and find herself staked out on the bed and freak. But he would once she was awake if she didn't protest. The idea made him smile. Christian was erect before he even crawled onto the bed and began to draw the scarves off.
Chapter Sixteen
Carolyn stirred from sleep with a deep moan, her body already arching to press her back into something warm, lifting her br**sts into something else warm as passion roused her. Gasping as pleasure swept from her breast and out to every part of her body, she opened her eyes and peered down at the hand toying with her nipple.
"Christian?" she said uncertainly.