Then everything did explode, and I was shuddering and shaking with the force of my orgasm. A heartbeat later he came—an animal roar torn from his throat and echoing through the hush of the room.
For several seconds afterward, neither of us moved. He rested his forehead against mine, his rapid breaths fanning my lips, stirring the embers of barely sated desire. He was still semi-hard inside me, and anticipation of what was yet to come zinged through me. An Aedh’s lovemaking might never live up to the promise of his kisses—mainly because an Aedh’s kiss was designed solely to gain compliance for the act that followed—but it sure as hell blew everyone else I’d ever had out of the water.
"That was not a bad starter," he murmured after a while. He raised his head, his wicked smile creasing the corners of his bright eyes. "You realize, of course, that after not having sex for well over a week, I have an almost unquenchable desire to lose myself in your flesh for the next week or so?"
I touched his cheek then ran my fingers down to his lips. He caught one finger, sucking on it lightly. A tremor ran through me. "I’m afraid I can’t manage a week. I can, however, promise you the next eight hours."
Which would mean I’d have to go straight to work from here—but right then, I wasn’t caring.
"Only eight?" He clicked his tongue as he swung us both around and walked across to the king-sized bed. "That’s hardly enough to take the edge off."
I laughed as he lowered us both to the bed, somehow managing not to break our intimate connection. "Then what about if I also promise to give you as much free time as I can manage over the next week?"
"That," he murmured, as he began to move inside me again, "will just have to do. Now, shall we get down to business?"
"Let’s," I agreed, and we did.
I relaxed against the back of the large bath and lightly played with the bubbles floating around my toes. Lucian walked in and offered me a glass of champagne, then sat down on the edge of the bath and studied me with a smile.
"If you don’t get out of that water soon, you’ll prune up."
If I didn’t get out soon, I’d be horribly late for work. I sighed wistfully and took a sip of bubbly. "I know. I’m just all languid and content. Moving would spoil the moment."
He laughed softly and clinked his glass against mine. "My job has been done, then."
"For a while, at least," I agreed. Which didn’t mean I’d offer too many protests if he decided he wanted another round. Even if it meant I’d be late.
"So how did the book hunting go?" he asked after a moment.