For two months.
And he gloried in that thought.
He pulled her hair away from her neck and kissed her between her shoulder blades.
Then he lifted his lips to her ear. “You’re doing very well.”
She didn’t hesitate in her response.
“Thanks.” Her voice betrayed she meant none of the gratitude that word meant. “Just what every girl wants to hear.”
That feeling of unease spread precariously close to his cold heart.
“Sibyl,” he called.
She didn’t turn to him and sighed before asking, “Can’t we just go to sleep?”
“No,” he answered honestly. Sibyl Godwin, Colin had long since decided, would not get very much rest that night.
Nor, likely, for the next two months.
She rolled, dislodging his hand and lay on her side, up on her elbow. He settled on his elbow facing her while she pulled the covers over her br**sts. He noticed her eyes were no longer sherry, they were back to emerald. The effect of the colour change was extraordinary.
“Well, of course, you have to get your money’s worth,” she snapped tartly after she caught his eyes.
“I’ve already had it,” he replied truthfully.
At his remark, her eyes rounded and he watched in fascination as she pulled her lips between her teeth for a moment as if literally biting back words she wanted desperately to say.
And her eyes melted back to sherry.
That’s when he knew he could kiss her.
Much later, when he lifted his head and she followed it with hers to keep in contact with his mouth, he finished what he meant to say.
Smoothly, in one fluid movement, he slid inside her magnificent, tight wetness and, while he did, she exposed her throat to him as she arched her back and neck in an open demonstration of the pleasure she felt at allowing him inside.
Her legs lifted up, her knees at his sides so high they were nearly tucked into the pits of his arms, and her thighs tightened against him. This action drew him exquisitely deeper into her.
“Sibyl,” he called her name as he settled inside her, not moving and practically gritting his teeth with the effort, she was so splendid.
Her head righted, hair wildly tumbled on the pillows framing her passion-filled face.
“Colin,” she whispered, his name from her lips, said in that husky tone of sex, caused his body to twitch involuntarily.
He fought back his response and warned, “I may have had my money’s worth but you still owe me two months and I’m going to have them.”
Her eyes rounded again but her h*ps moved, inviting the movement of his.
“Sibyl –” he started but her hands were urgent on his waist, her nails digging into him.
“Yes, Colin, yes,” she breathed, impatient. “Two months. Now, will you just please move?”
Colin grinned.
Then he did as Sibyl asked.
Chapter Nine