PIERCE : A Billionaire Romance Book Series (The Complete Van Doren Series) (9 page)

              Dropping to his knees again, he shifts onto all fours and crawls toward Christina.  She looks down at him, startled, but a knot of anxious want dominates her body.  Sinking lower on the chair, she spreads her legs further, anticipating his plans.  Soon she feels Pierce nuzzling his face in against her sex, his strong arms wrapping around her thighs and pulling her closer, burying his handsome features between her legs.   She gasps and writhes as his mouth seeks every sensitive inch of her pussy, and when he sinks his tongue inside her, he moans with obvious ecstatic pleasure.  She moans as well, squirming and immediately letting a taste of sweet honey coat his tongue, his lips, and his chin.  Her hands reach down and sink into his hair, and he murmurs his contentment as she grinds into his face.  His arms tighten around her thighs, and she can feel him nodding and murmuring, encouraging her.  He wants more – and she delivers.  Another shuddering climax claims her.  Her breasts heave, her stomach spasms, and her hands clench into tight fists in his hair, tugging at his scalp.

              For a moment, this man claims Christina’s world once again.  She is nothing but a ball of want, a mess of pleasure.  He is unrelenting in his worship of her body, his mouth obviously gifted in more ways than his sharp tongue and quick wit.  She loses count of how many times she orgasms... they all seem to merge into one uncontrolled crush of desire.  Soon, she can't catch her breath, can't focus...she feels things overwhelming her.  Pierce continues, licking and sucking and teasing.  Christina moans, her face beginning to tingle as her breathing peaks. 

              Finally, when she is almost to the brink of begging for him to stop – he does.  Lifting his head, Pierce smiles up at her past the flushed plane of her stomach.  He releases her thighs and crawls up her torso, claiming her face with both hands and letting his weight press down on her with wonderful, warm, firm presence.  Leaning in, he kisses her once, twice... a third time on her throat. She can feel his cock nudging her thigh, and she wants to welcome him inside... but she's still reeling, still breathless.

              “Shhh...” Pierce murmurs, scooping her up close to him and drawing her up to her feet.  Before she can protest that she's not ready to walk, he slips his arms under her and pulls her up to his chest, carrying her like a child.  She weakly wraps her arms around his neck and rests her head on his shoulder.  She can smell herself on him – heady and sweet – and she can't help but smile to herself at how easily he focused entirely upon her, her pleasure, and her needs.  She still wants to talk, though – she still wants explanations.

              As she feels herself being gently lowered onto the surface of the silken hotel bed, Christina reaches up and gently traces one hand down Pierce's cheek.  His stubble is thick, and she likes how it rasps against her palm.  “We need to talk...” she says, her voice soft, almost weak.

              Pierce smiles, crawling on top of her and bracing his elbows on either side of her head.  Leaning down, he kisses her deeply.  “Kiss now,” he breathes, biting lightly at her lower lip and making her sigh with happiness. “Talk later.”

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              The sun doesn't break across Christina's eyes like it usually does.  It doesn't make her squint and groan and roll over.  The house doesn't smell like Dad's morning coffee, and there's no sound of the shower running to coax her out of her dreams.  No – there's silence.  Smooth, almost silky sheets.  The air is cooler than it should be – almost chilly.  Reaching down to snag the blankets, Christina tugs them up over her shoulders.  She digs her way further under the covers, reaching out for the other pillow to drag up near her face.

              Instead of a pillow, she finds Pierce's shoulder.  Her fingers pull away at first, that's not supposed to be there!  But then she remembers, and the previous evening floods into her consciousness. She's in his hotel suite. She's here because he came to her house and waited for her to call.  Because he came to New York specifically to find her, to talk to her... to let her know he's not the lying asshole she thinks.  Her hand splays against the warm bulk of Pierce's shoulder, then she smiles to herself a bit as she lets that hand slide down over his chest, across the steady thump of his heart.  She feels his chest hair, crinkly and soft beneath her fingertips.  He murmurs softly as she presses her fingertips through the dense softness that grows across his sternum. 

              Christina stretches out under the rich fabric of unreasonably expensive sheets.  She keeps her eyes closed as she focuses on the sensations, the crisp kiss of the bedclothes against her toes, the way her legs ache so exquisitely as her muscles contract and relax.  She lets her arm drape over the still-sleeping man beside her.  Rooting closer to him, she lets her face nuzzle in against his bicep, and she smiles to herself.  Kiss now, talk later, he said.  We still haven't talked, but oh god.  I want more kisses.

              Still moving without sight, she scoots up on the bed so her face is pressed in against Pierce's neck.  He groans sleepily, turning over to reach out and snake an arm over her middle.  His strength is evident as he pulls her towards himself, and she momentarily considers just snuggling in and letting sleep take her again.  He's so warm, he smells like sex, like her.  Sighing, she enjoys the embrace for a few moments, but as sleep tries to claim her again, Christina pulls out of the hug and leans up on one elbow, finally opening her eyes.

              The bedroom is draped in shadows.  She can see slivers of light peering in around the shades that are still drawn closed over the floor-to-ceiling windows.  It's bright outside, but it's dim in here.  She lets her eyes adjust to being awake, then looks over at Pierce's sleeping figure.  He's rolled onto his back again, and he has the covers shoved down to his waist.  The leg opposite her is kicked free of the sheets, and his arm is resting over his naked stomach.  His chest rises and falls with slow, easy respiration, and his expression is one of peaceful repose.  There's a vague smile on his lips – even in sleep he looks just a little bit cocky – and his hair is mussed in a less artistic manner than he usually likes to present.  He's adorable.  Christine takes a few moments to just drink him in at his most vulnerable. 

              “Call room service if you're hungry...” Pierce says suddenly, his eyes remaining closed and his posture not changing one iota. Christina is surprised by his voice, and lets out a little 'eep!'.  His mouth spreads into a lazy grin, and he opens one eye and peeks up at her.  The hand on his stomach lifts to briefly caress her cheek, and then he lets it trail around to the back of her neck, where it rests warm and confident.  “C'mere,” he murmurs, giving her neck a gentle tug that pulls her in for a soft good morning kiss.  Momentarily, Christina worries about morning breath – but Pierce seems absolutely unfazed by such things.  He lets the gentle, affectionate kiss linger for a few moments, and then releases his hold on Christina's neck and sprawls back into the bed, sighing with contentment.

              “You're a shit!”  Christina says, laughing.  “How long have you been awake?”  Rolling over onto her side, she throws her leg over Pierce's body, and then scoots in tight so her naked pelvis is pressed against his hip.  He seems fine with this arrangement, as he simply turns his head on the pillow to greet her face with his own.

              “Just a little while.  You were talking in your sleep.”  He reaches up to trace his fingertips along her bare arm, down from the shoulder to the elbow and back up again.  “Couldn't make out what you were saying, but you seemed irritated.”  He grins, then – his dimple making Christina's stomach flutter a little bit with excitement.  “You kept scrunching your face up like this.”  Wrinkling his nose and squinting his eyes, Pierce looks like someone who just ate a lemon.

              “No way,” Christina says, heat flushing her cheeks as she imagines herself sleep-talking and making faces.  She bites her lip, then abruptly disengages from the morning cuddles and throws the blankets off, turning and sitting up with her legs dangling off the side of the mattress.  “You're picking on me.”

              Pierce's arms immediately wrap around her waist, and she feels his head nudge up alongside her ribcage, then his mouth grazing her skin.  Light kisses give way to nibbles, and she squirms against it, but only halfheartedly.  His breath tickles her side, and his arms are so reassuring and strong where they encircle her midsection.  One hand strays up to idly squeeze her breast.  He is so confidently possessive.  It's at once incredibly arousing, and frustrating.  Christina is conflicted.  She squirms free of him and gets to her feet, turning to look down at him with one hand on her hip.

              “You can't distract me from what you promised anymore, Pierce!”  She exclaims this a bit more forcefully than she intended, but decides to let it stick.  She bites back the impulse to apologize for her outburst, and instead stands her ground, watching him for his reaction.

              Pierce sighs and rolls onto his back again, gazing up at the ceiling for a few seconds before once more leveling his gaze on the lovely, naked blonde standing beside the bed.  It's a challenge to keep himself composed... his cock is morning hard, and made even more so by her fiery insistence that they get down to business.  He knows what kind of business he'd like to get down to, but he also knows Christina won't be so easily deterred, this time.  Besides, it is time for him to finally give her the time she deserves.  He wants to – she's just so fucking tempting.

              “Okay.  Okay.”  Sighing, Pierce sits up and slips out of the big bed on the opposite side.  He drags the sheet with him, drawing it around his waist in an effort to disguise the now raging erection.  Moving around the bed to Christina, he reaches out with his free hand.  “Come on, let's get a quick shower and then we can have brunch.  We'll talk.  I promise.”

              Christina hesitates, but slips her hand into his.  His strong fingers envelop her own, and she can't help but smile a little as he gives her a gentle tug towards the bathroom door.  His grip is firm, but tender.  He looks adorable with the sheet dragging behind him, and she sort of wants to pull it off and pounce on him.  No, bad girl!  Focus! She follows Pierce into the big bathroom, admiring the way his back muscles bulge and flex as he moves.  When he reaches the glass-walled shower, he releases her hand and drops the sheet, keeping his back to her as he steps into the shower and adjusts the faucets until the water is steaming from multiple shower-heads.  Soon, the room is full of moist heat. 

              “Come on, I'll wash your back.”  Pierce beckons to her, and Christina steps into the wet, warm embrace of his arms.  After a few kisses against her jaw, he steps back and reaches out for a bottle of body wash.  She gazes at his intensely handsome, naked, absolutely aroused body.  Her throat works with a hard swallow, and then she smiles and turns around, gathering her hair up in one hand and dragging the already damp locks over one shoulder. 

              “Okay,” she says, keeping her gaze averted.  She wants so much to taste every inch of him... but it has to wait.  She's holding him to his promise.  Brunch, talk, then... she'll give in to the knot of want that's trying to claw its way through her resolve. 

              Pierce's hands on her body are almost too much to bear, but she holds fast – stays steady.  The shower is excruciatingly tense, but she makes it through without giving in and getting distracted.  She has to know.  She has to find out why he lied, and she has to know that this man she suspects she sincerely loves isn't a lying piece of shit. 

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              Soft poached eggs and perfect hollandaise sauce, Belgian waffles and fresh fruit, crisp bacon and mimosas are waiting for Christina as she pads out of the bedroom post-shower.  Pierce must have called room service at some point before she woke up, the sneaky bastard.  She can’t help but grin at how he always seems to be one step ahead of her.  He’s thrown on a robe and towel-dried his hair, and he’s standing alongside the room service cart with a big goofy grin on his handsome face.

              “Your morning feast awaits, madame…” he says, bowing deeply and gesturing towards the food with a broad sweep of his arm.  Straightening up, he runs one hand through his damp hair in that absolutely delightfully boyish manner then crosses the room to gather Christina into his arms.  She’s also robe-clad, but she’s taken time to brush her teeth and her hair, pull her hair up into a ponytail, and try to have some semblance of life for their morning meal.  She seems to have passed inspection, because Pierce is stealing kisses and squeezing her rump through the plush terrycloth of her robe in moments.

              “Hey, hey…” Christina scolds, nipping him on the chin and disentangling herself from his arms despite her almost consuming need to stay right where she is.  Taking a plate, she begins to assemble her breakfast, keeping busy and occupying herself so she doesn’t give in to her lust.  She has to talk to him.  That’s the most important thing, right now.

              Pierce scowls a little bit, but backs off and waits for Christina to get her meal together before he begins putting food on his own plate.  “Sit, sit…” he says, pointing towards the dining table near the windows.  “I’ll be right there.” 

              Christina does so, sighing as she considers her meal and watches Pierce.  Even rumpled and not-quite-awake, he looks so perfect.  She wonders for a moment what brought her here – why this man, this exceedingly wealthy, successful man has decided he is interested in her.  She almost imagines it’s too good to be true.  There has to be some catch.  Still, he seems so sincere, so warm – so willing to be open and vulnerable.  That’s why she’s going to make sure they talk, this morning.