Bullshit, I scolded myself. Of course we both have secrets. I just don’t know what his are.
I had to keep reminding myself I was here only for Dylan. Alexander was starting to become a major distraction. The professional in me rebelled at this deviation from the plan. All I should have cared about was getting to Hanoi.
But underneath the professional was a woman who, against all odds, could still feel arousal and need. That woman wanted this. She wanted to lean against his body and pretend that nothing else existed. I hadn’t known I was weak this way. The night with Alexander in Paris two years ago should have given me a clue, but there had been no one since and some part of me had dismissed that warm summer evening as an aberration. Yet being with him now proved it hadn’t been an aberration at all. No matter who he was, no matter how reprehensible his chosen companions were, I still wanted Alexander.
“A hundred thoughts are churning through your brain,” he said quietly. “Relax, cherie. Read me another question from your book.” His fingers tucked a stray strand of hair behind my ear. He held a piece of cheese to my lips. “Eat.”
I opened my lips and swallowed the morsel, whimpering in appreciation as the flavours swirled around my tongue.
“Ah, Jenny, you are going to drive me insane.” He took a sip of his wine, his eyes locked onto mine.
I gulped. Desire rose, swift and certain, as I took in the heat in his eyes. But we were on the train and Alexander’s bodyguards were only a compartment away. We were bound to be overheard. Besides, while I wanted him, I also wanted to take advantage of his current mood. He was talking to me and answering my questions and there was so much I wanted to know about him.
The mission is the most important thing, I reminded myself. He could reveal something that could be useful to Lucien.
“Another question?”
He smiled a slow, panty-melting smile. “Doesn’t your magazine have any more?” He gestured to the issue of Cosmopolitan I held between my suddenly nerveless fingers.
I brought my attention to it with difficulty. “What did you want to be when you grew up?”
“A therapist,” he replied. His fingers reached for another of the boxes Elodie had packed and opened the lid. A dozen chocolate-dipped strawberries nestled within. My lips parted instinctively and he smiled. “Want one, cherie?”
I nodded and he fed me a piece of fruit. A bit of chocolate must have lingered on my lips, because his thumb came up and wiped it away.
A sharp flare of attraction swept over me. I opened my mouth and sucked in his finger and he inhaled. “Why did you want to be a therapist?” I asked him, in a frantic effort to stop myself from jumping him.
“Do we have to talk about this right now?” His eyebrow rose. “I want you.” His hand closed around my wrist, and he pulled my fingers over his erect dick. I traced the hard outline through his pants, my eyes locked on his.
“There are people around,” I whispered, trying for common sense.
“No one will interrupt us if you keep quiet,” he promised. His thumb brushed again at my lower lip, then made its way lower. My skin sparkled at his touch.
I groaned and reached for him, putting my arms around his neck and dragging him closer. My lips collided with his with urgent need. He made a surprised sound and his eyes held a trace of curiosity in them. He wasn’t used to me making the first move. Neither was I, but at that moment, I couldn’t take his teasing caresses. I needed carnal fucking. I needed Alexander to take me so hard that I forgot everything else. Even though I’d never really been able to forget.
“I don’t want to wait,” I whispered harshly. “I don’t want to be teased. Fuck me.”
His eyes had an answering fire in them. “Jenny,” he said. “How very unsubmissive of you.”
My hands reached under my dress for my panties and I slid them off, putting them boldly in Alexander’s pocket. His fingers responded by unbuckling his belt, unzipping his trousers, pulling his pants and briefs down his hips in a fluid move. “Condom,” he ground out.
“Where?” I couldn’t form longer sentences. Not when I was gripped by a need so intense that I thought I would combust in sheer arousal.
He reached for his wallet that he’d tossed on the small tray-table and pulled a foil packet out. I took it from him. “Let me,” I murmured, tearing it open. I wrapped my fingers around the base of his cock and rolled the condom on with my other hand.
“Fuck,” he groaned. His head fell back and his eyes clenched shut.
“Not yet,” I quipped. I swung a leg over his thighs and positioned my * above his dick, lowering myself on his length. “Now. Fuck.”
So full. I felt so full. I could feel every hard inch of his cock. Every move I made sent a tight coil of pleasure through my body. I ground myself on him, ignoring everything else except this frantic, unwise need.