The Tycoon's Marriage Exchange (17 page)

Kallista moaned with s
t
a
r
t
l
ed amazement when he whipped her tee shirt over her head, tossing it somewhere in the bedroom.  He didn’t even bother to remove her bra, simply unclasped the front, then teased her nipples with his fingers and tongue, his teeth and even nudged with his nose and she was once again writhing underneath him, her body alive and desperate once again.  “Every time, I’m always amazed that you can get me going again,” she said as she lifted her legs higher, running her legs against his hip, trying to encourage him to be inside her. “It isn’t supposed to be like this, is it?”

“What do you mean?” he asked as he nipped on her shoulder, positioning himself at her entrance. 

“
Most women don’t like having sex with their husbands,” and she gasped when he pushed inside her, lifting her hips to better receive him.

“Are you one of those women?” he asked and moved deeper, pushing harder and watching her face as her eyes closed, her teeth biting down on her lower lip as she pulled him into her warmth.

“No!” she screamed out and her hand slipped down to his hip, pulling him in, showing him what she wanted. 

“Tell me,” he said and moved slowly.

“I love it when you do this to me,” she breathed and shifted her hips, taking him deeper, feeling him stretch her, moving within her and she groaned.

“Like this?” he asked and moved slowly. 

“Yes!”

“Or like this?” he asked and moved faster.

Kallista threw back her head, her mouth opening wider. 
When he moved inside her like this, she couldn’t hold back.  Nothing was real except Hector and the way he made her feel, the intensity building up inside her and her muscles tightened, her body climbing higher and higher.  And suddenly, she couldn’t stop it any longer, her whole body exploding, expanding and splintering.  Over and over, her body throbbed, until slowly, the waves died down and she floated slowly back to reality. 

As he watched her climax, he couldn’t hold back his own orgasm. 
H
er muscles tightened around him, he felt the pull, the inescapable drive and then he pounded harder, feeling her body throb around him and he closed his eyes as he lost himself in her beautiful body, collapsing against her and gathering her against his side. 

Hector stared up at the ceiling, his heart still beating painfully hard in his chest while
Kallista
lay draped across his chest.  “Must have been a pretty horrible day,” he said to break the silence. 

Kallista
lifted her head and looked down at him, worried now about her action.  “Are you upset with me?  Do you find me…”

He instantly understood exactly what she was asking and rolled over so she was underneath him.  “No!” he growled.  “I find you more
irresistible
now after what you just did.”  He looked down, seeing where their bodies were still connected and his body hardened again just thinking about what she’d done to him, what she’d given him.  “I liked it a lot,” he replied with a grimace.  “Maybe too much.”
  He’d just experienced a mind-blowing orgasm and already he was ready for another round?  Impossible!  But he couldn’t stop it when his erection grew.

She felt his body harden and shifted, trying to adjust to the feeling of his erection growing inside her.  It was an amazing feeling and she
wanted
to move, but his weight was holding her still.  “If you could just lift up a bit,” she suggested and let her hands slide down his shoulders to his arms, “then maybe we could continue this exploration?”

Since she’d never expressed an interest in
sex before, he was delighted with her suggestions, relieved that she was both taking the initiative as well as letting him know what she was feeling.  “You’re not too sore?” he said but his body started moving even as he said the words.

“Not at all,” she replied, her legs moving upwards in order to take him more deeply inside her, gasping when he filled her up, making her feel whole and complete.  “You feel wonderful!” she gasped. 

“Tell me what you like,” he coaxed, watching her face to try and guess, but he wanted to hear it from her, he wanted her words. 

“Faster!” she cried out, and her hands moved to his hips, pressing him faster.  The feeling of telling him to do something, and then he gave it to her, was a wonderful, powerful feeling.  She loved it when he pressed harder, pounded into her. 

“Now what?” he asked, his teeth gritting to control his own climax still.  He didn’t think he’d ever seen anything so sexy, so beautiful as this woman right now telling him what she wanted him to do to her. 

“Just don’t stop,” she screamed and closed her eyes as she moved her hips up to meet his
, shifting her body so that she felt maximum friction against his body and within moment
s
, she felt herself fall over the cliff, her orgasm sweeping both of them through wave after wave of pulsating pleasure. 

She was quiet for so long, Hector thought she might have fallen asleep.  He lifted himself up onto his elbows and looked down at her, chuckling at the blush that quickly covered her lovely cheeks.  “You’re gorgeous,” he said and shifted down so he could nuzzle her neck. 

“You didn’t mind?”

His shoulders were shaking with his laughter but he shook his head.  “
Am
I act
ing
like I minded?”

“Well, that was in the heat of passion.  What about now?”

His mind clicked in to what she was saying and he lifted up to reassure her.  “I guarantee that I still love you.”

Her eyes widened and she stared up at him.  “What did you say?” she asked, her hand touching his cheek. 

Hector was stunned that he’d revealed so much.  When he saw the tear fall from her lashes, he ached to think that he’d hurt her.  “You don’t have to respond.  I don’t even expect you to reciprocate the feelings,
Kallista
.”
  He pulled away and turned his back on her, about to get off the bed and shower, to berate himself for saying something that would push her away. 

Kallista sat up with him, her hand touching his shoulder but pulling back quickly when he flinched away from her touch.  She bit her lip, trying to decide what to do, how to say the same words, the words her heart was aching to scream out to him. 
“I do
too
,” she whispered, her whole body starting to shake with the intensity of her feelings for this man. 

He turned and glared back at her.  “You do what?”

She was shy now without
his arms around her and she wa
n
t
ed to hide in the blanket at the bottom of the bed.   But when his eyes glanced lower, then back up at her face, she felt brave.  There was something about his eyes, a wariness.  A vulnerability that she’d never seen before.  “I love you too,” she said tentatively. 

He was silent for so long she thought she’d misunderstood.  Or that he hadn’t heard her. 

“Why?”

Well, that wasn’t a question she’d expected after that kind of declaration.  “Why do I love you?”

He stood up and looked down at her, completely
unconcerned
that he was still naked. 

Kallista sa
w the tension in his shoulders and wondered about it.  Pulling up on her knees, she laid her hands against his magnificent chest, her fingers tangling in the light hair spread across.  Her palm felt his heartbeat and the rapid feeling gave her courage.  “I love you because you’re a good man.  Because you’re kind and considerate and generous.”

“
I’m none of those things.  Besides, y
ou don’t have to say those things, Kallista.  I won’t back out of helping your father.  Everything is fine now anyway.”

She smiled and kissed his chest.  “I know that.  And if the only thing I wanted from you was your help, I know you would have done that no matter what.  I don’t understand you, but I do love you.  You can reject my words, but don’t push me away.  Please Hector,” she whispered. 

He couldn’t help it.  When she said things like that, he couldn’t help but pull her closer
, his hands tangling in her hair as he pulled her onto his lap, cradling her in his arms and reveling in the amazing feel of this woman’s softness, her sweet heart and her goodness surrounding him
.  “I’m not any of those things.  You don’t know me at all.  You don’t know where I’ve come from, what I’ve done.”

She kissed his bulging bicep and laughed softly.  “I don’t know anything about your history.  But I know about your present.  I know that you donate loads of money to charities to help kids in trouble, even animals.  I know that you’re sweet and tender and you put yourself out there for anyone who genuinely needs help, but shy away from anyone knowing about all the wonderful things you do.”

“How do you know these things?”

“Because I’m a reporter.”  When she felt him tense under her hands, she smiled up at him gently.  “I won’t tell anyone your secrets.  I promise.  Just love me a little?”

He groaned and pulled her closer.  “I love you so much, it’s been driving me insane to not know what you were feeling or thinking.”  He picked her up in his arms and hugged her close, almost breaking when he felt her arms wrap around him.  “God help us,” he responded.  “Don’t leave me, Kallista.  I promise I can make you so happy.  I’ll buy you everything you’ve ever wanted.”

She pulled back and covered his mouth with her fingers.  “I don’t want anything but you, Hector.  I don’t need all those material things.  I want you.  I love you in my arms.”  She took a deep breath and said the things she really wanted. “If you want to give me something, give me more of yourself.  Let me inside.  I’m always trying to figure you out, to understand you.  If you could just talk to me, I want to know you,” she said with her hand over his heart. 

He lifted her up and sat back down on the bed, loving the way she felt in his arms more than anything else in the world. 
“I’ll try, but that might be more of a journey for me.  I’m not used to letting people know me.”

“Is it because of your past?”

He stilled and looked down at her.  “Yes.”

She snuggled into his arms and pressed a kiss on his shoulder.  “If you don’t want to tell me, I don’t want to pressure you.”

“You won’t like the answer,” he commented lightly. 

“I like you,” she said softly.  “So whatever has made you who you are now, must be a good thing.”

He carried her to the shower, turning on the hot water and letting it flow over their sated bodies.  Kallista wondered if he was going to tell her anything about his past, but she was happy enough to just be with him, to enjoy his company.  She felt stronger about what might happen in the future, simply because he loved her.  And she actually felt liberated because she’d been able to tell him how she felt. 

She sighed with happiness when his hands moved through her hair, lathering the shampoo through the strands and massaging the scalp. 

“My mother died when I was two years old.  I never knew who my father was,” he said softly. 

Kallista stilled and waited, wondering if he would tell her more.  When she didn’t pull away, he continued.  “I ran away from the orphanage when I was four years old and lived on the street, stealing for my food, living in various warehouses or abandoned homes.”  His hands tightened and she finally understood what he was explaining to her. 

She turned around in his arms, her own wrapping around his waist as she looked up at him, tears shining through her eyes.  “And look at all you’ve become?  Look at how you’re giving back?”

“If it weren’t for your father, I would still be out there stealing, or maybe dead from drug use.”

That startled her, but after a long moment, she shook her head.  “No.  You’re too intelligent for that.  You wouldn’t have done that.  And my father might have helped you, but you’re a magnificent man who has paid back that debt.”

“It isn’t a debt, Kallista.  I owe your father something so much more than a debt that I can never repay.”

“You don’t owe him your life or your self-esteem.  And he would never ask that of you.  I’ve seen the way he looks at you.  He’s very proud of who you have become.”  She stilled and pulled back slightly.  “You didn’t tell me you love me just to make things right with my father, did you?”

“NO!” he said with feeling, grabbing her and holding her close.  “Please Kallista.  Never doubt my feelings for you.  I went into this prepared to just accept you as my wife.  I didn’t ever anticipate finding myself in love with you.”

She smiled brightly and nodded.  “I think we’re both in agreement there.”

They left the shower and she padded out of the bathroom with only a towel wrapped around her, feeling wonderful and fulfilled in a way she’d never experienced before. 

“What function are we expected to attend tonight?” she asked as
she looked back at him, about to figure out what to wear. 

“We were invited to a charity dinner but how about if we skip it and have dinner here instead?  I’d love to get to know you.  The real you and understand who you are.
  How about if we both give each other a bit of our past?
”