C9 Drunk

Mira would be telling herself lies if she said that she didn't like the life here. It was a win-win situation for her because she got the money and now she and Tomas now lived together in his house.

His house was magnificent and filled with staffs like chefs, cleaners and many more. They had shifts obviously so they weren't much in a day but she never saw one staff twice.

Tomas was never around. Talk about being engaged, this was the worst of them all. Not like she craved his company anyways. She was attracted to him but wasn't in love with him.

Well, today was a fairly busy day and she'd taken a stroll round the house today.

After the sunset, she sat in the living room upstairs and pressed her phone. She normally did that to busy herself. Hours after she began, someone staggered into the living room and she raised her head to see the person.

It was Tomas. He was drunk and he held the couch to support himself.

"Hey wife" he slurred

She immediately got up from where she sat and rushed to him.

"You're really drunk! What happened" she asked as she held him. She'd never seen him drink before, talk more drunk but then she bet she'd see more sides to him since she was his soon to be wife.

"My brother got into an accident. He's in a coma right now. I feel very terrible because I wasn't close to him" said Tomas and her heart went out to him. She felt really sad for him, seeing as it was the first time he was vulnerable in her arms.

"Is there anything I can do for you?" She asked

"Yes..." He whispered.

Tomas stared down at her ripe pink lips and surrendered to the inevitable without an ounce of concern. He teased at that full lower lip, pressed them softly apart, darted, delved with enthusiasm and felt every inch of her tighten and quiver with response against him. His fingers trailed up a slim silky thigh to the heart of her, teasing fingers sliding below her knickers to locate the most sensitive spot and dallying there to make her moan feverishly into his mouth. She knew she ought to tell him to stop but she couldn’t fight the seduction of sensation engulfing her in a shimmying surge of intense pleasure. She trembled over him, breath caught in her throat, her heart pounding inside her with electrifying anticipation. She squirmed as he stroked and teased and what she had believed she would never welcome again, she suddenly wanted with ferocious intensity. She buried her face against his shoulder, frantically breathing in the familiar scent of his skin, pressing her mouth against the strong brown column of his throat until his other hand caught into her hair to yank her head up. He drove her soft lips apart with a savage kiss of sizzling hunger at the same time as the tightening bands of tension in her pelvis sent her rocketing to her peak. Gasping, moaning, sobbing for breath, she came apart in his arms, shattered into so many pieces she barely recognised herself any more.

He withdrew his head and stared at that soft full mouth and lust roared through him at breathtaking speed, shocking him back to awareness. For the first time, he wondered if she was deliberately teasing him and if the friendly innocence of her manner was a fake to pull in the unwary.

she didn’t like feelings or reactions that were not in her control. They made her feel unsafe and foolish. It had always been her secret terror that she might have inherited more of her mother’s impulsive passionate nature than she had ever appreciated.

He put his hand on her arm to stay her. She turned back, colliding with those silvery-grey eyes of his, and her heartbeat hammered so fast she was afraid she might somehow choke on the tightness in her throat.

He wound his hand into her hair and bent his imperious dark head—it was a long way down to her level, he discovered as he captured her lush mouth with his. And that single sweet taste of her went straight to his head like the finest brandy and he kissed her with tortured, driving urgency, hauling her slight body up against him. He wanted her at that moment with a sexual ferocity he had never experienced in his life before. At his first touch, Mira had initially frozen in shock, but just as quickly she melted, entrapped by the surge of hunger that leapt inside her like a burning flame that threatened to consume her. Her arms went round his neck without her volition and she rejoiced when he crushed her to him. One little taste of him was only enough to make her crave the next with every fibre of her being. His tongue delved inside her mouth and she gasped, straining into his big powerful frame, desperate to sate the ache in her pelvis as he unleashed a tempest of desire through her body.

Tomas lifted his head, shrewd grey eyes veiled, face tight with self-discipline. What the hell was he doing? What the hell was he playing at here? His body rigid with suppressed arousal, he lowered her back to the ground, knowing that he could more happily have pushed her back against the door and satisfied his hunger there and then. He wanted her. He wanted her more than he had wanted any woman in a very long time. There was nothing wrong with that, he decided abruptly. He didn’t need to question his libido

"I want you," Tomas admitted almost harshly, reaching for her again, urging her slight body up against him, crushing that luscious mouth below his again with hungry pleasure.

Mira let him kiss her because she couldn’t stamp out the longing for that kiss or the even more intoxicating one that followed. Desire, she was learning, was a slippery slope. Give way, open the door to a little and you might invite in a whole lot more of the same. His tongue tangled with hers and a ripple of such intense reaction travelled through her that she shivered, hot and cold with sensation, shock and craving, feeling all the things she had never felt before, and, in that weakened state, his every touch was unbearably seductive.

Tomas husked, lifted her up in his arms with decisive cool, finally getting her where he wanted her with a fierce sense of satisfaction.

Mira gave him a conflicted look. "You're drunk. Are you sure you're not going to regret this the next morning?"

"Never!" He gritted out as his desire for her clouded his thinking process.