Oh!
The look of shock on Vixen's face made Christopher pause, and for one moment it almost made him feel like he was the big, bad, fucking wolf about to have his way with his own Little Red Riding Hood from Stanhope Medical Center.
But since they both knew Vixen's innocence was nothing but an act...
Stop thinking stupid thoughts and start fucking!
And with this thought topmost in his mind, Christopher swiftly finished undressing Vixen, and his first glimpse of her naked body had him sucking his breath.
Perfect.
She was so fucking perfect that...
Fuck.
Even though it sounded crazy in his own mind, Christopher just couldn't get rid of the thought that a man like him had no right to lay a hand on a single sinful inch of Vixen's body.
THE SPEED IN WHICH she found herself without a stitch of clothing initially stunned Vixen, but when Christopher just as suddenly released his hold on her, the seconds that followed allowed Vixen to gradually regain control of herself.
And her first thought?
I'm naked, and he's not!
She was about to reach for the towel he had thrown on the floor when she belatedly noticed the grim set of his jaw. "Christopher?"
"This isn't right."
Vixen's body turned rigid with shock. "What do you mean this isn't right?"
"Everything," Christopher bit out. "I wish I could explain myself better, and believe me..." His voice turned grim. "I know what I'm giving up here, dammit."
Vixen didn't quite know what to say. Christopher's gaze had gone straight to her chest while speaking, and with the way he was staring at her breasts like they were his lifelong obsession...
Now this man was the REAL deal, Vixen couldn't help thinking. All of her life, she had wondered if perhaps there might be truth to what people was saying about her, but now that Christopher was standing before her, and staring at Vixen's exposed bosom with such hungry hazel eyes...
It was Christopher, between the two of them, who was spellbindingly oversexed, and to feel her body actually respond to his ravenous gaze...
A chance, Vixen reminded herself. She needed to give whatever this was with Christopher a chance, and so she heard herself say, "You don't have to give anything up."
Christopher groaned. "I'm trying to be the fucking good guy here—-"
"And I'm saying you don't have to." Vixen could feel herself regaining more and more of her confidence at the way Christopher kept arguing her. While she believed herself truly in love with him now, it didn't mean she was blind to reality. Given his womanizing reputation, it surely wouldn't come easy or naturally to Christopher to deny himself like this.
And so for him to still do it for Vixen, albeit with reasons that could only be misguided...
He's in love with me, too, Vixen realized with a start.
Christopher wanted to kill himself when he saw the sudden way Vixen straightened, which of course caused her breasts to thrust forward like they were begging for his attention.
Fuck! This! Life!
After thirty-plus years of hibernation, why the hell did his conscience have to start causing trouble now—-
Christopher swore under his breath when Vixen suddenly took a step towards him. "What do you think you're—-dammit!"
She had taken another step instead of answering him, and this forced Christopher to take a step back.
"Will you stop—-shit!"
She suddenly threw herself at him, and Christopher, caught entirely by surprise, fell back against the bed...and with his curvy, beautiful, and completely fucking naked Vixen falling right on top of him.
Vixen, seeing that Christopher was once again about to say something unnecessarily gentlemanly, quickly wagged a finger at him. "Don't even think about it, Mr. Masterton," she said firmly. "I have no idea why you suddenly think it's wrong to make love to me, but I'm telling you once and for all - what we have is completely right."
"Vixen—-"
She quickly pressed a finger over the athlete's lips to silence him. "We are going to have sex tonight, and we are going to enjoy it." Vixen wished her cheeks weren't turning red as she was speaking, but oh well. At least she wasn't stammering. That should save her from sounding completely foolish.
Christopher saw Vixen take a deep breath, and when this caused her big, beautiful breasts to jiggle right above his face...
I give up, Christopher thought.
Vixen was just about to ask Christopher if he had any objections when he suddenly took hold of her hand.
"Christopher!" Vixen ended up gasping his name when the athlete nipped the finger she had over his lips, and the moment her gaze clashed with his, Christopher took it as his cue to feed her finger straight into his mouth.
Oh!
And then he started to suck.
Oh!
Her mind reeled. How strangely good it felt, to have Christopher sucking on her finger, and did this mean—-
Could this mean she had convinced him—-
Christopher, seeing Vixen's gaze turn hesitantly questioning, reluctantly pulled her finger out of his mouth. "You win, m'dear."
Her face broke into a smile, and it was the loveliest fucking thing to see.
The loveliest really, but also the hottest, which was why...
Vixen didn't even have time to be shocked, with the athlete moving so fast, that by the time she realized he had reversed their positions, he already had his shirt off, and the sight of his bare muscular chest with its light sprinkle of hair had Vixen feeling even fainter.
Swoonworthy, she thought dazedly yet again.
He was so, so swoonworthy, and oh, she could stare all day long at that beautiful chest of his, with its sexy, rippling muscles that made her fingers itch to—-oh my!
Christopher had momentarily left the bed to get rid of his pants and briefs, and in the next second, Vixen was treated to her first sight of a fully naked man, and um...was it just her or did that penis of his look a little, well, too...much?
There were just too many inches of it length and width-wise, and...oh my.
Christopher had finally started moving back towards the bed, and the closer he got, the bigger his cock even seemed. Just really, really big that Vixen was torn between fear and excitement by the time Christopher joined her in bed, and all she could do was take deep gulps of breath as she felt him pry her legs open and settle his powerful body between them.
Hazel eyes locked with hers, and Vixen felt her mouth dry at the sheer hunger she glimpsed in his gaze. If it had been any other guy, Vixen knew such a look could've frightened and sickened her, but because this was Christopher, the man she likely loved...
Christopher's nostrils flared when Vixen's juices started scenting the air, and without taking his gaze off her face, he reached between their bodies to touch her sex—-
Vixen whimpered in shock, and she whimpered again when Christopher showed her his fingers coated with her wetness...just before licking and sucking them.
Oh my God.
This time, she could literally feel her sex throbbing as more moisture gushed out to line her folds, and she heard Christopher release a low growl as the air around them grew thicker with the scent of sex.
"Can you smell that, m'dear?"
A moan escaped her.
"That's how much you want me," he purred, "and this..."