InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Hijacked Honeymoon ❯ Chapter 16

A/N I had to put a lemon in this chapter. You have been warned. Now on with the chapter.

 

Hijacked Honeymoon

 

Chapter 16

 

One week later, Kagome had explored Polaris, a high-end spa that catered to the South's rich and famous. When Sesshomaru had suggested hiding out, she'd figured on some isolated mountain hideaway, not a top-notch spa in the northern part of the state, where she'd been a country music star, a rodeo champion and several positions in the spacious hallways. With no more stories about her on the news and this far north, she hoped no one would recognize her. While Sesshomaru's bruises had faded, the Shey Group had treated her to a minivacation and she'd enjoyed everything from the natural hot springs to the world-class cuisine to horseback rides at sunset.

 

But her best memories would be the time she'd spent with Sesshomaru. Although she wondered how long hiding out was going to take, pretending to be man and wife in the spacious suite of rooms had certainly proved no hardship. Sesshomaru always acted the certainly man. He was attentive, but not clingy, and always protective. And the first few days had given her an opportunity to catch up on sleep.

 

But as luxurious as her surroundings were, Kagome was uncomfortable about her growing feelings toward her protector. In her eyes, he was just about perfect. But she'd shown her judgment hadn't been good with Hojo, and now she didn't know if she could trust herself.

 

She wished she was one of those women who could just have a fling, without a million uncertainties getting in a way. But she valued people too much, valued herself too mush, not to stop and think about consequences. She'd once believed Hojo's suggestion to wait to make love until after their wedding had been romantic. But, contradictorily, she also believed that the heat in Sesshomaru's eyes every time he glanced at her was romantic.

 

She needed to talk to Sango, but Sesshomaru had asked her not to phone anyone. She wouldn't go against his wishes—not with their lives at stake. With no end in sight to either catching Hojo or ending her time at from home, her impatience over her situation grew. And her sexual frustration was amplified by the beautiful lush setting of the spa, constant interaction with Sesshomaru and too little work.

 

Usually she could take her mind off things by cleaning, cooking, working, window-shopping or talking to Sango. Here she had none of those distractions. And as nice as their suite was, it was beginning to feel like a nice person.

 

Eager to talk to Sesshomaru about how long they would need to stay at the resort, she entered the weight room. Although he worked out daily, she'd never approached him here, usually taking this time to walk or read the newspaper. She heard the clink of weights before she rounded the corner and saw him.

 

Oh, my.

 

At the sight of him stripped to the waist and wearing low-cut shorts, with his massive chest glistening as sunlight played off the pale of his skin, her mouth went dry. Sweat poured down his face, emphasizing the hard line of his jaw, the angled cheekbones and the cored muscles of his chest.

 

When he saw her, he set down the weights, swiped a towel from the bench, wiped his face, then sling it around his neck. “Hi. Is something wrong?”

 

“N-no. Why?” She tried to appear as casual as he, but obviously she wasn't doing a very good job of concealing her interest. Her attempted to keep her eyes on his failed, and her gaze roved over that magnificent chest that was simply too much temptation.

 

He grinned. “You have a pleased gleam in your expression. Like a thirsty cat who just fell into a bowl of cream.”

 

“If you say so.”

 

“Give me a minute and I'll be right with you.” He removed the weights from the end of the bar and replaced them on a rack.

 

She watched his every move, unable to look away. The light slanted over his muscles, creating a hunger in her that left her startled by its intensity. Their forced proximity had made her comfortable with him, but now with her tongue twisted in a knot, her nerves on edge, she felt as if she were sixteen again and left to the mercy of her hormones.

 

So what if he was a beautiful man? So what if she secretly lusted after him? She didn't have to act upon her feelings.

 

With Hojo, her decision to be with him had been based on the belief he was good for her and what she needed. Depending on her practical side obviously hadn't been such a good judgment call, but that didn't mean she should go overboard in the other direction and let her hormones make another bad choice.

 

However, the idea of Sesshomaru seemed ludicrous. Besides being gorgeous and protective, he was intelligent, kind, compassionate and had a good sense of humor. He even tolerated her sarcasm. So what would he think of her kisses?

 

As he joined her, looking so fine that her breath caught, she couldn't help angling her head upward, couldn't prevent the yearning in her eyes, couldn't stop her pulse from pounding in anticipation. She wouldn't make love to him, she promised herself that reality couldn't match her fantasy.

 

Sesshomaru didn't hesitate. In fact, he almost acted as if he'd been waiting for this moment, and recognizing her willingness, he slanted his mouth over hers. For a first kiss he was achingly smooth. His nose didn't smash hers, his lips settled as exactly the right angle.

 

She inhaled his pleasant male scent and his minty breath and then sighed. oh, my. The man knew how to kiss. He teased, he taunted, he took. And pleasure swept her into a whirlwind of need. She couldn't seem to get enough of him.

 

But all too soon he pulled back. “Sorry. Let me shower and we'll pick up where we left off.”

 

“Yes. No. I don't know.” Damn. What had she done? The reality hadn't matched the fantasy. Oh, no. The reality had been better. Her skin felt electric, as if the current between them had generated some kind of irresistible electromagnetic bond she couldn't counter.

 

He swept her into his arms so fast that she let out a yelp. “What are you doing?”

 

“Do you think I'm crazy enough to leave you alone until you convince yourself you don't need another kiss?”

 

“Huh?” Another kiss? Was he crazy? She had yet to recover from the last one. But she couldn't think with her body at this angle and all the blood rushing to her head.

 

His eyes charmed, his smile coaxed, his tone demanded. “Shower with me.” Without waiting for an answer, he carried her into the walk-in shower.

 

“Sesshomaru, I have cloths on.”

 

He grinned. “That's one problem I know how to fix.” He lowered her to her feet, letting her slide down her his chest.

 

In automatic response, her pulse leaped as if primed, and she could have sworn her breasts swelled. Yet she wasn't ready for lovemaking, was she? She'd barely been prepared for that incredible kiss. She hadn't had time to comprehend just what he'd done to short-circuit her resistance to him, but whatever it was she had to figure it out before she gave in to madness.

 

Because kissing him again would be madness. Breathing in more of his scent would be insane.

 

So call her crazy. Reaching up, she placed one hand on either side of his head and guided his lips back to hers. Taking her action as all the permission he needed, he required no further encouragement. This time his kiss was just as devastating because he took more time. Nipping her top lip, nipping the bottom one, he explored her mouth with a thoroughness that left her floored, dazed and tingling from the crown of her head to the soles of her feet.

 

She drank him in, pressing herself against him, revelling in the contained power of him. When her breath grew ragged and her lungs burned, she broke the kiss, swallowing back a thousand unspoken questions. She wanted to demand answers. But, more important, she wanted his mouth back on hers, his arms around her, his hips cradling her.

 

As if starved for affection, she couldn't get enough of his potent combination of heat and tenderness. She didn't know she could feel both wanton and cherished at the same time. She didn't know her blood could sing so loudly the melody overwhelmed whispered doubts. She didn't know that she could be so eager to take off her cloths.

 

No virgin, she'd made love with her high school flame. But she'd never known the kind of heady desire that had her hands threading into Sesshomaru's thick hair to keep him close. Never had dispensing with cloths seemed so natural.

 

Sesshomaru didn't fumble, but caressed and unbuttoned, unsnapped and unfastened in the same smooth manner he accomplished every task. Even the water from the shower rushed out at a soothing temperature. Refreshing, the water rained from two sides and four showerheads, sluicing over her flesh but failing to cool the heat his kiss had stoked.

 

But nothing aroused her as mush as his smoky gold eyes and clever hands, which he expertly directed over the arch of her back, the dip at her waist and the roundness of her bottom. She leaned into him, appreciating the slip and slide of his hands and covered her breasts, she'd never felt more lush or bawdy. Leaning back, needing to steady herself against the wall, she gave him free access.

 

“You have a beautiful body,” he told her, bending down to skim his lips over her neck. And all the while, he lathered her breasts with soap, paying careful attention to her sensitive nipples. “Do you like this?”

 

a tingle ripped through her and she let out a soft groan. “Apparently. I do.”

 

“You sound surprised.”

 

“I haven't done anything like this in a very long time,” she admitted. “Hojo wanted to wait until after we married.”

 

“Hell, didn't you suspect something was wrong?”

 

“At the time I thought he was being romantic.”

 

At her words he stopped caressing her breasts, took her hands in his. “I'm rushing you, aren't I?”

 

“Yes.”

 

He groaned in frustration, like a kid about to lose his favorite treat. “I don't want to stop.”

 

“Then don't stop.” She threw caution away like an old pair of once-comfortable jeans that had grown too tight.

 

Confusion warred with desire in his eyes. “But—“

 

“Shh. Who said rushing is a bad thing?” reaching for the soap, she worked up a lather and then finally she placed her hands on his chest. “ You have no idea how much I've wanted to touch you.”

 

“Is that so?” he grinned and held still, letting her have her way with him.

 

“Oh yes,” she muttered, unable to restrain her eagerness. “You have the most magnificent chest and shoulders. That night when I rubbed you I couldn't help noticing.”

 

“You noticed before that,” he tested. “Didn't you think I saw you ogling me—“

 

She laughed and tweaked his nipples. “I do not ogle.”

 

“If you say so.” His tone turned low, husky, seductive, and she wondered why she had been fighting herself. What had she been thinking? Why had she been depriving herself when she could have been kissing and touching and…

 

She gulped.

 

Was she really going to make love to him?

 

She was. Because she couldn't think of one good reason not to.

 

Yet no matter how much she wanted him, she wouldn't risk getting pregnant. After spending her entire life abandoned by her father, she wouldn't gamble on accidentally bringing a child into the world without a solid union. “Sesshomaru, I'm not on the pill.”

 

She was surprised when he quickly slipped from the shower. Through the clear glass door, she was him fumble for a box on the counter before he returned.

 

He held up a silver foil packet. “Kincaid sent them with the other gear. I found a box packed between the toothpaste and deodorant.”

 

“What? How could he know that you and I…”

 

“He didn't. It's part of our equipment like our weapons or communication gear.” She must have revealed what she thought of hiss boss sending in that kind of equipment because gentle amusement glimmered in Sesshomaru's eyes. “Just because we have them doesn't mean we use them.”

 

She would accept his statement at face value. It would mean-spirited of her to condemn his boss when she was about to put his gear to good use. She took the packet from Sesshomaru with a grin “We are going to use them. All of them.”

 

He made a mocking gasp and placed his hands over his heart. “I'm not sure I'm up for that, ma'am.”

 

She glanced downward to hid erection. “I'd say you are.”

 

“I'll do my best.”

 

She opened the packet and rolled the protection over him. His skin flexed at her touch. So warm. So hard. So slick. “Sesshomaru?”

 

“Yeah.”

 

“You'll need to go slowly. It's been a long time for me.”

 

“No problem.” He said the words easily, and she believed him. Whether in a crashing helicopter, while under the fire, or while holding her in his arms. Sesshomaru always kept control of himself.

 

He didn't disappoint her. “I don't want to rush you.”

 

“Fine, then.” She shot him a mischievous smile. “I'll take my time.”

 

He let her touch her him wherever and however she wanted for as long as she wanted. And she wanted to memorize the planes of his chest with her hands, wanted to reveal in the differences between his hardness and her softness. She wanted to appreciate all the nuances of making love to him, his male scent that mixed with soap and water and seemed to envelop her in a haze of steam. His eyes turning to smoke as she explored his flat stomach and powerful hips. His mouth that quirked and tensed and swoop to recapture hers in another glorious kiss.

 

She snuggled against him, and with her breasts warmed by the heat of his chest, her loins pressed against his erection, she suddenly had the most urgent need to take him inside her. Parting her legs, she reached for him to make it happen, but he scooped her into his arms. She felt like a kid in a candy store who'd just deprived of a treat.

 

“Hey.” She threw her arms around his neck. “Where are we going?”

 

“To do this properly.”

 

At the intensity if his expression, she giggled. “There's a proper way to make love?”

 

“Damn straight.”

 

She raised an eyebrow. “Really?”

 

“Oh, yes. We have two perfectly good king-size beds in this suite.”

 

“But we're all wet.”

 

As he carried her out of the shower and through the bathroom, he snagged a washcloth. “So I'll dry you.”

 

She chuckled at the washcloth. “Um, that's not a very big towel.”

 

“Exactly.” He shot her a wolfish grin. “Drying you with a washcloth will take long then a towel.”

 

“You…have a wicked…mind.”

 

“You have no idea.” She hadn't expected him to agree so happily.

 

But he was as good as his word. Better maybe. When they arrived in the bedroom, he lowered her to her feet, swept the coverlet and blanket off the bed while she closed the louvered wooden blinds. Not that anyone could see into their forth-story room, she just felt a little less shy without the bright daylight outside revealing all the curves of her body.

 

“Come here,” he commanded.

 

She didn't think of refusing. Not when every bare cell of her skin quivered for his touch. Putting aside her concerns about soaking the sheets, she flung herself at him, toppling him to the bed, no doubt upsetting his plan to dry her, but she couldn't seem to stop herself. She rarely had premonitions, but she had the strongest feeling they lett to much time pass, they'd miss this opportunity.

 

“Please, Sesshomaru. I want you now.”

 

“Then you shall have me.” Tossing aside the washcloth, he grinned au at her. “You can have anything you want. All toy need to do is ask.”

 

She never understood what came over her. She had no explanation for her boldness-except that Sesshomaru encouraged her take all she wanted. She straddled hips and then inch by inch she took him inside her, marvelling how he filled her.

 

And then as he urged her on with his skilful fingers, she rocked her hips, enjoying the freedom of setting the pace, of taking what she wanted from a man so willing to give.

 

And when the sweetest orgasm burst over her, she collapsed on top of him. He held her close, his hand in her hair, his lips on her forehead, letting her ride out the spasms and come back to herself of discover he was still hard inside her.

 

His words dared her. “Ready for more?”

 

“What have you got?” she teased back, eager to see how far they could go together.

 

Surprised by the tenderness still in his eyes, she accepted that being with Sesshomaru was much more then sex for her. Her feelings might be as muddy as a puddle after a summer storm, but being with Sesshomaru felt good. Felt right.

 

She remained on top, but he took control, bucking his hips, sliding in and out of her, rekindling her heat. When his hands found her beasts, pleasure ripped straight to her core. And as they scaled the pinnacle of desire, this time together, she held on to him tightly, accepting that her growing feelings for Sesshomaru might be the best thing that ever happened to her.

 

A/N hope you liked it.