The Hadrian Memorandum - Allan Folsom [147]
He stared at her in amazement. The fact that he was naked never entered his mind. “How long have you been here?”
“An hour or so.”
He sat up angrily. “Yeah, well, fuck. Conor White and your Patrice found out you were at the hotel. They went there looking for you.”
“How do you know?”
“I was there. White had the others waiting outside, for Chris-sake. I killed two of them.”
“What?”
“Kovalenko’s Glock. They came after me. So I shot them. One right after the other on a street near the hotel. Then I walked off still looking for you. I’ve been dodging the Lisbon police ever since.” Suddenly his anger deepened. “I’m out there in the rain with the police and you’re in here fucking sleeping.” He picked the hand towel up again, put it over his eyes, and leaned back in the water.
“I’m tired. Go back to sleep or whatever the hell you were doing. I need to think and try to put this all together, if that’s even possible. Maybe at some point you’ll do me the courtesy of telling me what was so damn important that you had to go out and get all this started. It might help, but I doubt it.”
“I want to have sex with you.”
He took the towel from his eyes and looked up at her. “What?”
“I said I want to have sex with you,” she said again and slipped out of the robe. Without a word she slid naked into the water, opening her legs around him and fitting into the confines of the tub.
“Hey.” He looked her in the eyes. “I’m mad at you. You did a hugely stupid thing going out like that. I nearly got killed because of it. You think I’m just going to forget about it and have sex with you?”
“I’m still mad at you for nearly strangling me in Berlin, but that has nothing to do with now.” She ran a hand along his thigh under the water, then leaned forward. “Kiss me,” she whispered. “Like you did in Berlin. In the middle of the street with the police watching. I liked it.”
“You’re nuts.”
“Kiss me.”
“Aw, Jesus, Anne.”
The bedroom was dark, the bed wet from their bodies come straight from the bath. Marten made a sound as her lips encircled his penis. Slowly she began to move her head up and down the length of him; in time she let her hand join in, using it as well as her lips. He watched her for a moment, then leaned back and looked up at the ceiling. Lights from a passing car on the street below moved across it and then were gone, the ceiling dark again. Fire was rising inside him.
“Jesus, Anne,” he murmured.
She kept going, slowly. Her tongue circling the top of his erection, then bringing her mouth back over the top of it and taking it far down into her throat. He was going to explode and knew it. He tried to push her head away. He didn’t want to come now, not yet. She fought him off and kept on, hunching up a little as his hips began to rise, her breasts sliding across his thighs, her nipples as hard and erect as he was. He heard her moan. An animal sound. Then everything rose up at once. He tried to hold back. It didn’t work and he erupted. Still she didn’t stop. Soon pain overrode pleasure and he had to forcefully move her head away.
“It hurts,” he breathed.
She stopped and looked up and smiled seductively. “But it hurts good, doesn’t it?”
He saw her get up and go into the bathroom. There was a toilet flush and then running water, and then she came back with a warm towel to clean him. Afterward she moved up into his arms in the dark and kissed him. They lay that way for a long time, the only sound their breathing, which seemed to rise and fall in unison. Finally she slid her hand down and made him hard again, then looked into his eyes.
“It’s your turn,” she whispered. “Go down on me and then fuck me. Fuck me hard. And for a long time.”
95
How long had they been at it? Marten didn’t remember the last time he’d had sex like this. How many times had he come? How many times had she? And there had been something more. When he’d been on