As Sarah returned his kiss with a hunger all her own, she vowed that tonight’s inferno would be the first of many to test those walls.
She couldn’t withstand his seduction of her senses. He surrounded her, filled her lungs like her aching body longed to be filled. When he backed her into the nearby wall, she didn’t think to protest. Instead, she used it as leverage to wrap a leg around his hip. Bringing his rigid length into direct contact with the neediest part of her.
She couldn’t go on much longer like this, wrapped in delicate lace. Layers of clothing a barrier between her hands and what she really wanted to feel. Her hands on him, his on her, it didn’t matter, she craved skin.
As if reading her mind, he ran a palm down the thigh hooked around his waist. Stopping at the knee he hiked it a little higher while rocking his hips into hers setting off sparks throughout her sensitized body. When he lifted her other leg, she instinctively anchored her ankles around his lean waist. The movement brought her chest flat against the strong wall of his, causing her to purr in approval. He caught the sound with his mouth as he walked them up the stairs.
Never missing a step or breaking the kiss, he masterfully navigated the darkened hallway stopping just outside her bedroom door. Letting her slide down his body, the move rubbing her sensitive nipples against his chest, he released her mouth.
“Last chance.” His voice rumbled low in his chest causing a quiver lower in her anatomy.
“Not on your life,” she panted, twisting the knob sending them tumbling into the room.
He backed her into the middle of the room and Sarah had to fight a groan. This wasn’t where she wanted to be. She wanted to be rolling around with him on the bed, not two feet from where he stopped her.
“Close your eyes.” He held her unsure gaze. “Close them, Sarah.”
The smooth seduction in his voice had her eyes languidly falling shut. She had no resistance to the way she was making her body feel with little more than a whispered command. His fingers ghosted across her cheekbone before tracing the lines of her lips.
“Beautiful.” When his hand fell away and the movement of air indicated he had stepped away from her side, she felt a sense of panic. What if he changed his mind? Afraid to move and break the spell he was weaving around them, she attempted to calm her frantic breathing and focus on the sound of his movements.
All her hard work to calm down was undone by the rustle of clothing and the soft thud of shoes falling to the carpet. Images of his elegant fingers working the buttons free down the front of his shirt, him slowly peeling the white silk from his muscular chest and arms before sliding off his shoes. His muscles flexing as he released his belt from the loops, all without taking his predatory eyes from her body. Soon the only thing she could hear was the erratic tattoo her heart beat against her ribs.
The warm heat of his body behind her was startling. She hadn’t heard him move. She felt a finger trace the back of her dress, just barely making contact with her skin. If it was his mission to slowly drive her insane, he was succeeding.
Slowly lowering her zipper he brushed her hair aside, leaning over her shoulder his breath whispered across her skin. “I want you to feel, Sarah. Just feel.”
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Falon was going crazy. He hadn’t planned on the sizzling heat to nearly consume him. That was why he made her close her eyes. He couldn’t watch the fires burning there that begged him to lose himself in her heat.
When he told her he only wanted her to feel, he had only been speaking half the truth. The fact was he wanted her to live. He had a feeling she hadn’t been truly living since the accident that robbed her of her family. He wanted to make her feel so alive she ached with it, couldn’t hold it in and fell to pieces in his arms.
Lazily following the zipper of her dress down the ridges of her spine, he forced himself to resist the urge to follow those fingers with his tongue and lips. What was she doing to him? He had a method and sticking to that method ensured they would both get pleasure. Yet one small touch at the small of her back and he wanted to force her to the floor and plunge into her depths. Not letting her up until she knew to whom she belonged.
He watched the lace puddle at her feet and pushed his impulses to the back of his mind. For a moment he enjoyed the woman in front of him. She was quivering with need, breath coming in shallow pants that pushed her delectable breast out with each intake of precious oxygen.
He wanted to taste her. But not yet, he wanted it too much.
“Step out of your shoes.” His voice sounded hoarse, proof of her effect on him.
When she obeyed, he took her hand and led her to the bed. Her eyes were still firmly closed and he could tell the simple contact was having its intended results. Her body was hyperaware of his without her sense of sight.
Kneeling between her slightly parted knees, he slowly began to kiss his way down her shaking body. Hands fisted on the mattress at her sides to resist touching. It wasn’t time for that. First he would taste her.
The change in her breathing let him know she was aware of his intentions as he kissed and licked around her navel. The quaking muscles under his mouth let him know she wasn’t going to be stopping him.
Hooking his thumbs under the thin material of her panties, he lowered then removed them. He sat frozen for a moment, transfixed by the sight before him. Sarah sat on the edge of the mattress, head thrown back, and eyes screwed shut in anticipation. Her breath sawed through her lungs causing her breasts to quake and his gut to clench. He wanted her too much, but there was no turning back now. His body wouldn’t let him. So he would remain as detached as possible while enjoying the heat he could feel pouring off of her in waves.
Starting at her left knee, he began to trail tiny nips and soothing kisses up her inner thigh. Her legs relaxed and her knees spread wider offering to him the sweetest gift. Not pausing, he took her with his mouth and tongue, pulling sweet cries and whimpered protests from her.
When he felt her body tighten, he slowed his rhythm, bring her back from the edge he didn’t want her to go over. Not yet. Not until he was deep inside. Pulling himself away from her heat, he retraced his journey back up her body, pausing to pay homage to her needy breasts before rolling her to the center of the bed.
He slowly began to reignite her lust, expertly tempering his touch to her responses, finding her sweet spots and exploiting them. It was only when she lay beneath him, tossing her head from side to side in abandon did he sheath himself and give her the release her body was begging for.
Seated to the hilt, he looked down on Sarah still writhing beneath him, eyes closed now in passion and not by his command, begging him in sexy mews to finish what he started. God she was beautiful. Pulling back slowly, he refused to give credence to the heat unfurling in his chest at the sight of her draining all of the pleasure she could from the moment. From him.
Quickly entering her again, he claimed her mouth in a kiss that drew in her cries of pleasure. He kept up his onslaught until he felt her teeter over the pinnacle before allowing his own release.
Slowly bringing her back down, he didn’t want to think about the implications of what just happened. It wasn’t in the plan.
Chapter Nine
Sarah slowly opened her eyes as the waves of pleasure died down to a gentle humming. Her bones felt like liquid and her body electrically charged. Falon was still deep inside her and in her state she couldn’t deny she liked the feeling of him there, inside her, surrounding her, a part of her.