“Sarah?”
For a second nothing in the room moved. The suddenly she was at his side and he was reaching for her. Claiming her.
From there the dream took its usual route to pure bliss. Falon scrubbed a hand down his face. It didn’t make sense. Yes, she had been taking the lead role of his nightly fantasy but this was the first time it went beyond a roll in the sheets. Tonight’s dream made his scalp prickle as if he were missing a major piece of the puzzle.
A sharp knock on the door startled him out of his thoughts. Climbing naked from the bed he wondered who the hell would be stopping by at nearly two in the morning. The thought that it was Ginny stopped him in his tracks. Wouldn’t do to open the door in his current state. Doubling back he pulled on the gym shorts he kept by the bed for when room service delivered his breakfast.
“Look Ginny—” The words died in his throat. The woman on the other side of the door definitely wasn’t Ginny. And with the dream still fresh in his mind he did the only thing he could.
Moving too quickly for her to protest, he pulled Sarah to him by a hand at the base of her neck. He crushed his mouth to hers. Forced all of his frustration and anger into that kiss. At first she didn’t respond. She held herself rigidly, resisting his claim to her. Then finally, with a sigh, she slid her arms to his sides and returned the kiss nearly as brutal as his. He knew he was bruising her lips, but he didn’t care. She had to know how much he hated feeling this way. Hated feeling his world implode at her betrayal. Hated loving her so much that it mattered.
Pulling her the rest of the way into the room, he forced her against the wall. Not caring about her clothes, he ripped and tore at the garments until her naked flesh was the only thing beneath his questing hands. Removing his lips from hers, he trailed a series of bites and licks down her neck. Reveling in her crooning. Feeding off of her lusty sighs as his hands and teeth brought her close to the edge.
He took the breasts he dreamed about firmly in his hands. Weighing the flesh. When he drew one needy nipple between thumb and forefinger, she nearly bucked off the wall. Unable to resist, he took the other in his mouth. Suckling her in a rhythm that was driving them both higher. He knew the exact moment she began to fall over the edge. When she fell apart, he didn’t allow her to come back down. He was determined to show her everything.
Lifting her, he was surprised she had the state of mind to wrap her legs around him. She put her face in the hollow space where his shoulder met his neck. Her uneven breathing against his heated skin tempted him to take her there against the wall. But he had plans for her.
Palming her tempting ass, he walked them into the bathroom, straight to the shower he didn’t get to utilize the way he wanted the last time. She would pay for that. Turning on the spray with one hand, he never let her feet hit the floor. Once he was satisfied with the temperature, he shucked his shorts and walked them both into the spray.
The feel of her slick body rubbing against his skin threatened to put an end to his control. Unhooking her ankles, he lowered her to her feet in front of him. Looking into her traitorous face, her eyes closed against the feelings he was pulling from her, he almost forgot what she had done.
Releasing a low growl, he went to his knees and took her with his mouth without warning. Her startled scream and near instant climax only fueled him. He would make it so she could never be with another man without thinking of him. Holding him against Falon and finding him wanting. He wanted to ruin her for other men, just as she had ruined him for women.
Energized by his thoughts, he held nothing back. Taking her tiny bundle of nerves, now swollen and begging for attention, into his mouth and gave a little nip. The spicy, sweet scent of her arousal drove him on. She bucked against him, pulling at his hair, wordlessly begging him for more. Happily, he obliged. Sinking a finger deep into her channel, he was lost in her sweet heat. Her inner muscles milked his finger begging him for more. Adding another finger, he pumped them in time to the rhythm of his tongue pulling every reaction from her possible. This time when she called out, her climax nearly brought her tumbling to the ground. He was sure if he hadn’t been holding her upright she would be a puddle on the shower floor.
Bringing her back down slowly, he lapped up every drop of her release. Letting it explode on his tongue. She was the sweetest thing he ever tasted.
When he was sure she was able to support herself, he stood and turned her to face the wall. Grabbing a washcloth and soap, he created a rich lather. Running the suds down her slim back, he paid close attention to the globes of her ass, pulling yet another needy moan from her throat. Reaching around to her front he ran the soapy cloth up her flat stomach causing her to drop her head between the arms she braced on the shower wall.
Unable to resist, he nipped the tempting curve of her shoulder and dropped the cloth. With bare, soapy hands he palmed her breasts, working the tiny bubbles over her distended nipples. She arched her back, forcing that delectable ass into his aching erection. His hips bucked forward in an ancient answer completely out of his control.
Releasing her, he quickly soaped his own body. He needed to be inside her. Now. Turning off the spray he lifted her off her feet once more. Not bothering to dry their bodies he carried her straight to the bed and dropped her in its center. Standing over her, he couldn’t help notice how beautiful she was. Her body wantonly spread across the mattress was flushed from his lovemaking. Her cheeks rosy with passion. When her golden eyes opened, they contained an emotion he wasn’t prepared to face. Instead he dove at her, taking her mouth in a savage kiss he knew would bring her back to the peaks of want. Working himself between her thighs, he pressed against the liquid center of her, groaning at the evidence of her desire. His cock jumped at the idea of plunging into that moist heat and he knew he couldn’t hold out any longer.
Fumbling in the drawer of the nightstand, he quickly sheathed himself. Meeting her eyes once more, he held still, waiting for her to acknowledge what was about to happen. She answered his look with one as achingly unreadable as before. Taking her mouth again, he plunged into her core. Not holding back, he quickly set a brutal, pounding pace. She met his every thrust with an answering desire.
Three times he brought her to the crest of release. And all three times he pulled back just before she tipped over the edge. Taking her back down only to build the tension again. Sweat was building between his shoulder blades as he kissed, sucked, and teased her body back up that peak. All the while maintaining a pace he was sure would kill them. He couldn’t hold out much longer.
Reaching down, he lifted her hips to angle himself deeper with each thrust and let himself go. Pumping into her faster and harder than before, it was a matter of minutes before she was shattering around him, her inner walls pulling his own climax from his body. He threw his head back and groaned through the most powerful climax of his life.
Riding wave after wave of pleasure, he barely caught himself in time to fall to the side instead of crushing her under his limp body. The last image he had before sleep claimed him was Sarah’s blissed out face as she came back down from the heights he had taken them to.
Chapter Fourteen
Sarah watched Falon as he slept. He was on his side, one arm draped over her. A possessive hand covered her breast. As she watched, she reflected on what just happened. She hadn’t come here for sex. Sitting at home, filling up another kettle for tea, she realized that his grandfather had been right. She couldn’t let him walk away without first explaining her side of the story. If he still wanted nothing to do with her after she said her piece, then she would accept it and try to move on.