Heaven Inside You (5 page)

She laid out a fresh set of clothes and her favorite set of red silk underwear on the bed and proceeded to strip down to her panties before walking barefoot to the bathroom. She had a fetish for high quality matching silk and lace sets, so she made it a point to add to her impressive collection of unmentionables every single month, loving the way the material felt against her skin. This particular set consisted of a pretty red lace bra and thong she had treated herself to last Christmas. It had set her back a pretty penny, but it had been worth it, she thought mischievously.

She brushed her hair and teeth and checked the water before jumping in the claw-foot tub and closing the circular shower curtain. She’d never been in one before, and she was thoroughly enjoying the experience. There was quite an array of products to choose from, including hyacinth perfumed soap and moisturizer. Her favorite scent.

She kept humming a tune she had heard at the airport. What was the name of that song?

She took her time getting ready, wanting to look her best for Cole; there was no reason denying it. It had been such a long time since she had prepared herself for a man, and even so, this time it felt different, as if there was much more at stake. How could she feel this way so soon? She decided she’d stop analyzing the issue and just relax and enjoy her day with one of the most fascinating and attractive men she had ever met. No. Make that
the
most fascinating and attractive man she had ever met.

Perhaps something would come out of this. The more she spent time with him, the more she believed it. There was no way of knowing unless she took a wholehearted risk and prayed that her heart would be taken care of. What use was it protecting herself if it meant she had to live her days alone, with nobody to come home to?

Cole had made it clear that he wanted more from her than a one-night stand. He told her he didn’t know how it had happened, but he wanted to get to know her. God help her, she felt the same way too. She was actually starting to fall for the guy, as mad as that was! Whirlwind romances did happen in fiction books, but she wasn’t sure about how that would work in real life. Perhaps there was some truth to the fantasy after all.

After applying a generous amount of moisturizer all over her body and brushing her long, wet curly tresses, she made her way back to the bedroom to put on her clothes and stopped dead in her tracks.

“So how was the shower, pet?”

His long, muscular limbs were folded in the high-backed wingchair that faced the bed, his right ankle laid carelessly on his left knee, elbows resting on the chair arms. His stance was relaxed, his tone deceptively calm. Were it not for the traitorous muscle twitching at his jaw, she’d never have guessed that his nerves were taut as a string. He had changed into a different pair of jeans and a black t-shirt. No jacket this time. His hair was still wet from his shower.

“You look…refreshed.”

“How did you get in my room?”

“That door over there.”

He pointed at a door snuggled between the wardrobe and the dresser on the far side of the room.

At her puzzled look, he explained, “We have adjoining rooms. That right there is the connecting door. I thought I had told you that earlier.”

“No, you hadn’t.” She tried to sound indignant but failed miserably.

The truth was that her heart was beating frantically, and she found herself rooted to the spot. Her body, still glistening from her earlier ministrations, responded to his sweltering gaze with alarming swiftness. His eyes were fixed on her erect nipples, and she suddenly felt acutely conscious of her naked state. Her body was awash with a sense of inevitability, vulnerability. His appreciation of her drove her, compelled her, transported her to a feminine universe that she had not visited before, could only dream about through her overactive imagination.

His face betrayed an intense longing that seared her right through to her bones; it was a miracle she could still stand upright.

“Come here,” he said.

Easy to say, she thought. The question was: could she move her legs?

She did as he bade,
as if pulled by invisible strings, and braced herself for more of his scrutiny.

She never felt comfortable being totally naked with a man. It made her
feel almost inadequate. Without a doubt, she was scared of seeing a negative reaction to her appearance.

“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. You make me feel things I’ve never felt before. I want you.”

“No one’s ever said that to me before.”

“If they didn’t, then they’re idiots. But I don’t feel sorry for them. Olivia, I want you to be my woman. Can you handle that?”

“I don’t know what else to say except…I have these feelings when I’m with you. I don’t know what they are, but…” She paused, catching her breath. “I want to feel more.”

He unraveled his legs and placed both feet flat on the floor, kept his forearms on the arms of the chair and curled his fingers at the edges, adding pressure in a gesture that betrayed the tension in his body.

“Straddle me,” he ordered.

She hesitated a little at his tone but knew from his demeanor that he was dead serious. She slowly opened her legs and lowered herself on his thighs in a restrained, sensuous movement.
Placing her palms flat on his chest straight in front of her, she let them glide leisurely to his shoulders, pressing her fingers there in silent entreaty. He watched her the whole time, relishing the silky feel of her. There was something undeniably wicked about having her naked body against his clothed one. Made her feel vulnerable in more ways than one.

“Come closer.”

She stretched languidly atop him, bringing her face closer to his, her mouth a hair’s breadth away from his, barely touching. Half in the light, half in the shadows, the harsh angles of his face appeared part prominent, part mystery. All this while, he hadn’t moved his hands from the chair arms, hadn’t so much as touched her.

“Listen to me, Olivia. Listen well. Now’s your chance to make me stop and turn away from this, from us. I swear I’ll accept your decision. If you decide to go on, there’ll be no looking back. You’ll be mine. Do you understand what I’m saying to you?”

“Yes, I do.” Her breath came out in little gasps against his hard lips. “I want to stay. Here. With you.”

“I won’t give you a second chance.”

“I know.”

“Don’t ever say I didn’t warn you,” he said as his hands imprisoned her in a tight vise and his lips came crushing down on hers in a demanding kiss that cut straight to her core. Their
mouths joined in a flurry of longing; their tongues sparred in a ritual as old as time itself. Olivia felt a sense of urgency rise from deep within her. It became so strong that she couldn’t help writhing her body against his in a wordless request.

A moan escaped her lips as
he slid his hands down and pressed firm fingers into her buttocks, kneading, urging her to rock her body and arch her back in a sensual dance. Her head fell back, giving him access to her pulse; he licked it, covered her neck and shoulders with little nips and kisses as one hand came up to rest between her full breasts. Keeping her anchored with his other hand, he taunted her nipples then slid deft fingers around her side and traced her back in languorous strokes.

Leaning her backward a bit more, he swooped down and closed his mouth upon one of her nipples, moving over it as his tongue swirled the pebbled peaks. With the shock that provoked, she let out a strangled cry and almost came then and there.
Sweet heaven!
His hand returned to her breast to lightly pinch the other nipple, and his mouth rained kisses wherever it could reach. She locked her hands behind his neck, played with the inky curls at his nape. Her arousal reached boiling point as her cunt rubbed furiously against his thigh, begging for release.

“Yes, that’s it. Take it. Use me. That’s it.”

God, for once she felt truly beautiful—not just a little beautiful, but radiating beauty from the inside out. All thanks to the way he looked at her and touched her—with so much need and desire. With and without words, he told her—he couldn’t wait to taste her, fill her.

“Please…I want to feel
your skin,” she said, needing him just as much.

She frantically grabbed fistfuls of his t-shirt, trying to pry it lose from his jeans.

“Patience, pet,” he said obligingly as he removed it in one graceful sweep. Her breath caught in her throat at the sight of his bare chest.

“I want you to go and sit at the edge of the bed.”

He gently eased her off him, tenderly kissing her mouth as she rose.

As she walked to the bed, she felt him watching
enthralled, the deliberate, sexy sway of her full, round hips. Such a vixen she’d turned into!

She turned around and sat right where he demanded, curling one arm around one of the posters. By that time, he had already discarded the rest of his clothing and was standing before her, a magnificent, dark Viking warrior.

Powerful, flesh hewn from rock.

Ready.

His upper chest was lightly dusted with hairs as dark as the ones on his head. She followed their trail as they narrowed into a thin line traveling down his flat, chiseled stomach, into the thick mass that nestled around his cock. Her gaze was drawn to his rampant arousal. His thighs were muscular and strong, also sprinkled with dusky hair. What a masterpiece!

He looked at her intently, appreciatively.

“My God, you’re beautiful.”

“So are you.”

“Move a little further up towards the middle of the bed and open your legs for me. Do
not
lie down. I want to see all of you.”

His commanding tone made her even wetter than she already was, if that was humanly possible; she’d go insane if she didn’t come soon.
Please, don’t make me wait.

Before she knew it, he was on his knees in front of her, pushing her legs farther apart till her pussy was fully exposed to his gaze. Once again, he took her nipples in his mouth, first one, then the other,
and licked and suckled them until the tips were hard and taut.

She bit her lower lip to keep from telling him to hurry, placed her hands behind her on the bed and leaned on them.

He held her face in his palm, and caressed her chin and lower lip with his thumb.

“Don’t stop yourself from crying your pleasure. I want to hear your screams when you come. It’s just me and you, right here.”

He slid a hand around her neck, curling his fingers around her nape, holding it still.

She couldn’t look away.

Then he kissed her. Ate at her lips with a pressing urgency. Ran his hands over her breasts, pinched her nipples. Pure, animal heat.

“God, yes, yes. Please.”

“I want to taste you now. Been wanting to do that forever.”

He lowered his head, trailing his tongue down her stomach, then
went lower still to her plump clit and moist flesh. Lifting her legs off the floor, he kept them as wide apart as possible and pushed them up towards her torso. She leaned further back on her forearms and watched him as his tongue flicked her clit once. Then again. And again. And again.

“Oh…”

His hands caressed the backs of her thighs, the slope of her hips. Her head fell back, eyes closed, feeling, sensing, being, living. She’d never imagined it possible to experience such pleasure as he brought her legs down to rest over his shoulders, his hands roaming all over her. Tongue flicking, licking, drawing her climax closer, closer.

He moved his teasing thumb down to the puckered hole of her anus, lubricating it with her juice before probing gently and inserting it slowly, leisurely. A roiling tension shot through her belly. The movements of his tongue continued, torturous. He suckled on her clit and moved his tongue to her pussy, stabbing her, entering her. In and out, in and out, while his thumb followed the same rhythm in her ass.

“More…”

He increased the tempo. Just enough.

Yes.

It was rising.

Rising.

Higher, higher.

She was floating, drowning.

In bliss.

“Cole. Oh God. God, Cole, I’m coming.”

He jabbed her pussy one last time and opened his mouth to suck on it.

“God. Yessssssssssssssssss. Ohhh!”

Her eyes glazed over, and she screamed, nearly got off the bed in ecstasy.

The ripples of pleasure overtook her in a tidal wave so powerful that he had to place his free hand on the rounded curve of her stomach, and hold her still as she buckled forcefully against his mouth. He kept tasting her until the waves subsided, and she slumped on the bed, boneless. He got up on his feet and leaned over her, trapping her body between his arms. He took his time kissing her, letting her taste herself on his lips.

“Delicious. You’re better than candy, my sweet.”

“I still want you inside me.”

“Turn around.”

“Wait—it’s my turn to taste you first.”