His to Possess #5: Entangled (2 page)

When his mouth finally touched her intimate flesh, she moaned. He licked the length of her, his tongue gliding along her slick folds. She coiled her fingers in his hair, clutching his head to her. His chuckle rumbled through her.

Then he found her clit. His tongue nudged it, then swirled over it. Heat radiated from that one point, spreading wider and wider in an expanding well of joy. Her head fell back on the bed, her fingers loosening from his hair as she stroked his head absently, allowing his expert attention to sweep her away.

Fingers found her opening and slipped inside. One. Then two. He surged inside her as his tongue lavished her sensitive bud with apt attention. She tightened inside, squeezing his welcome fingers, drawing them deeper. They thrust in and out as his tongue teased her clit.

“Yes. I’m so close.”

He chuckled again, then sucked. Pleasure spiraled through her.

“Oh, Storm,” she moaned. “You’re making me come.”

“Mmm. I like hearing that.” His tongue swirled on her bud and his fingers thrust in and out.

She gasped, then plummeted over the edge. He stroked and licked as she rode the wave of bliss.

As she caught her breath, he smiled and reached up, pushing the hair from her face, then he sat on the bed beside her. She sat up and rested her hands flat on his solid chest. She stroked the hard wall of muscle, then slid to the moth tattoo on his shoulder and ran her finger around the outline.

He took her in his arms and kissed her tenderly. She could taste herself on his lips. Now she wanted to taste him. Her fingers glided down his solid chest, over his rippled abs to the hard shaft pressed against her stomach. She wrapped her fingers around it. It felt like hot marble in her hand and her insides clenched in desire.

She kissed his neck, then trailed her lips down his chest. She licked his hard, beadlike nipple, then continued downward toward her goal. She slid off the bed, pulling him to a sitting position, and knelt in front of him, the dense carpet soft beneath her knees. She drew his cock forward, admiring its length and impressive girth.

She leaned forward and licked the mushroom-shape tip, swirling her tongue underneath, then she glided downward to the base. She tipped her head sideways and dragged her lips the length of his hot, dark red flesh. He twitched in her hand, the veins along the side pulsing with life.

She slid back down and continued past the base to his hairless sacs below, then licked them.

“Oh, baby. You know how I love that.”

She smiled. She did know. She knew she could drive him crazy paying attention to his balls. That’s why he’d always kept them shaved. To encourage her. She lapped one into her mouth and pressed gently with her tongue.

She released it, then drew the other into her mouth, giving it the same attention. His breathing increased as his excitement mounted. She stroked his big cock with her hand, then glided her lips upward along the shaft. When she reached the tip, she opened wide, taking his cockhead into her mouth. As she moved down, she had to strain her jaw to accommodate his size.

His fingers coiled in her hair as she pushed forward, taking him as deep as she could. She squeezed him, then drew back. Then she moved forward again. She continued surging forward and back and soon his hand began to guide her to his preferred rhythm. His quick breathing told her that he was close. She caressed his balls with one hand and stroked his long shaft with the other.

“Oh, yeah, baby.” Then he jerked forward and hot liquid erupted in her mouth.

She continued to suck until he’d finished, then she licked one last time before she released his deflating shaft.

He dragged her into his arms and kissed her, his tongue delving into her mouth. She sucked on it, eager for more. She desperately wanted this man inside her.

He stood up, taking her with him and sat in the armchair beside the bed. He guided her around to sit on his lap, facing away from him. He tightened his powerful inked arms around her waist and held her tight to him.

“Do you remember our four month anniversary? When you wanted to do something to make the night memorable?”

Of course she remembered. She laughed as his hands stroked up her ribs, then over her breasts. She settled on his cock and glided back, stroking his shaft with her slickness.

“You like it when your own private stripper gives you a lap dance?” she asked, recreating the moment that had driven him absolutely wild.

He groaned. “You bet I do.”

She gyrated her hips, feeling his cock harden beneath her. She leaned back against him, allowing his erection to push upward in front of her, then she grasped it with both hands and stroked lovingly. She pushed his now rock-hard cock against her and rocked her pelvis up and down. As it stroked her sensitive flesh, excitement quivered through her, and she longed to feel it caress her intimate passage.

He teased her hard nipples with his fingertips as he nuzzled her neck, sending tingles dancing along her spine.

“Baby, what you’re doing feels so good,” he murmured against her ear. “You’ve got me so hard.”

“I know, big guy.” That’s what she’d teasingly called him that night. “And I’m soaking wet for you.” She squeezed him in her hands and stroked. “I need it so bad,” she murmured in a throaty voice.

Suddenly, he pressed her forward onto her feet, took two steps toward the bed, then leaned her over it. The cool fabric brushed against her nipples as she dropped onto the firm mattress. She turned her head sideways as his hands pushed her legs wide. His cock pressed against her dripping folds and excitement shot through her. The big head nudged, then slowly glided inside.

She drew in a deep breath. “Oh, yes. That feels so good.”

His erection caressed her opening as it slid deeper and she moaned at the welcome feel of his invasion.

Once he was fully sheathed, he leaned over her, his chest against her back, and nuzzled her neck.

“I’ve wanted to be inside you again for so long,” he murmured against her ear.

His hands skimmed along her sides and she trembled.

“I’ve missed this, too,” she whispered.

She squeezed him as he drew back and when he slid forward again, she moaned at the exquisite pleasure. He drew back again, then forward.

“That’s so good.” But she wanted more. She wanted him deeper.

His hands slid under her body and cupped her breasts as he propeled into her again. And again.

She sucked in a breath as he thrust even deeper. “Oh, Storm, yes.” Delight flared through her.

He squeezed her breasts tighter as he thrust faster, with long, smooth strokes, driving her pleasure higher and higher.

“God … I’ve … missed … you … so … much,” she panted as pleasure blossomed within her.

He surged deep on his next thrust and she gasped, then her moan turned guttural as he drove harder and harder, filling her with his impossibly thick shaft.

“I’ve missed you, too, baby.” His lips caressed her temple. “You have no idea how much.”

Then he reached around and found her clit, then stroked it lightly.

That did it. She flew over the edge, moaning long and loud.

He nuzzled her neck. “God, I love hearing you come.”

Her mind blasted into a state of euphoric bliss, echoes of joy cascading through her.

He thrust again and again as she wailed in ecstasy. Then he groaned and held her tight as his body shuddered against her. Through her haze of expanding pleasure, she felt him erupt inside her, his hot seed spilling deep.

They seemed poised like that for several long moments. Their bodies joined in exquisite bliss. Then he collapsed on top of her, sucking in air in panting breaths.

He rolled onto his back, taking her with him, and she found herself lying on top of him, his arms tight around her. She gazed at the ceiling as they lay sprawled on the bed, their legs dangling over the edge.

“I could fall asleep right here,” he murmured, sounding very sated.

“Mmm.” She rolled her head sideways and nuzzled his neck. “I have a nice, comfy mattress right here.” In actuality, his solid body was all hard muscle, but she didn’t mind. He was also warm and his arms curled protectively around her.

He chuckled, then rolled sideways, spilling her onto the bed. He pulled back the covers, then swept her into his arms and placed her on the soft gray sheets, then climbed in behind her. The pillow was soft against her head and his body was hard and solid against her back. With his arms around her, she felt so warm and cozy that she drifted off to sleep.

*   *   *

Jessica awoke to find herself alone in the bed. The comfort of Storm’s solid body against her was gone. She bolted to a sitting position, wondering if the wonderful lovemaking with Storm had been a dream, like so many dreams she’d had over the past months.

But she was in his bedroom. His luxurious bedroom. In his king-size bed with satiny-soft gray sheets, surrounded by his solid teak furniture, and a huge window overlooking the city. In his expensive penthouse.

But where was Storm?

The aroma of freshly brewed coffee answered her question. He was probably in the kitchen whipping up a batch of his wonderful blueberry pancakes, or maybe his special bit-of-everything omelet, as he used to call it.

Sunlight shone through the large window. She stood up, grabbing the sheet to wrap around her, and stared through the glass at the glorious view of the city below. Stunning.

She glanced around the room for something to cover herself and saw Storm’s white shirt on the chair. He’d shed it in the living room but it was now lying beside her suit and blouse on the armchair beside the bed. She grabbed his shirt and pulled it on. It was like being surrounded by him, with his scent filling her nostrils.

She wrapped her arms around herself in a hug, imagining him holding her. But why imagine, when she could just scoot to the kitchen and have the real thing? She fastened a couple of buttons and headed out the door and into the living room. She turned and sauntered into the kitchen to see Storm standing at the stove, wearing only a pair of boxer briefs that were molded to his perfect body.

All that male skin was a delight to behold.

“Good morning.” She walked toward him and ran her hand along his back, feeling the hard muscle beneath her fingertips. She traced the intricate pattern of a tribal tattoo banding one bicep.

He flipped the four pieces of cinnamon swirl French toast he had in the pan, then turned to her. His arms swept around her and he kissed her, leaning her back in a deep dip. His lips moved on hers with a passionate hunger and she slid her tongue into his mouth, tasting coffee. When he returned her to her feet, she was breathless.

“Good morning to you, too.” He grinned. “It was an even better evening last night.” He gazed down at her body. “My shirt is very becoming on you.”

“Thank you.” She strolled to the coffeemaker and poured herself a cup. “Can I help with breakfast?”

“No, just sit and I’ll bring it out. It’s ready anyway.”

She sat down in the bright sitting area in the kitchen and sipped her coffee. He had everything set up, with cutlery, napkins, and syrup already on the table. Even fresh flowers.

He placed a plate in front of her and sat down. She breathed in the sweet aroma, then began to eat. Oh, man, she had missed his wonderful cooking. As she sipped her coffee, she noticed the velvet ring box on the table, off to the side. Her chest compressed.

At her frown, Storm glanced at it. He picked it up and carried it to the desk off the side of the kitchen counter and slipped it into the drawer.

“Sorry.”

They ate in silence for a few minutes. Then Storm put down his fork and gazed at her.

“So I just have to ask. Is it that you don’t like the ring? Or was it just too extravagant?”

“The ring was beautiful. It’s just that you sprang the whole proposal on me way too soon.”

His eyebrows arched. “Too soon? So that means it’s just a matter of time?”

“Um … I…” Oh, God, what could she say to that? “Storm, I really don’t want to be pressured.”

He raised his hands. “Okay, I get it. I thought, after last night…” He shrugged, trailing off.

Her lips tightened. She didn’t want to think about this right now. They’d had a wonderful night together. “I just want to take it a day at a time. No commitments.”

He frowned. “Is this about Dane?”

She put down her fork and stared at him, her stomach churning. “I really don’t want to do this right now.” She pushed her chair back and stood up.

But he grasped her hand. “No, Jess. Don’t go. I’m sorry. We’ll figure it out as we go. Okay?”

She sighed and sat down. “Okay.”

He glanced at his watch. “Actually, I’ll have to hurry. The driver is picking me up in twenty minutes.”

“To go to the office?” She glanced at the clock on the wall. It was already after eight. “I’d better get cracking myself.”

“It’s okay. If you want to come in a bit later, it’s no problem. I just have a meeting at nine o’clock I can’t miss. I can send the driver back for you later.”

“Oh, no, I can’t just go in late.”

He smiled. “You forget. I’m the boss.”

Actually, she had forgotten. But now he’d reminded her. He was the boss. The man she knew—Storm—was just a role.

“I’m sorry,” she said, “I’m not comfortable going in later. I’m supposed to be there at nine.” She wiped her mouth with the napkin and stood up. “I need to shower. Do you need to go first?”

“There are two showers. Go ahead and use the one in my bedroom.”

She nodded and walked away, then shot into the bathroom and took the fastest shower of her life. She pulled new clothes out of her suitcase and put on her makeup in record time. She was only a couple minutes late showing up at the front door.

He smiled. “You look beautiful.”

“Thank you.” She patted her still slightly damp, upswept hair, hoping it wouldn’t come tumbling down, given that she’d pinned it in place at lightning speed.

He stood in front of her, in a tailored charcoal suit, the patterned blue tie matching his eyes. He looked so much like Dane. The perfectly attired, wealthy businessman. He strolled toward her, then took her in his arms and kissed her. She couldn’t help stiffening in his embrace, and he released her and stepped back. Maybe it was the unfamiliar clothes, or the simple fact that she was still processing his new identity, but it felt odd to be held by him.