Second Touch (Emma's Arabian Nights, #2) (2 page)

When he looked up at her, she found herself falling into his gaze, surprised at the depth and intensity of her emotions.

The lyrics to the song took on new meaning as he sang them to her, making her feel like he’d written this song for her about meeting with friends from the past and she had to blink back tears.

“When you are with me, I'm free

I'm careless, I believe

Above all the others we'll fly

This brings tears to my eyes

My sacrifice.”

He continued through the song and she found herself grasping the edges of the couch as if it was the only thing holding her to this earth. He destroyed all of her efforts to resist him with his music, swept away all the protective barriers she kept around her soul, leaving her raw and bleeding before him. He must have noticed her tears but he didn’t stop singing. The passion and truth in his voice bound her to him tighter than she imagined was possible.

She couldn’t remember the last time she’d cried in front of anyone, though she’d shed plenty of tears in private since she graduated. Tears of disappointment, sorrow, frustration and rage at the injustice of the world, but never tears like this. It was like he’d reached a place so deep inside of her she didn’t know it existed, or she liked to pretend it didn’t. He touched the center of her loneliness and her need for love that she struggled with and fought to suppress. She couldn’t afford emotions or weakness. Not when her family was counting on her.

He came to the final words and the last chords rang through the air, mixing with the soft sobs she could no longer contain.

Ashamed, she turned and hid her face from him, flinching when he touched her shoulder.

“Easy, baby,” he murmured and pulled her back into his arms. “I’ve got you. Let it out.”

Unable to resist the comfort of his arms, she turned and clung to him, needing his warmth and his strength. She was so tired of having to always be the strong one, of always having to be the person who fixed everything. It was nice to let herself be held by a man she knew in the deepest levels of her heart was strong enough to take the burden off her shoulders, if only for a moment. He held her tight and gently rocked her, letting her cry herself out until only sniffles remained as she watched the gas flames in the fireplace twine and dance together.

Emotionally wrung out, she hesitated to look at Ryan, not wanting to talk but needing to see him. When she looked up, she found him watching her with an infinitely tender expression that brought on a few new tears. He cupped her face with his hands and brushed her tears away with his thumbs before gently kissing her. The stroke of his lips against hers was reverent, gentle, amazing. He kissed her like she was the most precious thing in the world to him, his adoration and the need to take away her sadness expressed in his every move.

His affection felt so good, and she allowed herself to relax in his embrace and let him kiss her. Most people seemed to think that as sexual Dominant she wanted to always be in control, but she was also a human being who needed to let herself be loved and cared for every once in a while. It had been over three years since she’d allowed herself to feel a romantic connection with anyone, and she just wanted to not think and enjoy the warmth flowing through her veins.

Ryan pulled back the slightest bit and whispered, “Your lips are so soft after you cry.”

She moaned as he licked against the seam of her mouth, eagerly opening for him and stroking his tongue with her own. While the kiss was gentle, the feelings building within her were not, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer until they were pressed together from the top of their heads to where her feet wrapped around his legs. She nipped his full lower lip, and he groaned into her mouth, his pelvis pressing tight against her as they shared the salty taste of her tears.

Lying back, Ryan pulled her with him, and she moved her hands between them without breaking their kiss, wanting the warmth of his skin against hers. Her fingers fumbled with his buttons, and she let out a frustrated moan. He placed his hands over hers and helped her tear his shirt open, the fabric ripping with a snarl that matched his growl against her lips. God yes, this is what she wanted, the savage lust that made her feel so alive, to be filled with his passion, his body, his light chasing back all the shadows surrounding her soul.

He carefully unzipped her dress and drew it over her shoulders, leaving her clad only in her bra and panties. At the first contact of her rock-hard nipples against his hard chest, she moaned into his mouth. He gave her an answering growl, picked her up in a lighting fast move, and swung her around so she was on her back on the couch. Ryan helped her out of her bra and panties in passion-clumsy moves, neither wanting any space between them. When he removed her panties from around her ankles he brought the damp fabric to his nose and took an audible inhale that sent a hard contraction of lust through her sex before he tossed them aside. The raw, primal noise of pleasure that he made as he smelled her arousal was so damn hot.

Now nude, she leaned up and undid the silver buckle of his belt, drawing it out and placing it on the floor within reach, kissing him back as he devoured her mouth. They broke apart so he could pull his black boxer briefs down. As soon as his cock was free of the fabric, she leaned forward and took his steel-hard erection into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the tip with more hunger than finesse. With a gentle shove she urged him to lie back on the wide couch, never letting him out of her mouth as he reclined beneath her. She wanted to taste him, touch him, drown herself in his scent until the world fell away and she was alone with him in their own universe.

He pulled himself from her mouth and before she could protest, flipped her onto her back and buried his face between her thighs, groaning hard enough to vibrate her clit as he suckled it. She was so close to the edge her back arched and she pressed her pussy to his face, scrambling for something to hold onto while he devoured her. His licks were greedy, his mouth harsh and demanding as he made sexy growling noises while he licked her clit rapidly with the flat of his tongue.

“No!” she screamed as he ruthlessly pushed her to her orgasm. He immediately stopped, and the hungry, angry, frustrated expression on his face made her reach out to him. “Inside me. I need you inside me when I come.”

Instead of relief, his expression grew even darker, more determined, almost scary. He slid onto the couch over her and braced himself on his elbows, grasping her hair with his fingers and staring down into her eyes with enough passion to make her shiver.

“Condom?” he asked in a strained voice.

“No, just you and me. I’m safe, you’re safe. Just us, please.”

He shuddered against her then leaned over and placed a surprisingly gentle kiss against her lips. “Just us.”

Wrapping her legs around his waist she tilted her hips up to him and reached between them to line the fat head of his dick against her soaking wet slit. As soon as he was in position he began to press into her, not even giving her time to remove her hand. She struggled to arch beneath him, to shove his cock into her, to make him take her but he used his superior strength to hold her still and force her to accept his slow, relentless entry. Soon, she was unable to keep her eyes open, thrashing beneath him as his very, very thick shaft stretched her to the point of pain.

Her pussy burned and he grunted when he finally filled her so that his balls pressed against her ass. She went wild beneath him, her sex squeezing and clutching at his cock when he began to pull back out, both of them shaking by this point. Nothing had ever felt as good as Ryan taking her and pressing his body into hers. She ground her pelvis against him and leaned up, latching her teeth onto the hard muscle of his shoulder and biting down hard as her climax blasted through her. He began to fuck her harder, plowing through her tight muscles and driving her orgasm until she was whimpering.

He finally stopped moving all together, the thick head of his shaft just barely inside of her. “Are you okay?”

She opened her eyes and licked her lips at the sight of the strain on his face as he held himself above her. All that power, all that strength restrained for her pleasure, for her enjoyment. She reached down, grabbed his belt and slung it across his back, grasping it with each hand and moving the leather down so it slid over his ass. She pulled hard and filled herself with him as he gave a startled grunt, then a low moan. Using her leverage, she could force him to move in spite of his dominant position.

“Fuck, Mistress, you kill me.”

She smiled and leaned up, her arousal beginning to build again, and she needed to make this as good for Ryan as it was for her. She licked along his neck, tasting the salt of his sweat as he drove into her, letting her set the pace with the belt across his ass. When she bit him, he stiffened and she tilted her hips so his rock hard pelvis rubbed against her clit with each stroke, making her moan at the delicious sensation as he stretched her anew with each plunge of his hips. Normally, it took a while for her arousal to reach the level where she could come again, but with Ryan moving on top of her, his deep moans vibrating through her body and his huge dick powering into her, she soon found herself meeting his thrusts hard enough that their bodies smacked together.

He took her mouth in a hungry clash of lips and teeth, then pulled back and looked into her eyes as he whispered, “My Mistress.”

Pure, unadulterated pleasure tingled through every inch of her body as his reverent tone stroked across her soul like his body moved over her skin. He leaned up, the angle making her pussy tighten on him until he had to fight to pull out of her. The world became nothing but them, their heat, and their need as they strove to reach their release together. His movements became jerky and he pulled his mouth away from hers, licking and sucking at her neck hard enough that it hurt. Bright sparks of pleasure filled her and she pulled as hard as she could on the belt, taking him fully within her overstretched sex.

“Come with me,” she urged and squeezed her pussy hard around his cock, working herself on that rigid length as he stiffened against her.

His teeth sank into the sensitive skin of her neck where it met her shoulder and she screamed, ecstasy detonating in her blood and driving her mind right from her body. She was vaguely aware of his answering roar of pleasure but her release overwhelmed her to the point that she was sure she blacked out. He shoved himself into her, grinding her ass into the couch as he began to come and she swore she could feel each throbbing pulse of his cock as he filled her up with his seed.

He stilled at last, and a hard shudder wracked his body before he collapsed partially on top of her, his breath hot against her neck and their bodies sticking together with their sweat. She let out a long, low sigh while her bones dissolved in contentment, only barely aware that she was caressing Ryan’s face with her fingertips. He began to gently kiss her shoulder and she smiled at the soft touch, pleasant little tingles moving through her and making her sheath contract around his still hard cock.

With a flinch followed by a groan he pulled himself from her body and she shivered, missing him inside of her. Before she could protest, he reached up and pulled a blanket from a nearby chair then grabbed a pillow that had fallen to the floor. Too blissed out to complain she let him snuggle them both on the couch together with her facing the fire while he wrapped himself around her. With the soft blanket covering her and Ryan’s presence surrounding her in every way possible she gave in to the sudden and overwhelming exhaustion as it pulled her down into a dreamless sleep.

Ryan slumped in the black leather chair at his computer desk in the dimly lit study of his home and looked out into the darkness of his back yard to the moonlit water beyond. He was on his fourth glass of whiskey on the rocks, hoping that the alcohol would ease the dull ache in his chest, but so far, no luck. The only thing drinking had done was make him even more depressed over his love life, or lack thereof. After taking another gulp of the now watered-down whiskey, he set the glass on his computer desk and ran his hands over the short hair on his head.

He’d decided to start growing his hair back, wanting Emma to have something to grab onto while he pleasured her - if he ever got the chance to see her again. It had been close to two weeks since Emma bolted from his house while he slept, and she hadn’t returned any of his calls or emails. To say his heart ached was like saying a kick in the nuts from a pro soccer player tickled. He was completely and utterly miserable. More than that, he was really starting to get worried about Emma.

The connection he felt with her while they made love - it
was
making love - had blown him away. He’d never, ever felt anything even close to the pure pleasure of being inside of her, moving with her, feeling her pussy clench around his cock while she came. Beyond the mind-blowing physical sensations, the emotional connection he felt when looking into her eyes and seeing the vulnerable beauty of her soul struck him on an entirely different level. She’d marked him so deep he didn’t think any woman could ever take her place. No, he
knew
no woman could ever even come close to Emma - his glorious and oh-so-emotionally-damaged Mistress.

He was desperate to talk to her, to know that she was all right, which led him to being one mouse click away from going way the fuck over the line and invading her privacy. Yeah, what he was contemplating was probably better than camping outside of her apartment and hanging out in the parking lot until he saw her, or hiding in the bushes and watching her with binoculars through her window, but not by much. Even with all he’d had to drink, his guilt still ate at him. Not that this was his first invasion of her privacy this week. He’d hacked into the computer system at Kiss of Blue yesterday to see if Emma had exchanged any emails with Moira, and she had. What he’d read made him feel like a total dick, yet he couldn’t deny that a selfish part of him was happy Emma had canceled all of her appointments last week and most of this week, pleading that she was sick. Moira hadn’t bought Emma’s excuses and neither did Ryan.